<?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-9142506031050440949</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:53:51.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>w00ts :D</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-5028210866023083836</id><published>2008-12-18T18:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T18:42:40.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy birthday bernice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Conversation with my devART friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+Sweet Yue+ Anyhow. says:&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still deprived of sleep says:&lt;br /&gt;thank you. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; +Sweet Yue+ Anyhow. says:&lt;br /&gt;how old are you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still deprived of sleep says:&lt;br /&gt;-shifty eyes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still deprived of sleep says:&lt;br /&gt;a prime number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; +Sweet Yue+ Anyhow. says:&lt;br /&gt;=_= you don't know? lololol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; +Sweet Yue+ Anyhow. says:&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember what a prime number is xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; +Sweet Yue+ Anyhow. says:&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, nvm lololol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still deprived of sleep says:&lt;br /&gt;optimus prime~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; +Sweet Yue+ Anyhow. says:&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything in particular you want as a gift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; +Sweet Yue+ Anyhow. says:&lt;br /&gt;In art terms, of course &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still deprived of sleep says:&lt;br /&gt;nope. not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; +Sweet Yue+ Anyhow. says:&lt;br /&gt;...really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; +Sweet Yue+ Anyhow. says:&lt;br /&gt;Anything, you know =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still deprived of sleep says:&lt;br /&gt;I don't know... ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; +Sweet Yue+ Anyhow. says:&lt;br /&gt; it's blasphemy to not want something for your birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday says: &lt;br /&gt;it is...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday says:&lt;br /&gt;I honestly dont know... usually a greeting is enough... ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; +Sweet Yue+ Anyhow. says:&lt;br /&gt;lol, in my dictionary it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; +Sweet Yue+ Anyhow. says:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, fine =_= Party pooper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; +Sweet Yue+ Anyhow. says:&lt;br /&gt;let me know if you think of something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still deprived of sleep says:&lt;br /&gt;^^; ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA~ xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-5028210866023083836?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/5028210866023083836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=5028210866023083836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/5028210866023083836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/5028210866023083836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-bernice.html' title=''/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-3732997576752089092</id><published>2008-12-06T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T05:13:09.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BOREDOM HAS STRUCK AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am shorter than 5'4. (I think... I dont know.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I think I'm ugly sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have many scars.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I tan easily.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I wish my hair was a different color.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am self-conscious about my appearance.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have/I've had braces.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I wear glasses.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been told I'm attractive by a complete stranger. &lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have more than 2 piercings.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have piercing in places besides my ears.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have freckles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family/Home Life&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've sworn at my parents. (behind their backs...)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've run away from home. (sometimes I want to.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been kicked out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;[x] My biological parents are together.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have a sibling less than one year old.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I want to have kids someday.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've lost a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School/Work&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm in school &lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have a job&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've fallen asleep at work/school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I almost always do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've missed a week or more of school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been on the Honor Roll within the last 2 years&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I failed more than 1 class last year&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've stolen something from my job&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been fired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassment&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've slipped out a "LOL" in a spoken conversation.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Disney movies still make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've peed from laughing.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've snorted while laughing. (my friend ALWAYS makes fun of me. &gt;_&gt; the bastard.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've laughed so hard I've cried.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've glued my hand to something.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had my pants rip in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health&lt;br /&gt;[x] I was born with a disease/impairment.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've gotten stitches/staples.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had my tonsils removed.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've sat in a doctor&amp;#146;s office/emergency room with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had my wisdom teeth removed.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I had a serious surgery.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've had chicken pox.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had measles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've driven over 200 miles in one day.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been on a plane.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Niagara Falls.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Japan.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Europe (Duh, I live in Europe)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiences&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've gotten lost in my city.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've seen a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've wished on a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've seen a meteor shower.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've gone out in public in my pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've pushed all the buttons on an elevator.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've kicked a guy where it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to a casino.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been skydiving.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've gone skinny dipping.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've played spin the bottle.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've crashed a car.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been Skiing.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been in a play.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've met someone in person from MySpace.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've caught a snowflake on my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've seen the Northern lights (sigh... I really want to...)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've sat on a roof top at night.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've played chicken.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've played a prank on someone.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've ridden in a taxi.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've eaten sushi.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been snowboarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm single&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm in a relationship&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm engaged.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm married&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've gone on a blind date.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been the dumped more than the dumper.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I miss someone right now.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have a fear of abandonment.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've gotten divorced.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've had feelings for someone who didn't have them back &lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've told someone I loved them when I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've told someone I didn't love them when I did.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've kept something from a past relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexuality&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had a crush on someone of the same sex &lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had a crush on a teacher &lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am a cuddler.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been kissed in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've hugged a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have kissed a stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty/Crime&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've done something I promised someone else I wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've done something I promised myself I wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've snuck out of my house.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have lied to my parents about where I am.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am keeping a secret from the world.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've cheated while playing a game &lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've cheated on a test.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've run a red light.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been suspended from school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've witnessed a crime.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been in a fist fight.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been arrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drugs/Alcohol&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've consumed alcohol &lt;br /&gt;[ ] I regularly drink.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've passed out from drinking.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have passed out drunk at least once in the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've smoked weed&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've taken painkillers when I didn't need them.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've eaten shrooms. (what's that...)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've popped E. (what's that...)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've inhaled Nitrous. (what's that...)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've done hard drugs.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have cough drops when I'm not sick.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can't swallow pills.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can swallow about 5 pills at a time no problem.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have been diagnosed with clinical depression.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have been diagnosed with one or more anxiety disorder&lt;br /&gt;[x] I shut others out when I'm depressed.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I take anti-depressants.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm anorexic or bulimic.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've slept an entire day when I didn't need it.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've hurt myself on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've woken up crying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death and Suicide&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm afraid of dying.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I hate funerals.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've seen someone dying. (ants....)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Someone close to me has attempted suicide.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Someone close to me has committed suicide.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've planned my own suicide (I have imagined, and planned, several methods. I guess my fear of death kept me alive until the suicidal feeling faded off.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've attempted suicide.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've written a eulogy for myself. (sort of, but not quite.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Materialism&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own over 5 rap CDs.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I own an iPod or MP3 player.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have an unhealthy obsession with anime/manga (Hoho~)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own multiple designer purses, costing over $100 a piece.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own something from Hot Topic.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own something from Pac Sun.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I collect comic books. (I've stopped, though. 8D)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own something from The Gap.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own something I got on e-bay.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own something from Abercrombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can sing well. (I like to think so. ^^)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I open up to others easily.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I watch the news. &lt;br /&gt;[ ] I don't kill bugs.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I hate hearing songs that sacrifice meaning for the sake of being able to rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I curse regularly.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I sing in the shower. (8D)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am a morning person.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I paid for my cell phone ring tone.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm a snob about grammar.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am a sports fanatic.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I twirl my hair.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have "x"s in my screen name.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love being neat.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love Spam.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've copied more than 30 CD's in a day&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I bake well.&lt;br /&gt;[x] My favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, red or blue.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've worn pajamas to school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I like Martha Stewart. (who's that...)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I know how to shoot a gun.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am in love with love.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS (Heck no.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I laugh at my own jokes.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I eat fast food weekly.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I believe in ghosts. &lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am online 24/7, even as an away message.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've not turned anything in and still got an A in a certain class.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can't sleep if there is a spider in the room.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am really ticklish.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love white chocolate &lt;br /&gt;[ ] I bite my nails.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I play video games.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm good at remembering faces.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm good at remembering names.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm good at remembering dates.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-3732997576752089092?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/3732997576752089092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=3732997576752089092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/3732997576752089092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/3732997576752089092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/12/boredom-has-struck-again-bastard.html' title=''/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-2003720611489389555</id><published>2008-12-06T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T01:56:10.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was a spaz named bernice and she was extremely useless and she was very idiotic in everything she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She now looks like a freak because she rebonded her hair, and she can't do anything to it for two days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She now thinks that the world will be a better place if she didn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, NO. She is NOT being emo. NOT being emo.&lt;br /&gt;She is merely stating FACTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure alot of people will miss me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-2003720611489389555?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/2003720611489389555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=2003720611489389555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/2003720611489389555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/2003720611489389555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/12/once-upon-time-there-was-spaz-named.html' title=''/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-7334560048269965444</id><published>2008-11-24T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T03:37:23.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Steps&lt;br /&gt;1.Shuffle your iPod/MP3 player/iTunes/Whatever else you have.&lt;br /&gt;2. Answer the questions by the song title that comes up.&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't cheat, it makes everything more fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] What is your life going to be like in 5 years?&lt;br /&gt;ALONES - Aqua Timez&lt;br /&gt;... Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2] How is your love life going for you right now?&lt;br /&gt;24 Ji - Asian Kung-fu Generation&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3] What pisses you off the most about the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;All Star - Smash Mouth&lt;br /&gt;...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[4] What do your parents really think of you?&lt;br /&gt;Wild Rock - Buzzlip&lt;br /&gt;They think I'm a wild rock. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[5] What do you think about the world and its current state?&lt;br /&gt;Yukyou Seishunka - Ali Project&lt;br /&gt;...er...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[6] What is the worst thing that's ever happened to you?&lt;br /&gt;Let's Go! Onmyouji! - Forgot the artist&lt;br /&gt;... An onmyouji arrived in my house and thought I was a demon? (Lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[7] What will your first/next time having sex be like?&lt;br /&gt;...Lost in Thought - Phantasmagoria&lt;br /&gt;-can't say anything. is lost in thought- ...&lt;br /&gt;WHUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[8] What is your main goal in life?&lt;br /&gt;The Pretender - Foo Fighters&lt;br /&gt;To finally get recognised? Yeah. Makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[9] What do the boys/girls at your school think of your looks?&lt;br /&gt;Ringo Biyori - Rocky Chack&lt;br /&gt;They think that "I'm a little wolf inside a cart~" ? Hmm... Maybe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10] What do you really want in life?&lt;br /&gt;Rolling star - Yui&lt;br /&gt;I want the world to change? Yup. No doubt about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[11] How are you going to get far in life?&lt;br /&gt;Believe - AI&lt;br /&gt;To believe? 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12] What do you say when you're in a bad mood?&lt;br /&gt;Better in Time - Leona Lewis&lt;br /&gt;....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[13] What about when you are really happy?&lt;br /&gt;Biscuit - YUKI&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Biscuit~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14] What do think of yourself in general?&lt;br /&gt;Hitohira no Hanabira - Stereo Pony&lt;br /&gt;I'm a singular... flower petal...? =_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15] What is your life's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;Seishoujo Ryouiki - Ali Project&lt;br /&gt;yay~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[16] What are you going to do this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;BrEaK - Suwabe Junichi&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to break? I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[17] How can you try and make yourself happy?&lt;br /&gt;But It's Better If You Do - Panic! At the Disco&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[18] What song will they play at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;Caramelldansen - Caramell&lt;br /&gt;... WOOT -dances around in joy-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19] Funeral song?&lt;br /&gt;Caramelldansen (DJ Ryu remix) - DJ Ryu/Caramell ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[20] What or who makes you the most happy?&lt;br /&gt;Chance! - UVERworld&lt;br /&gt;-is too busy singing along to comment-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[21] What am I even doing on this earth?&lt;br /&gt;Hana - Orange Range&lt;br /&gt;Because of... flowers? =__=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[22] How am I going to die?&lt;br /&gt;Hateshinaku Tooi Sora Ni - The Stand Up&lt;br /&gt;"In the Endless Far Sky"? o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[23] What is some good advice?&lt;br /&gt;Heat Island - Rhymester&lt;br /&gt;"The demons are comin' out of hell". Mmhmm. Yup. -nods-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[24] What's some advice you'd never take?&lt;br /&gt;Hero's ComeBack!! - nobodyknows+&lt;br /&gt;... oK. I'll do the opposite and prevent a hero from coming back. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[25] Will you ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;SHINE - UVERworld&lt;br /&gt;um... -shrugs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[26] What is/was high school like for you or what will it be like?&lt;br /&gt;Smile Ichiban Ii Onna - Antique Cafe&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to... smile? o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[27] How are you feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;Lang Lai Le - Rainie Yang&lt;br /&gt;"The Wolf has Come"? Yeah. Guess so. Wait, why the heck is this song doing here? ... YI QING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[28] What's your general outlook on life?&lt;br /&gt;LaLaLa - SG Wannabe&lt;br /&gt;Lalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[29] What are your last words going to be?&lt;br /&gt;Kuroge Wagyuu Kamishio Tanyaki 680 Yen - Ai Otsuka&lt;br /&gt;... -tries to translate the title- "Roast Beef for 680 Yen"? Hm... Interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[30] What song is going to be stuck in your head all day?&lt;br /&gt;Laugh Away - Yui&lt;br /&gt;... -laughs?-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-7334560048269965444?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/7334560048269965444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=7334560048269965444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/7334560048269965444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/7334560048269965444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/11/steps-1.html' title=''/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-3971943202999419447</id><published>2008-11-18T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T04:16:50.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woof woof~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enrollment just now... so tiring. Stood there/marched for quite a while... Sigh... and we finally got to wear the uniform~! But my skirt kind of malfunctioned... it was a bit long, and the zip was slanted.... =___=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally got in the Horseshoe Formation, and then the sec1s and the PLs (Patrol Leaders) were going to Mrs Koh patrol-by-patrol, I wasn't nervous at all. Only when Patricia started saying the Guide's Promise THEN I got kind of nervous. For what, maybe because I was scared I would forget the Honour and the Promise... =__x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... in the end, it was ok. But Pauline had a scared expression on her face all the way, as if there were Super-Assassin-Monkey-Ninjas out to get her and kill her and rip out all her guts and make fake strawberry jam with her blood. (Ok, just random.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we made truffles (that word makes me laugh for no apparent reason)! So messy... Then everyone's boots made little muddy black marks on the ground; then Sarah, Jeanne, Valencia and me cleaned up. (I didn't do much though... ^^; Pauline &lt;b&gt;slacked&lt;/b&gt; and did absolutely &lt;i&gt;nothing&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were told that Mdm Diana will be migrating to Melbourne... Bye, Mdm Diana. All the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(as if she'll be able to read that. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... more clean-ups and I threw away the trash. Then we went home. THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tag replies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Qian Xiu&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Oh, ok. Because I saw QX, then I said, "QX? Qian Xiu?" o.O LOL. Ok. I'll help you make a layout. What theme? What style(normal, or navigation)? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shihouin Yoruichi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The 22nd head of the distinguished Shihouin family, which have been said to have been granted the ability to craft "jewels" and "armor" from Heaven itself. Once, she served as the Supreme Commander of the Covert Ops of the 2nd Division, but she handed that responsibility over to the current commander, Soifon."&lt;br /&gt; (From the "Bleach Official Bootleg")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But she isn't a shinigami anymore, though. And she doesn't belong to any squad now. You're haveing problems making the clothes? Because Julia hasn't made hers yet, and I still need the haori(captain's jacket)... Maybe we three meet up one day somewhere and make?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jolyn&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Yeah. See you next year. Ha... =___="|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/6420/hitlerwatermelonwv2.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-3971943202999419447?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/3971943202999419447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=3971943202999419447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/3971943202999419447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/3971943202999419447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/11/woof-woof-enrollment-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-9018024827231912083</id><published>2008-11-16T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:12:33.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>baaaaaa~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guides Enrolment Day Practice is today(monday, something wrong with the time on the header)! Tommorow(tuesday) is Enrolment Day!!! -excited plz-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, later after the practice, Pauline-sama, Jeanne and I are gonna go to Beach Road (not bi--- road. &gt;_&gt;) to buy the boots (not the boobs. &gt;_&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to go on saturday... But I couldn't find it and my father scolded me because I "didn't do my 'homework'" and I wasted his time. Let's face it. &lt;i&gt;I'm LAZY. MWAHAHAHAHA~!&lt;/i&gt; (at least I admit it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tag replies!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pauline&lt;/u&gt;: Mh... ok... I'll teach you how to make layouts... But I thought you already know? You know the basics (backgrounds, cursors, links, positioning) right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-9018024827231912083?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/9018024827231912083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=9018024827231912083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/9018024827231912083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/9018024827231912083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/11/baaaaaa-guides-enrolment-day-practice.html' title=''/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-6770081517997796264</id><published>2008-11-16T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T06:22:43.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New layout. WEEE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a very BLEACHy mode so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here you go~ A new layout featuring the Espada~! ( but Grimmjow is still teh Best~~~ ) I coded it myself this time, and I'm very proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much time to write, my parents are bugging me to switch off the computer. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. Maybe tommorow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I'M TAKING JAPANESE (not French anymore) LESSONS NAO.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we won 2nd place in the Paint-a-Bin Competition. YAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But instead of monie ($$$), we won book vouchers. ...Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My art is improving~ Be warned! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a snail was eating a fallen piece of the yellow cactus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SSApBwI8hMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/9SQJjmJuyWY/s1600-h/IMG_0331omnomnom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SSApBwI8hMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/9SQJjmJuyWY/s320/IMG_0331omnomnom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269256674102510786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bernice! If you see that snail, make sure you catch it! It's killing my cactuses!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... What am I? A pest-control officer? &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I looked out the window. Guess what I saw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SSAmFU5nAJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2aqb7XFyVig/s1600-h/IMG_0310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SSAmFU5nAJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2aqb7XFyVig/s320/IMG_0310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269253436975022226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cat that I always see outside my house~ Now the cat is on the roof-thingy of the rubbish-chute-building-thingamajig. And it's also the cat that my mother always shoo away to prevent it from jumping on the bamboo poles... ( be kind to animals. and cats are Grimmjow's relatives! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Switch off the computer!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Ok. Sheesh. You don't need to remind me so many times. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes! &lt;b&gt;I am accepting blog layout requests. If you want me to make a blog layout for you, please kindly either tag, or contact me via MSN (yes, this means that I have too much time on my hands).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-6770081517997796264?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/6770081517997796264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=6770081517997796264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/6770081517997796264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/6770081517997796264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SSApBwI8hMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/9SQJjmJuyWY/s72-c/IMG_0331omnomnom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-8750867615655319635</id><published>2008-11-07T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T01:35:41.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SRQJYZPBwlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_o74_V_YNAk/s1600-h/wtf.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 27px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SRQJYZPBwlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_o74_V_YNAk/s320/wtf.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265844178998379090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLWUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate painting dustbings. I really do. Especially with enamel paint. Blech. And I purposely mispelled dustbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to start making the zanpakuto... tommorow? Next week? Soon. I shall employ the help of Ju (a.k.a Renji Abarai).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mh... and I drew Grimmjow. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No stealing because I know you will. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SRQKjhivCGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/h57-8teXatk/s1600-h/grimmdoodleresized.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SRQKjhivCGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/h57-8teXatk/s320/grimmdoodleresized.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265845469718710370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grimmjow (c) Tite Kubo&lt;br /&gt;Drawing (c) Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fullstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pandabaka.deviantart.com/art/bleach-mini-magnet-76526657"&gt;I want these magnets...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-runs around screaming-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-8750867615655319635?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/8750867615655319635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=8750867615655319635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/8750867615655319635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/8750867615655319635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/11/grimmjow-c-tite-kubo-drawing-c-me.html' title=''/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SRQJYZPBwlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_o74_V_YNAk/s72-c/wtf.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-552300026943356246</id><published>2008-11-05T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T00:03:49.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Level 1&lt;br /&gt;() Smoked A Cigarette&lt;br /&gt;() Smoked A Cigar&lt;br /&gt;() Kissed A Member Of The Same Sex&lt;br /&gt;Total: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 2&lt;br /&gt;() Are / Been In Love&lt;br /&gt;() Dumped someone&lt;br /&gt;() Been Fired&lt;br /&gt;() Been In A Fist Fight&lt;br /&gt;Total: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had A Crush On An Older Person&lt;br /&gt;() Skipped Class&lt;br /&gt;() Slept With A Co-worker (&lt;- wtf)&lt;br /&gt;() Seen Someone / Something Die&lt;br /&gt;Total: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 4&lt;br /&gt;() Had / Have A Crush On One Of Your deviantart / sheezyart Friends&lt;br /&gt;() Been To Paris&lt;br /&gt;() Been To Spain&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been On A Plane&lt;br /&gt;() Thrown Up From Drinking&lt;br /&gt;Total: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 5&lt;br /&gt;(x) Eaten Sushi&lt;br /&gt;() Been Snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;() Met Someone Through Internet&lt;br /&gt;() Been in a Mosh Pit&lt;br /&gt;Total: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 6&lt;br /&gt;() Been In An Abusive Relationship&lt;br /&gt;() Taken Pain Killers&lt;br /&gt;(x) Liked/loved Someone Who You Cant Have&lt;br /&gt;(x) Laid On Your Back And Watched Cloud Shapes Go By&lt;br /&gt;() Made A Snow Angel&lt;br /&gt;Total: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 7&lt;br /&gt;() Had A Tea Party&lt;br /&gt;() Flown A Kite&lt;br /&gt;(x) Built A Sand Castle&lt;br /&gt;() Gone mudding&lt;br /&gt;() Played Dress Up&lt;br /&gt;Total: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 8&lt;br /&gt;() Jumped Into A Pile Of Leaves&lt;br /&gt;() Gone Sledding&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cheated While Playing A Game&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Lonely&lt;br /&gt;(x) Fallen Asleep At Work / School &lt;br /&gt;Total: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 9&lt;br /&gt;() Watched The Sun Set&lt;br /&gt;(x) Felt An Earthquake&lt;br /&gt;() Killed A Snake&lt;br /&gt;Total: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 10&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Tickled&lt;br /&gt;() Been Robbed / Vandalized&lt;br /&gt;() Been cheated on&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;Total: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 11&lt;br /&gt;(x) Won A Contest&lt;br /&gt;() Been Suspended From School&lt;br /&gt;() Had Detention&lt;br /&gt;() Been In A Car / Motorcycle Accident&lt;br /&gt;Total: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 12&lt;br /&gt;() Had / Have Braces&lt;br /&gt;() Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night&lt;br /&gt;() Danced in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Total: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 13&lt;br /&gt;(x) Hated The Way You Look&lt;br /&gt;() Witnessed A Crime&lt;br /&gt;() Pole Danced&lt;br /&gt;() Questioned Your Heart&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been obsessed with post-it-notes&lt;br /&gt;Total: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 14&lt;br /&gt;() Squished Barefoot Through The Mud&lt;br /&gt;() Been To The Opposite Side Of The World&lt;br /&gt;() swam in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;(x) Felt like you were dying&lt;br /&gt;Total: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 15&lt;br /&gt;() cried to sleep&lt;br /&gt;(x) Played Cops And Robbers&lt;br /&gt;(x) Recently Colored With Crayons / Colored Pencils / Markers&lt;br /&gt;() Sang Karaoke &lt;br /&gt;(x) Paid For A Meal With Only Coins&lt;br /&gt;Total: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 16&lt;br /&gt;(x) Done Something You Told Yourself You Wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;(x) Made Prank Phone Calls&lt;br /&gt;() Laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose&lt;br /&gt;() Kissed In The Rain&lt;br /&gt;Total: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 17&lt;br /&gt;() Written A Letter To Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;() Watched the Sun Set/ rise with someone you care about&lt;br /&gt;(x) Blown Bubbles&lt;br /&gt;() Made A Bonfire On The Beach Or Anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Total: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 18&lt;br /&gt;() Crashed A Party&lt;br /&gt;() Have Traveled More Than 5 Days With A Car Full Of People&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gone Rollerskating / Blading&lt;br /&gt;() Had A Wish Come True&lt;br /&gt;() Been Humped By A Monkey (&lt;- wtf)&lt;br /&gt;Total: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 19&lt;br /&gt;() Worn Pearls&lt;br /&gt;() Jumped Off A Bridge&lt;br /&gt;() Screamed vulgarities out loud&lt;br /&gt;() Swam With Dolphins&lt;br /&gt;Total: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 20&lt;br /&gt;(x) Got Your Tongue Stuck To A Pole/Freezer/ice Cube&lt;br /&gt;() Kicked A Fish&lt;br /&gt;(x) Worn The Opposite Gender's Clothes&lt;br /&gt;() Sat On A Roof Top&lt;br /&gt;Total: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 21&lt;br /&gt;(x) Screamed At The Top Of Your Lungs&lt;br /&gt;() Done/Attempted A One-Handed Cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;() Talked On The Phone For More Than 6 Hours&lt;br /&gt;() Recently stayed Up for a while talking to someone you care about&lt;br /&gt;Total: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 22&lt;br /&gt;() Picked And Ate An Apple Right Off The Tree&lt;br /&gt;() Climbed A Tree&lt;br /&gt;() Had/Been In A Tree House&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been scared To Watch Scary Movies Alone&lt;br /&gt;Total: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 23&lt;br /&gt;(x) Believed In Ghosts&lt;br /&gt;() Have had More Then 30 Pairs Of Shoes&lt;br /&gt;() Gone Streaking&lt;br /&gt;() Visited Jail &lt;br /&gt;Total: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 24&lt;br /&gt;() Played Chicken&lt;br /&gt;() Been Pushed into a pool with all your clothes on&lt;br /&gt;() Been Told You're Hot By A Complete Stranger&lt;br /&gt;() Broken A Bone&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Easily Amused (all the time)&lt;br /&gt;Total: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 25&lt;br /&gt;() Caught A Fish Then Ate It Later&lt;br /&gt;() Made A Porn Video/got asked to make one (&lt;- wtf)&lt;br /&gt;(x) Caught A Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;(x) Laughed So Hard You Cried&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cried So Hard You Laughed&lt;br /&gt;Total: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 26&lt;br /&gt;() Mooned/Flashed Someone&lt;br /&gt;() Had Someone Moon/Flash You&lt;br /&gt;() Cheated On A Test (quiz)&lt;br /&gt;(x) Forgotten Someone's Name&lt;br /&gt;() French Braided Someones Hair&lt;br /&gt;() Gone Skinny Dipping&lt;br /&gt;() Been Kicked Out Of Your House&lt;br /&gt;Total: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 27&lt;br /&gt;() Rode A Roller Coaster&lt;br /&gt;() Went Scuba-Diving/Snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had A Cavity&lt;br /&gt;() Black-Mailed Someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Black Mailed&lt;br /&gt;Total: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 28&lt;br /&gt;() Been Used&lt;br /&gt;(x) Fell Going Up The Stairs&lt;br /&gt;() Licked A Cat&lt;br /&gt;(x) Bitten Someone&lt;br /&gt;() Licked Someone (&lt;- ew)&lt;br /&gt;Total: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 29&lt;br /&gt;() Been shot at/or at gunpoint&lt;br /&gt;() Had sex in the rain (&lt;- wtf)&lt;br /&gt;() Flattened someones tires&lt;br /&gt;() Rode in a car/truck until the gas light came on&lt;br /&gt;() Got five dollars or less worth of gas&lt;br /&gt;Total: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall: 37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag.... Pauline~!! Those who want to do this, just do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-552300026943356246?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/552300026943356246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=552300026943356246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/552300026943356246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/552300026943356246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/11/level-1-smoked-cigarette-smoked-cigar.html' title=''/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-475625283267358732</id><published>2008-11-04T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:09:52.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BEWARE~ The following post is rather detailed, therefore it's extremely long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:underline;"&gt;Painting Dustbin Day One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My holidays were once again invaded by the stupid dustbin competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reuel and I arrived too early (30 minutes early, to be exact). We were supposed to be there at 9.00, but we reached at 8.30. Ho... I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;insisted&lt;/span&gt; that we wait for Gwendolyn to arrive, but "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NO~ She's only going to come at 9.00 Let's go call the teacher first.&lt;/span&gt;" A stupid noodle-brain said (you should know who this is). So we went to the staff room. I was the one who intercommed AGAIN because the noodle-brain in question was too scared to do so... &gt;_&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... we carried the dustbin from the 1st floor all the way to the art room on the 3rd floor.... T____T So hard. Luckily, a very nice Cleaner-Uncle came and asked whether we needed help. He had a trolley. kaCHING~ &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SAVED&lt;/span&gt;, at least for half the distance... -_____-"|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we reached the stairs... I thought we were gonna die... Ho... Then the nice Cleaner-Uncle said that he will help us to carry the stupid, extremely heavy dustbin up. kaCHING~ &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SAVED&lt;/span&gt;, for one quarter of the remaining distance at least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then once we reached the 3rd floor, we thanked him, then the Cleaner-Uncle poofed. He practically&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; vanished&lt;/span&gt;. But the only art room that had an open door to its inside was the first one, and our destination was the second one... We carried the dustbin to the first artroom. Then we half carried, half dragged the dustbin through a very narrow space inbetween all the tables through art room no.1 until the portal to art room 2. In the middle of the journey, my grip on the dustbin slipped and it squished Reuel's foot/feet. "Ow! My feet..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very happy that Reuel's foot/feet got crushed. He has finally recieved his long-awaited &lt;span style="font-style:bold;"&gt;RETRIBUTION~~~&lt;/span&gt; Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the teacher had the transparency and she used the Ancient Visualizer to flash the shadow of the transparency on the dustbin and we used chalk to trace. My chalk broke halfway. ._. Reuel laughed. He shall receive another Retribution, I'm sure of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Gwendolyn arrived~~~~ Finally. Then the teacher lectured her why she's late. Then I passed to her the little quote-thing given to me by Ysa. "You should've said, 'I'm not late. It's just that everybody else is early.' " Anyway, that was what &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher couldn't open the paint cans... Then she asked whether anyone had a key or soemthing. I offered my house keys. I was so scared that the keys will become dented and I can't open the door to my house... @___@ Fortunately, that didn't  happen. So my house keys became the Primary Paint Can Opener. Then we painted. Painting was so messy... Poor Gwen was splattered with paint all over. (a bit of blue-ish greenish paint splatted on her face :P) The stupid yellow paint was kinda see-through the green background of the dustbin. SO the teacher said I paint a coat of white first. So I did. Then Reuel wanted to open one unopened can of paint. Then he asked me for my house keys. I said, "No. Use something else." I had a feeling that something bad will happen to my keys if I lent them to him, so I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody complained that the paint was so... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Walao... The paint keeps dripping..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ya lorh Ya lorh. Keeps running to the other colours..."&lt;br /&gt;"The paint looks like melted cheese."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should know who said what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we painted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Painted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Painted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Painted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Painted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Painted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and....&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;Painted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... we finished the front and half of the sides. Hm. We decided to call it a day and we washed our hands... with turpentine and heavy-duty soap (I didn't know such a thing existed) And I tried to remove the paint from my tie with turpentine... And, amazingly, it worked. My tie's clean again. Yay. Then I threw the newspaper away and we went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;FRESH AIR~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Reuel went up to somewhere (auntie's house?) and me and Gwen ate lunch at the kopitiam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I took the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it rained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painting Dustbin Day Two... tommorow... Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-475625283267358732?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/475625283267358732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=475625283267358732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/475625283267358732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/475625283267358732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/11/beware-following-post-is-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-6344335178755504520</id><published>2008-11-01T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T23:36:00.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't updated in a long time.... so... here I am, posting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to do in the holidays except go downstairs, walk around, chase pigeons, use the com and play Maple. ( Yes, after many attempts to install, I can finally play Maple again. But I lost my account with a level 200 character. so sad. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to start making a Senbonzakura for cosplay, and maybe a Zabimaru for Ju as well ( both are just going to be in their unreleased form, fortunately for me. ) The hilts, guards are one thing, the blade is another ( how can I make it slightly curved if it's wood? o_O )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmnmmmm.... My main char in Maple is still level 13, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeh, during Guides, there was this.... wierd guy wearing a black sockish thing on his head ( he looked like a kind of robber you would see trying to rob a bank ) he was also wielding a fake rifle and wearing sunglasses. He said, "We're training them(Boys' Brigade) not to laugh during drill." Then he appeared infront of the BB squad and the BB sir said, "Don't laugh arh!" or something like that. Then the robber-thing vanished and re-appeared again, this time, wearing a fake-plant helmet and a green raincoat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when he turned our direction, Sarah said, "Hello!" and waved. The robber-thing paused, then waved in reply. Maybe he was taken aback when Sarah, a small, innocent girl did not find him "terrorising". LOLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else to write about... NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho. The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-6344335178755504520?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/6344335178755504520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=6344335178755504520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/6344335178755504520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/6344335178755504520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-havent-updated-in-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-9116103154846396100</id><published>2008-10-25T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T04:23:34.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SIGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is done, holidays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, everyone's seperated... but not everyone... Luckily I'm still in the same class with some of my good friends e.g. Jolyn, Naushad, Reuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm finally content because we're gonna get enrolled in November~ We're gonna be real Guides soon~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... Sigh... and tuesday must go back to school for the stupid dustbin thing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-9116103154846396100?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/9116103154846396100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=9116103154846396100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/9116103154846396100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/9116103154846396100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/10/sigh-school-is-done-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-6519587576956438501</id><published>2008-10-15T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T02:26:40.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We got our math paper back today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SPW2KR6-6pI/AAAAAAAAADs/z4SCbcmPg-s/s1600-h/feea790a7ff190_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SPW2KR6-6pI/AAAAAAAAADs/z4SCbcmPg-s/s320/feea790a7ff190_full.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257308427750664850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only borderline pass for math NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&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 found some mots ("motivational' posters) on crunchyroll. Hope to cheer you guys up with some stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SPW1_wHiO5I/AAAAAAAAADk/s3C7M0aSOKs/s1600-h/motivator4845962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SPW1_wHiO5I/AAAAAAAAADk/s3C7M0aSOKs/s320/motivator4845962.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257308246877813650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SPW2bx2owQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/eVBHGZdFjaA/s1600-h/d6187147a39050_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SPW2bx2owQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/eVBHGZdFjaA/s320/d6187147a39050_full.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257308728380145922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SPW2hwNHOvI/AAAAAAAAAD8/i3DW9r8lGx4/s1600-h/fc99324adef650_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SPW2hwNHOvI/AAAAAAAAAD8/i3DW9r8lGx4/s320/fc99324adef650_full.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257308831016762098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SPW2x5oL0lI/AAAAAAAAAEE/_nvxXyS5MbM/s1600-h/842220f8f324f0_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SPW2x5oL0lI/AAAAAAAAAEE/_nvxXyS5MbM/s320/842220f8f324f0_full.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257309108424135250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-6519587576956438501?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/6519587576956438501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=6519587576956438501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/6519587576956438501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/6519587576956438501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-got-our-math-paper-back-today.html' title=''/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SPW2KR6-6pI/AAAAAAAAADs/z4SCbcmPg-s/s72-c/feea790a7ff190_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-8590769228245735945</id><published>2008-10-14T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T05:40:42.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OOOOOOkay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got some of my results back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not happy, Bob. Not. Happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. I'm not happy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could've done better... sigh... But it's kinda too late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! and Drum people came to perform during assembly today... and balloons were falling from the ceiling. (They were stuck there for the sec4 graduation) Then... while the main guy from the drum-group-thingy was telling us about the different drums, a balloon fell from the ceiling and landed infront of him. then he said, "Oh! I wasn't expecting that!" then he gave it to the guy playing the bass drums. I thought the bass-drum-guy would, like, smile and throw the balloon to the side or something. No. He put it in his right hand... and...&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;squished it and the balloon went, "KEBABOOM!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._. And his face was so emotion-less when he took that poor balloon's life. So scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... it's time to be random again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kusuriuri's anti-yaoi technique~ (ah, the power of spell-paper-thingys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc68.deviantart.com/fs24/f/2007/363/8/a/Kusuriuri_anti_yaoi_technique_by_nazgul_number_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://fc68.deviantart.com/fs24/f/2007/363/8/a/Kusuriuri_anti_yaoi_technique_by_nazgul_number_10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! I did not draw that! that was just a random nice pic from the deviantart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... happy. &gt;w&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-8590769228245735945?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/8590769228245735945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=8590769228245735945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/8590769228245735945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/8590769228245735945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/10/ooooookay-got-some-of-my-results-back.html' title=''/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-69192559242098319</id><published>2008-10-13T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T00:25:52.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't update in a long time so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdateupdate&lt;br /&gt;UPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATEUPDATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. ALOT of updates. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, I know it's lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-69192559242098319?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/69192559242098319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=69192559242098319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/69192559242098319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/69192559242098319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-didnt-update-in-long-time-so.html' title=''/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-95488114051829667</id><published>2008-10-01T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T02:25:03.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>.... History paper on friday... YAY I dont have to go to school tommorow because of the higher mother tongue paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much is happening.... so I can't write much.... Drew some stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My and Teng Teng's masterpiece...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SOM9s83S6RI/AAAAAAAAADU/T6mjJIggA0E/s1600-h/yaykennyFIN.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SOM9s83S6RI/AAAAAAAAADU/T6mjJIggA0E/s320/yaykennyFIN.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252109432905722130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is unfinished. My photoshop is being annoying and won't let me colour this.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SONBuOU4vjI/AAAAAAAAADc/sxNTDXpyqMQ/s1600-h/spiritlineart.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SONBuOU4vjI/AAAAAAAAADc/sxNTDXpyqMQ/s320/spiritlineart.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252113852819619378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.... so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grah, I gotta improve on my studies and art at the same time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-95488114051829667?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/95488114051829667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=95488114051829667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/95488114051829667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/95488114051829667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SOM9s83S6RI/AAAAAAAAADU/T6mjJIggA0E/s72-c/yaykennyFIN.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-3125215690783147067</id><published>2008-09-28T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T04:13:04.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>exams!</title><content type='html'>Exams! exams are here! Everyone, cram all that knowledge in your brain before it's too late!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... and have streaming.  I hate streaming. Hopefully, we'll be in the same class... If not, I'm gonna face a difficult predicament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During english paper.... super annoying. the building next door had a stupid, LOUD, DISTRACTING announcement: "The fire alarm has been activated blablablabla donnowhatothershit." and they repeated it for... more than 15 times. I wanted to stick my head out of the window and shout, "SHUT UP! THERE'S AN ALL-IMPORTANT EXAM GOING ON!" but of course, I could not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna climb the monkey bars again... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I have been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.The person who tag/pass you is - Pauline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Your relationship with him/her is - very good friends~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Your five impression of him/her - very funny, smart (sometimes), obsessed over some things, cheerful (I guess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.The most memorable thing he/she had done for you - cheering me up and helping me when something happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.The most memorable thing he/she had said to you - gogogo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.If he/she become your lover,you will - I AM NOT A LESBIAN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.If he/she become your lover, thing he/she has to improve on will be - I AM NOT A LESBIAN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.If he/she become your enemy,you will - kill her before she kills me. (impossible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.If he/she become your enemy,the reason will be - ...donno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.The most desired thing you want to do for him/her now is - just be able to stay with her during the whole of recess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Your overall impression of him/her is - nice... but not as nice as me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.How you think people around you will feel bout you? - ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.The characters you love of yourself are - I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.On the contrary,the characters you hate yourself are - too many to list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.The most ideal person you want be is - this is personal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.For people that care and like you - ...I return teh feelings... Best friends forever, ok!? I LOVE YOU TOO~~~~ (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Pass this quiz to 10 persons that you wish to know how they feel bout u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: TengTeng&lt;br /&gt;2: Jolyn&lt;br /&gt;3. Rie En&lt;br /&gt;4: Eilyne&lt;br /&gt;5. Pamela&lt;br /&gt;6. Brendo&lt;br /&gt;7. Yi Quan&lt;br /&gt;8. Rachel&lt;br /&gt;9. Regine&lt;br /&gt;10. Pauline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Who is [no.6] having relationship with? [Brendo] - how should I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Is [no.9] a male or female? [Regine] - lol. female, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.If [no.7 &amp; 10] are together,will it be a good thing? [Yi Quan &amp; Pauline] - I think I'm gonna puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.What is [no.2] studying about? [Jolyn] - ...probably a course on "How to Kill people named Yi Quan".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.When was the last time you had a chat with [no.3]? [Rie En] - ... I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.What kind of music does [no.8] like? [Rachel] - dunno. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.Does no.1 have any siblings? [Teng Teng] - dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.Will you woo [no.3]? [Rie En] - I'M NOT A LESBIAN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.How about [no.7]? [Yi Quan] - NONO!!! NEVER! I think I'm gonna puke!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.Is no.4 single? [Eilyne] - who knows~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.What is the surname of [no.5]? [Pamela] - wang. (hoho~ the biscuit!! wangwang~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.What's the hobby of [no.10]? [pauline] - fantasising about her Mana. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.Does [no.5 &amp; 9] get along well? [Pamela &amp; Regine] - they dont know each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.Where is [no.2] studying at? [Jolyn] - Beatty secondary school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.Talk something casually about [no.1] [TengTeng] - she's super nice, best partner in crime~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.Have you tried developing feelings for [no.6]? [Brendo] - NONONO!!! I'm gonna puke. Anyway, he belongs to Gwendolyn. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.Where does [no.9] live at? [regine] - in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.What colours does [no.4] like? [eilyne] - i have NO idea~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.Are [no.5 &amp; 1] best friends? [tengteng &amp; pamela] - donno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.Does [no.1] have any pets? [TengTeng] - donno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.Is [no.7] the sexiest person in the world? [Yi Quan] - NO. I'M GONNA PUKE OUT BLOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.What is [no.6] doing now? [brendo] - I;m not a stalker. But most probably singing to himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody who is tagged, you must do this!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-3125215690783147067?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/3125215690783147067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=3125215690783147067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/3125215690783147067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/3125215690783147067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/09/exams.html' title='exams!'/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-780338110082657607</id><published>2008-09-19T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T05:25:57.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gooooooood Morning Idiots~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's saturday, and I'm going to have incredibly boring french lessons~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-______-"|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catechism later... Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week... what had happened....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home econs. test.... Grace Chiam and I made our pizza-sandwich hybrid. Mrs Peters praised our class because all our sandwiches were very yummy. But our pizza-sandwich hybrid.... when we picked it up, all the cucumbers fell out. -__- stupid noob sandwich. We ate it for recess.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed back with some people to kill time before my CCA, then I ate lunch with HaeLi and Naushad, then I moved to Jolyn and Teng Teng. Teng Teng said that Green Tea would be nice with milo, so Jolyn poured Rie En's green tea into her milo. Then Rie En came back from who knows where, then stared at us. &lt;br /&gt;And then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolyn: Drink this! -gives Rie En milogreentea mixture-&lt;br /&gt;Rie En: Er...&lt;br /&gt;Jolyn: JUST DRINK!!!&lt;br /&gt;Rie En: okok... -drinks- ...&lt;br /&gt;Jolyn: Nice hor? Got green tea!&lt;br /&gt;Rie En: Nice what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and TengTeng: -burst out laughing-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... suddenly... when I walked past Jeanne and she said, "hi!" and I said "Hi!"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanne: Guides is canceled today.&lt;br /&gt;Me: O_O Really?&lt;br /&gt;Jeanne: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;Me: WOOOT~!!!! -runs away-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the stupid smallsmall tinytiny guy who was Jeanne's friend, I forgot his name, laughed at me. ._. I have one thing to say to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went up to staff room to get the money for 38 cups of Milo for class bonding next week. While we were waiting for her to emerge from the staff room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teng Teng: Quick! Jolyn and Rie En! Stand on the other side of the path! Bernice! Stand here! Then when Ms Hoe comes out, we salute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we didn't salute. ^^; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rie En: Ma'am is coming!&lt;br /&gt;Jolyn: Woah!&lt;br /&gt;Ms Hoe: -comes out, notices our formation- Wah, hehe. -salute-&lt;br /&gt;Everybody: Heheheh~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to canteen again to pay the money. Then we went to the library. Then inside, we made fun of Darren Moh and Gerard. Rie En suddenly vanished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Where's Rie En?&lt;br /&gt;Jolyn: She die already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rie En came back from the dead after a while. Then for some unknown reason, the librarian-teacher offed all the lights and shoo-ed us out. -__- Then we had to help an aunty to carry the green chairs to a classroom within the library...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I sat with Haeli and Naushad AGAIN, in the foyer( their oral was finished). Nothing to do, so I stayed and chatted with them and Brendo. Then Reuel appeared from the shadows of the fishpond. -___________-"| He said the teahcer thought he had lived in a village when he was in Philippines. haha. Then he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then shortly after, I followed HaeLi while going home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HaeLi forced me to walk home with Reuel... or did she force Reuel to walk home with me? Who knows. Either way... x__x -dies-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-revives-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm going to get teased alot after &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;SOME&lt;/span&gt; people read this post. Tagboard, get ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... Monday, I have to kill the people who say anything...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-780338110082657607?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/780338110082657607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=780338110082657607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/780338110082657607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/780338110082657607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/09/gooooooood-morning-idiots-its-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-7085163684921354111</id><published>2008-09-16T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T07:47:27.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WAAAHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to make this post very fast as it's late, I have to complete my CME project and my dad's gonna kill me if I dont get off the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua kept waving his arms in the air like a chimpanzee just now and &lt;s&gt;saying&lt;/s&gt; shouting, "SOOSHI SANDWICH~!!!" during mothertongue. The library was closed so we had to go to the study area again. Reuel kept zoning out, it was a bit creepy as his stare was blank, and he was just staring at the fishpond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, Ms James didnt come, so a relief teacher came. But still, the class was in CHAOS. TengTeng took some newspaper and crushed them into two newspaper balls. Then she took the newspaper balls (stop giggling, sick wierdos.) and half-shouted, half-giggled, "This is Yi Quan's.... hahaha~ .... Yi Quan's.... hahaha~ ....This is Yi Quan's.... hahaha~ .... Yi Quan's.... hahaha~ .... is Yi Quan's.... hahaha~ .... Yi Quan's.... hahaha~ .... Yi Quan's - Yi Quan's...&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;BOOBS "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha~! It was so funny until everyone who heard that started laughing, even Yi Quan. (I bet you thought TengTeng was about to say "Yi quan's -insert another remotely suspicious body part here- ) Then there was also another joke made by TengTeng involving Yi Quan's newspaper boobs having to go for plastic surgery, but I can't explain the details as it's a bit... sensitive... &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently changed my blog layout into a "Jigoku Shoujo" themed one, but everyone said it was creepy... T^T sniff... SO I changed it into a layout featuring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;☆&lt;/font&gt;Kira Izuru&lt;font size="4"&gt;☆&lt;/font&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shut up he's not lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... CME project... have to write a letter to a resilient person... I dont know any real-life resilient person, so I wrote the letter to Jyuushiro Ukitake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up, don't give me crap like, "Ukitake can't fight." He CAN fight, but he's just limited by his illness... poor thing -tries to pats Ukitake's head, but is too short to reach- .... Too tall. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ukitake: Uh... ok? ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freddy-Fred-Fred is sabo-ing me on how to do the CME project, so annoying. Don't tell him I said this, he will kill me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-7085163684921354111?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/7085163684921354111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=7085163684921354111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/7085163684921354111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/7085163684921354111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/09/waaahhh-i-have-to-make-this-post-very.html' title=''/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-2449023090667846580</id><published>2008-09-03T03:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T00:12:35.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the middle of the school holidays.... And I still havent done my holidays homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to very-late guitar lesson in Tanjong Pagar tommorow, 6.30 p.m. -__-"|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I might go to Far East Plaza with Pauline and/or Yi Qing before that to see the cosplay shop. (Yi Qing needs to see the Bleach school uniform, and I need to see whether they have a Senbonzakura...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a Yoruichi(Qian Xiu) and Renji(Julia Nin-ny beanni soya beanni) in the cosplay team... we still need an Ichigo and/or Hitsugaya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pauline and I prank-called Yi Qing just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi Qing: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Me: -give phone to Pauline-&lt;br /&gt;Pauline: Uh... -in a very wierd voice- I'm the Piza Man!&lt;br /&gt;Yi Qing: Piza... what?&lt;br /&gt;Pauline: -still in wierd voice- Piza man! I want piza~~! gimme piza NOW&lt;br /&gt;Yi Qing: Uh... You want to... piss on pizza? [LOL]&lt;br /&gt;Pauline: (trying not to laugh) NO! Gimme piza NOW&lt;br /&gt;Yi Qing: ... It's not funny, Tilly.&lt;br /&gt;Pauline: I'm not Tilly! I'm the Piza Man!&lt;br /&gt;Yi Qing: ... berNice....&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;Pauline: I'm not berNice... I'm the Piza Man! Piza piza piza piza piza man~&lt;br /&gt;Yi Qing: ... Piza... man?&lt;br /&gt;Pauline: PIZA MAN!&lt;br /&gt;Yi Qing: Piza man...&lt;br /&gt;Pauline: PIZA MAN!&lt;br /&gt;Yi Qing: Piza man...&lt;br /&gt;Pauline: PIZA MAN!&lt;br /&gt;Yi Qing: Piza man...&lt;br /&gt;Pauline: PIZA MAN!&lt;br /&gt;Yi Qing: Piza man...&lt;br /&gt;Pauline: YA LA YA LA!!! PIZA MAN!&lt;br /&gt;Yi Qing: Piza man...&lt;br /&gt;Pauline: I'm Pauline la!&lt;br /&gt;Yi Qing: oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Julia Nin-ny beany soya beany's house yesterday... We played Halo 3 on her X-box until I nearly fainted form a severe headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Julia's sister, Sarah: Queen of Evil, Mistress of Doom, Unleasher of Utter Chaos........ had a stuffed toy panda. Everytime Julia took it away, Sarah would say, "NO! My panda! MINE!!!" Then she would beat the heck out of Julia until she gave it back. o.O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;EDIT&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SL5zk6HS2AI/AAAAAAAAADI/--rggCCb0MY/s1600-h/quanLOL.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SL5zk6HS2AI/AAAAAAAAADI/--rggCCb0MY/s320/quanLOL.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241754094218172418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi Quan in Matsuri???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-2449023090667846580?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/2449023090667846580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=2449023090667846580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/2449023090667846580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/2449023090667846580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-middle-of-school-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SL5zk6HS2AI/AAAAAAAAADI/--rggCCb0MY/s72-c/quanLOL.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-8707632927826484721</id><published>2008-08-30T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T03:35:55.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We got the marks for the play! ... What the hell, my group got the lowest, the lowest of the low! &gt;_&lt; 13/20 only... Then the YiShit's group got 18/20!! We're so pathetic... even a shit is better than us... Darryl had a fake moustache. Kaka~ so funny. Darryl and the Moh wore Raffles Girls pinafores... They looked so gay. But they doubled roles, so they had to move here and there... Then at the second last scene, when Darryl was changing from mr Lee to Minnie, he was trying to pull off the pinafore and he shouted, "How you take out arh?" Then he finally got it off then resumed his role as Mr Lee. (his moustache was missing) Then someone shouted, "Ey! Your moustache!" Then Darryl said, "Oh yah hor!" then he stuck the fake moustache. Darryl kept adjusting his fake moustache. Everytime he talked, the moustache would move up and down... stupid, unnecessary movement for a non-living thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then during one of the plays, we stuck a record number of stickys on YiShit's back! His back was full of insulting paper! But he ended up removing it in the end... so sad... Then we (me and TengTeng) dropped a paper saying "POOT" on YiQuan's chair, then he sat on it. After a while he stood up and walked around with the "POOT" on his butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This was taken during an unknown point of time. This was also stolen from Jolyn's blog, but the words were blurry, so I had to guess.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SLkg-AjGXxI/AAAAAAAAADA/mqnGDQPkzOo/s1600-h/hoho.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SLkg-AjGXxI/AAAAAAAAADA/mqnGDQPkzOo/s320/hoho.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240255891093479186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got our report books... Almost all my grades decreased!! Grr... I have to study more... *__* I failed maths and geography (as usual), and... I got the highest for history! I'm so happy, I could cry. 96/100!!! Hoho~~ I only got two A1s (history and home econs.)... I really need to improve...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's Day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special happened... I put the teacher's day gifts inside the teacher's lockers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for the stupid aces day thing, the guys had to do push-ups and the girls had to do a very gay squat-thing. Then we also had to move along without standing up as people did their push-ups/gay squats. The cleaners had the day off, the floor was already clean as everyone scrubbed the floor with their butts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-8707632927826484721?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/8707632927826484721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=8707632927826484721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/8707632927826484721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/8707632927826484721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-got-marks-for-play.html' title=''/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SLkg-AjGXxI/AAAAAAAAADA/mqnGDQPkzOo/s72-c/hoho.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-7794397484012319485</id><published>2008-08-22T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T04:15:18.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Summary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Geylang(ohshit) Serai Community club place to do... ARCHERY~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupid people who went first wasted so much time... In the end we only got to shoot 3 arrows... they got to shoot 6!!! What the hell... talk about biased...&lt;br /&gt;On the first try, I hit the blue outermost circle... Then on the second try, I hit the red innermost circle... Then on my final arrow... I hit the innermost yellow circle... extremely near to the bullseye! GRR! Wasted! But still... it was an achievement for me~~~~... Now I want to take up archery... *___* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took some pics before/during the bus ride to and from...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grace H., Calista, and Unknown arm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SK6-5zIKldI/AAAAAAAAABY/IhOR9pcdpU4/s1600-h/IMG_0250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SK6-5zIKldI/AAAAAAAAABY/IhOR9pcdpU4/s320/IMG_0250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237333316864742866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rachel kissing the air, TengTeng listening to something and Jolyn-mouth inbetween&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SK7GxPl_S2I/AAAAAAAAABg/qamL06s60NM/s1600-h/IMG_0252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SK7GxPl_S2I/AAAAAAAAABg/qamL06s60NM/s320/IMG_0252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237341965980224354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Face-less Rachel and TengTeng; Jolyn mesmerized by the sunlight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SK7IUdKuFSI/AAAAAAAAABo/aZAg4vn_d5c/s1600-h/IMG_0253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SK7IUdKuFSI/AAAAAAAAABo/aZAg4vn_d5c/s320/IMG_0253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237343670430995746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blurry woman Rie En&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SK7I_QX4sqI/AAAAAAAAABw/kAJivn1T0l8/s1600-h/IMG_0255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SK7I_QX4sqI/AAAAAAAAABw/kAJivn1T0l8/s320/IMG_0255.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237344405730931362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blurry Jolyn and not-so-blurry other people&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SK7JoGLjNmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/iOFDqk6OL00/s1600-h/IMG_0258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SK7JoGLjNmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/iOFDqk6OL00/s320/IMG_0258.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237345107369473634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The &lt;s&gt;Ribena&lt;/s&gt; Lavina turning around&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SK7JonPKdTI/AAAAAAAAACA/ILSuX0G7sus/s1600-h/IMG_0260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SK7JonPKdTI/AAAAAAAAACA/ILSuX0G7sus/s320/IMG_0260.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237345116242998578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yan wing&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt; to wave "Hi!" but was blocked by the giant blackcurrant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SK7KkuMAV_I/AAAAAAAAACI/GJ0nsy3A9UE/s1600-h/IMG_0263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SK7KkuMAV_I/AAAAAAAAACI/GJ0nsy3A9UE/s320/IMG_0263.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237346148900952050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;YiQuan wearing the yellow-cloth thing on the bus-seat on his back as a superman cape&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SK7LCcUIONI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-_btrQR67tM/s1600-h/IMG_0262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SK7LCcUIONI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-_btrQR67tM/s320/IMG_0262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237346659499260114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;... WhiteQuan is pretending to be a bus-seat...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SK7L9RGYXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/qVKoLHF7DZQ/s1600-h/IMG_0266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SK7L9RGYXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/qVKoLHF7DZQ/s320/IMG_0266.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237347670101089634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;...Ok, now it's a wig&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SK7Me22-1nI/AAAAAAAAACg/N2ZGaxJ1OHk/s1600-h/IMG_0264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SK7Me22-1nI/AAAAAAAAACg/N2ZGaxJ1OHk/s320/IMG_0264.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237348247172732530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wow~ his reishi is over-flowing out of him! the effect of the yellow cloth-wig!&lt;/b&gt; (my camera shook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SK7NsVrZClI/AAAAAAAAACw/fT8f5tl_MLw/s1600-h/IMG_0267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SK7NsVrZClI/AAAAAAAAACw/fT8f5tl_MLw/s320/IMG_0267.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237349578295544402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guess who decided to bend over and look at something on the floor, obstructing the crazy smiling YiShit; the stupid Reuel~!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SK7OOaWoFAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/35QZlWK4cHY/s1600-h/IMG_0265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SK7OOaWoFAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/35QZlWK4cHY/s320/IMG_0265.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237350163666179074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TODAY/JUST NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made jelly during home economics...  I think I left it in class... O_O Ohshoot. On Monday, it's going to have some green "decoration" on it, for sure. Okok, It's disgusting, I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked who will wash and who will wipe the table. Without prompting or probing, Gerard said, "I wash." .... why so "eager"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the gallery... it was deserted (we were always supposed to report there). Then I saw he seniors. One of them (I forgot who) said, "You're early." Then I think my face was: o^O ??? Then she said, "GG is only going to start at 3.30" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH I didn't get the patrol message... I &lt;b&gt;always&lt;/b&gt; don't recieve the patrol message! Sheesh. Then we did foot-drills, then talktalk, sing-song, play &lt;s&gt;mahjong&lt;/s&gt; a touch-the-number-before-people-shout-at-you game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all... for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-7794397484012319485?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/7794397484012319485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=7794397484012319485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/7794397484012319485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/7794397484012319485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/08/summary.html' title=''/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SK6-5zIKldI/AAAAAAAAABY/IhOR9pcdpU4/s72-c/IMG_0250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-3624711225513759107</id><published>2008-08-19T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T07:56:56.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepy...</title><content type='html'>TOMMOROW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has PE... hais....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha~ Me and TengTeng have invented a way of sticking insultnotes on people's backs without them knowing! It's a very complicated process, so I shall not type it out here... It involves flinging the paper with a ruler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we pasted something and the Yi quan didn't know! he actually went home with it still on his back. the paper said, "The KING of shit".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cut out the newspaper and make new words and stick it on the Yi Quan's back. We pasted so many. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NEWSPAPERS WE STUCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Weight loss success"&lt;br /&gt;- "Singapore Yi Quan Holdings"&lt;br /&gt;- A fat woman who is labeled as "Jolyn"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wakaka~~ So fun.... The Singapore Yi Quan Holdings was the BEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw an advertisement concerning Singapore press holdings then I cut it out. I removed the "Press", and I stuck the "Singapore" and the "Holdings" on a paper. In the gap in between the "singapore" and the "holdings", I wrote, "Yi quan". So in the end, it became "Singapore Yi Quan Holdings". Everyone who saw it burst out laughing immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the fat woman who is labeled as "jolyn"'s head was tearing off, so in the end, it became a headless fat woman labeled as "jolyn".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADVERTISING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Choose your Plan! PackageOne; PaperPlan! PackageTwo; NEWspaperPlan! Subscribe and get free pieces of eraser stuck in your hair!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terms and Conditions apply. Humiliation, suicidal-ness or loss of life are entirely NOT our fault. This package is only available if we sit directly behind you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-3624711225513759107?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/3624711225513759107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=3624711225513759107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/3624711225513759107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/3624711225513759107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/08/sleepy.html' title='sleepy...'/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-2444034852097563992</id><published>2008-08-17T00:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T00:53:14.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T^T</title><content type='html'>NO! Tommorow is the stupid moving monday again, and I can't use the com unless I go to Pauline's house!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should enjoy this day... the last weekend of this week!&lt;br /&gt;When my headache's gone, I'll go downstairs with Pauline and get some fresh air (sometimes the air is not fresh as the dustbin truck comes by). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seems to be a new trend rising among the bloggers of 1E4, Beatty Secondary 2008. And what is that trend, you ask? I'll tell you what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making bunnyherolabs.com animated pets and naming them after people in the class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with the Yi Shit, I think. He named the hamster Elvin. Then I saw TengTeng's blog. She now has a blue pig named Chong Xian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHO~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-2444034852097563992?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/2444034852097563992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=2444034852097563992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/2444034852097563992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/2444034852097563992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/08/tt.html' title='T^T'/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-8194228818641418485</id><published>2008-08-15T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T21:27:18.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One, two... PSSSHHHT! Go!</title><content type='html'>SATURDAY~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things happened in the past week, I'm too lazy to sum it all up.&lt;br /&gt;It's really been a long time since I last posted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer's internet is stupid and slow. If it had a life, I would kill it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catechism's at 1.30(?) today... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TengTeng and I stuck paper on Yi Quan's back again. And we also showered him with bits of eraser and eraser... dust? Is that what it's called? All the eraser "dust" stuck to his hair and looked like dandruff/lice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TengTeng said, "He's not a fruit tree anymore! He became a rubber tree! Hoho~" (The other day, we turned him into a fruit tree by sticking drawings of fruit on his back. The Moh thought the pineapple was a turtle.) More info on the Yi Quan's blog. I'm too lazy to type it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During History lesson...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One lock of Reuel's hair stood up like an antennae(telletubbies fashion). I don't know who found out, but everyone sitting at the back found out and ended up laughing like mad. The laughter soon spread in front. Reuel was laughing also, but he had no idea why we were laughing in the first place. So stupid. Then Mr Yeo pointed it out and he fixed his hair, and stopped laughing. So stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday during Guides session...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played games.... alot of them. Then we had a race. Chloe said, "Ok, when I spray this can of muscle lotion, you all run, ok? One, two..." pssshhht! the lotion(?) sprayed out. "GO!" ...Sorry if you don't get it. You just HAD to be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-8194228818641418485?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/8194228818641418485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=8194228818641418485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/8194228818641418485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/8194228818641418485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/08/saturday-so-many-things-happened-in.html' title='One, two... PSSSHHHT! Go!'/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-5414909285390699332</id><published>2008-08-08T08:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:49:53.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New post~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now was National Day celebration... so boring....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is Olympics... just another event to produce more pollution....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-5414909285390699332?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/5414909285390699332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=5414909285390699332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/5414909285390699332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/5414909285390699332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-post-just-now-was-national-day.html' title=''/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-6556706485423452261</id><published>2008-08-01T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T21:22:57.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YESTERDAY was the Official Opening~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So boring (for me, at least)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that Pauline and I did was decorate the glass centerpieces for a million tables and stand there and tell people what the drinks are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd better get alot of CIP hours for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Yi Quan was wearing a chinese-y outfit. So funny. And his hair was sticking out all over the place like a durian. No wonder the Gerard ran off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-6556706485423452261?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/6556706485423452261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=6556706485423452261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/6556706485423452261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/6556706485423452261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/08/yesterday-was-official-opening-so.html' title=''/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-392274508991966413</id><published>2008-07-31T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T08:32:49.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHOOSH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in Pauline's house, freeloading on her computer. kehkehkeh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me she wan go my house and sleeeeeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANNOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we have to go to sch for guides session.... and we're hosting Japanese Students~&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... hopefully they can speak at least a bit of english...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Pauline, Jeanne and I are gonna take part in the Official opening.... BUT... I dont know what we're doing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch pauline is stabbing me with her finger and singing, "S! I.N! G.A.P.O.R.E~!!"&lt;br /&gt;Great, now she's pulling my hair and saying something about maggots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an "Exempted People Party" in the study area during Chinese again... Joshua danced on the ledge... right infront of the security camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During science lesson ( which is always very boring as all that Ms Tan does is talktalktalkblablabla ) TengTeng and I stuck paper on Yi Shit(Yi Quan)'s back~ Hohoho~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SJPb8diJr8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Y75Q_LNgWnI/s1600-h/zoomy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SJPb8diJr8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Y75Q_LNgWnI/s320/zoomy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229765424073781186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I took a picture of Yi Shit's back with the paper saying "I am Darren Moh Clone" And a few minutes after everytime we stick a paper on the white shit's back, the stupid idiot nerd who wears his pants very high up, Darren Moh, will say, "YEE QUAN~~ got paper on your back." then the Moh will slap his back to show the Yi Shit where the paper is. We stuck so many things on the Yi Shit's back (not all at once, one by one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PAPERS WE STUCK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A paper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- That says "This person is worth 10 cents"&lt;br /&gt;- That has a tortoise drawing on it (x3)&lt;br /&gt;- That has a smelly cheese drawing on it (x2)&lt;br /&gt;- That says "n00b!"&lt;br /&gt;- That says "Yi" then a drawing of a shit&lt;br /&gt;- That says "Fluffy Shit"&lt;br /&gt;- That is folded into a spring and says "WOW!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When TengTeng pasted the "WOW!" paper, the Moh saw it after 5 minutes. He then said, "YEE QUAN~ got paper on your back." then he slap his back. The Moh has been doing that for so many times, that the Yi Shit didnt care anymore. Then the Moh say, Really! have! I show yoo." He then stand up and remove the paper. Tch... so wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this spost is very long. great, i;m just making it longer by typing more things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-392274508991966413?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/392274508991966413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=392274508991966413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/392274508991966413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/392274508991966413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/07/whoosh-i-am-in-paulines-house.html' title=''/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SJPb8diJr8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Y75Q_LNgWnI/s72-c/zoomy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-3055965345129402954</id><published>2008-07-28T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T01:43:38.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm at the Pauline's house~~~ Free-loading and using her computer~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pauline is saying "wwwwwoots~~~" haha. So funny. She called the someone from 1e3 a panda, and saying he might as well stay in the zoo and eat bamboo all day. Okok~~&lt;br /&gt; Noodles got stuck in her windpipe. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESS tommorow we can wear uniform~ Hoho~~~ I won't look like an idiot anymorree....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kehkeh. Oh yah. Jolyn lost her ezlink. Then Rie En found it somewhere. LOL. Then, for some unknown reason, Jolyn ransacked Yuan Sing's bag, making Yuan Sing very angry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-3055965345129402954?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/3055965345129402954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=3055965345129402954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/3055965345129402954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/3055965345129402954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-at-paulines-house-free-loading-and.html' title=''/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-1612056238333706469</id><published>2008-07-27T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T00:27:40.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is SUNDAY~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to church, after that, went to do stupid grocery shopping. Can't I just go straight home after church???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boohoo, tommorow will be monday... And it's gonna be a moving monday... in school... I hate moving mondays, our warm-ups are stupid (hip rotation and knee rotation especially). And I can't use the computer until friday again.... -sniff-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to write the stupid play.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HM&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;aha! I'll use it as an excuse to use the computer!! Hohoho~~~&lt;br /&gt;Also math tuition... grraaahhh I hate math tuition!! I hate everything that has got to do with t3h matttthhhhhh  &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-1612056238333706469?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/1612056238333706469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=1612056238333706469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/1612056238333706469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/1612056238333706469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-is-sunday-went-to-church-after.html' title=''/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-4855150494202137188</id><published>2008-07-25T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T00:22:23.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bohahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was elearning&lt;br /&gt;NO SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;haha yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can finally use the computer again. kehkeh. We got the girl guides shirt~!! the only thing I don't like about is that there's a stupid drawing of a yellow-skinned person at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was kinda stupid. There was a paperball war. At first I was throwng tiny paperballs at Yi Quan, then Lavina saw me and starting throwing also. Then ALOT of people started throwing at each other. Wakakaka~~!! So fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elearning... Reuel can't log in to the moodle, so I said it would be better if he goes to school so the teachers could fix it. He doesn't know where the hell the com lab was so I had to be a tour guide and lead him there... Then it was actually the teacher's fault... spell his NRIC number wrongly. HA. ...And Reuel lives in my old estate... Coincidence...? Luckily he doesn't know that our principal also stays in the estate. :P Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought two Bleach posters to stick on the empty wall of my room (Bleach ROCKS! And I know I'm obsessed, shut up!) But the paint was cracking off, so I had to paste them on my cupboards instead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SIng60MXJmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/kCaXDhi7O4Y/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SIng60MXJmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/kCaXDhi7O4Y/s320/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226956143587698274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SIng7OMJS1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/zKSdFtUiUZI/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SIng7OMJS1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/zKSdFtUiUZI/s320/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226956150566112082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... Tommorow has french lesson catechism. urgh, I can't wake up late...&lt;br /&gt;And sunday I'm going ice-skating~~~ after church.&lt;br /&gt;So stupid, Everybody I invite can't go. Sheesh. It's gonna be a bit boring...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-4855150494202137188?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/4855150494202137188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=4855150494202137188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/4855150494202137188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/4855150494202137188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/07/bohahaha-today-was-elearning-no-school.html' title=''/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SIng60MXJmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/kCaXDhi7O4Y/s72-c/Picture+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-507431379692911806</id><published>2008-07-21T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T01:00:01.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pauline is da BESSSSSTTTT~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-507431379692911806?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/507431379692911806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=507431379692911806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/507431379692911806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/507431379692911806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/07/pauline-is-da-bessssstttt.html' title=''/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-1613277367406887873</id><published>2008-07-20T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T07:15:41.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SInfupYWpmI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9RHysl0I0qk/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SInfupYWpmI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9RHysl0I0qk/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226954835015149154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SInfu7_q6NI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2csywC1oYEk/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SInfu7_q6NI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2csywC1oYEk/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226954840011892946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SInfvMJpb6I/AAAAAAAAAAg/d-h6IMQKGm8/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SInfvMJpb6I/AAAAAAAAAAg/d-h6IMQKGm8/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226954844348706722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SInfvtTpKcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2mK_IfQ_6Pc/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SInfvtTpKcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2mK_IfQ_6Pc/s320/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226954853249001922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Rie En, Yan Wing, Lavina and I went to Bishan library to do the english projects~~ We laughed like retards throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to J8 afterwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omigosh I need to go to the toilettt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm supposed to be doing something important now (homework :P )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-1613277367406887873?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/1613277367406887873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=1613277367406887873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/1613277367406887873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/1613277367406887873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/07/yeah-rie-en-yan-wing-lavina-and-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kdUEXaNla4E/SInfupYWpmI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9RHysl0I0qk/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-6337774074744389330</id><published>2008-07-11T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T06:59:25.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GRRRAAAHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catechism tommorow again..... GRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must practise guitar extra hard, especially "Blessed Be The Name". I must prove that I can be as equally good as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named (not Voldemort, you idiot.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... I'm curently braindead for the 2nd Chapter of my doujin... GRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck, Poetry Slam Team! Break a leg! (not literally)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-6337774074744389330?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/6337774074744389330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=6337774074744389330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/6337774074744389330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/6337774074744389330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/07/grrraaahhh-catechism-tommorow-again.html' title=''/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-8838170443746544826</id><published>2008-07-07T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T05:33:15.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Posting again~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[ EDIT: Ok, I'm a forgetful idiot with a big mouth. Sorry Ysa. ]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pauline and I put some chocolate ice cream on coke!!! It tasted terrible, so dont try making one. We also laughed like maniacs for no apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I feel a bit... nevermind. It's not your problem anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-8838170443746544826?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/8838170443746544826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=8838170443746544826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/8838170443746544826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/8838170443746544826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/07/posting-again-i-just-learned-that-ysa.html' title=''/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-5308026286291320682</id><published>2008-07-06T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T17:58:06.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GRRAAAAHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, it's youth day today! No school!!! w00t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, my dad dumped ALOT of math homework for me to do... it's not youth day anymore if there's homework.... Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pauline ios coming to my house today... I wonder what kind of rubbish we will make... haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-5308026286291320682?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/5308026286291320682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=5308026286291320682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/5308026286291320682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/5308026286291320682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/07/grraaaahh-yay-its-youth-day-today-no.html' title=''/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-6345762233466654214</id><published>2008-07-06T01:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T01:36:09.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>27 random questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{{ I'm an idiot. }}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How much cash do you have on you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{{ $2. }}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's a word that rhymes with "DOOR?"&lt;br /&gt;{{ Floor. }}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite planet?&lt;br /&gt;{{ ...Earth? }}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;{{ Pauline. }}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite ring on your phone?&lt;br /&gt;{{ My phone 'rings' are all stupid. }}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;{{ A purple shirt... shutuppurpleisnotgay... just barney-ish. }}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you "label" yourself?&lt;br /&gt;{{ sometimes. }}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Name the brand of your shoes you're currently wearing?&lt;br /&gt;{{ No shoes. 8D }}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Bright or Dark Room?&lt;br /&gt;{{ In-between. }}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you?&lt;br /&gt;{{ What? }}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;br /&gt;{{ Sleeping. }}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What did your last text message you received on your cell say?&lt;br /&gt;{{ "She's ok, but still pain in the arms... sigh..." }}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Where is your nearest 7-11?&lt;br /&gt;{{ Near Braddel MRT. }}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What's a word that you say a lot?&lt;br /&gt;{{ "meh" . }}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Who told you he/she loved you last?&lt;br /&gt;{{ ..... nobody.... -feels unwanted- }}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Last furry thing you touched?&lt;br /&gt;{{ A stray cat named 'Cinnamon'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How many drugs have you done in the last three days?&lt;br /&gt;{{ zero. }}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How many rolls of film do you need developed?&lt;br /&gt;{{ .... zero.}}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Favorite age you have been so far?&lt;br /&gt;{{ 13. }}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Your worst enemy?&lt;br /&gt;{{ I cant tell ya }}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What is your current desktop picture?&lt;br /&gt;{{ The Gotei 13 Captains and Vice-captains~~!!! &lt;3 }}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What was the last thing you said to someone?&lt;br /&gt;{{ "huh?" }}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;{{ Million bucks. xD }}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you like someone?&lt;br /&gt;{{ ... um... yes? }}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. The last song you listened to?&lt;br /&gt;{{ 'Black and Gold' - Sam Sparro }}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-6345762233466654214?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/6345762233466654214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=6345762233466654214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/6345762233466654214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/6345762233466654214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/07/27-random-questions-1.html' title=''/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-251263327855174563</id><published>2008-07-04T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T06:44:33.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So many good news and bad news....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bad news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOME ECONOMICS!!!! A very fun subject.... BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATTHEHELL Mrs Peters paired me with Gerard, the stupid idiot who almost has a moustache! GRRR. And we "comepted" to wash the utensils. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'll wash the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;Gerard: I wash larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-MENTAL SPARKS FLEW!!!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ............. Ok fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, CCA, our seniors scolded us. Then we heard a very disturbing rumour about Girl Guides being closed down next year. What the hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the good news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone gave me a gift~!!! It really made my day~!&lt;br /&gt;My devART friend, YukiYijiKusakabe (Yue) drew my Bleach OC/Roleplay Character!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy~!!!!! Wanna see it??? Of course you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yukiyijikusakabe.deviantart.com/art/gift-MAGOKORO-Hikaru-Ukitake-90608896"&gt;SEE IT!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yue draws so nicely~ TT____TT And I draw like crap -&gt; &lt;a href="http://fenrisulfr-teshin.deviantart.com/art/Bleach-OC-Hikaru-87715910"&gt;my crap drawing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must improve my drawing skills~!!! YES~! FORWARD AND ONWARD~~~!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-251263327855174563?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/251263327855174563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=251263327855174563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/251263327855174563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/251263327855174563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-many-good-news-and-bad-news.html' title=''/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-224007622124725501</id><published>2008-06-29T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T02:47:25.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My computer's internet is fixed. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad came back from china... sigh... All he does now is bombard me with homework and tell me to study. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Yourself Day next week. GRRAAHH I thought it would like, be in august. But no... next week.... I'm not sure whether I'm going to cosplay that day as Byakuya.... It's a good idea... but.... sigh.... I'm noly going to cosplay if Lavina dresses up too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-224007622124725501?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/224007622124725501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=224007622124725501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/224007622124725501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/224007622124725501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-computers-internet-is-fixed.html' title=''/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-7286679196496440511</id><published>2008-06-22T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T02:29:29.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meh. Completed the stupid geography homeowork and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's back to school tommorow~! BOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning Mr. BOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no success for BCC (Bleach Cosplay Crew). GRRAH. Please, just any Bleach loving freak friend of mine, just say you wanna join!!! GRRRAAAHHH!!!!! (I'm cosplaying as Byakuya, and what I'm saying now is VERY Out-Of-Character.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-7286679196496440511?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/7286679196496440511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=7286679196496440511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/7286679196496440511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/7286679196496440511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/06/meh.html' title=''/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-3591538085832648984</id><published>2008-06-20T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T23:27:42.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_taPC-1l2iog/SBh-gouytXI/AAAAAAAAhPU/f-lUS1GW9i0/s1600-h/znaki_81.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Still haven't completed the stupid geography homework. Seriously, I don't give a damn for geography. It sucks. History is WAY better than bloody geography. tupid geography, with it's stupid volcanoes, and its stupid human environmentss and its stupid maps and its stupid &lt;s&gt;pizza&lt;/s&gt; earth's crust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN GEOGRAPHY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of speech. Oh yah, you have to watch this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=EI6QR6hAaR0"&gt;clicky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-3591538085832648984?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/3591538085832648984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=3591538085832648984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/3591538085832648984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/3591538085832648984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/06/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_taPC-1l2iog/SBh-gouytXI/AAAAAAAAhPU/f-lUS1GW9i0/s72-c/znaki_81.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-2439631497947663980</id><published>2008-06-19T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T20:46:31.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last day of the holidays.... so sad. sniff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having trouble with my guitar lesson new term sign-up... there's no 4.30 slot... grr&lt;br /&gt;Only thursday 4.30... I donno whether I'm free that time. -sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my computer's internet connection is broken. I'm using my mum's laptop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BCC!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-2439631497947663980?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/2439631497947663980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=2439631497947663980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/2439631497947663980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/2439631497947663980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-day-of-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-484002608045109524</id><published>2008-06-18T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T05:43:42.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BCC recruitment D:</title><content type='html'>WOOOOOSH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Went to Spotlight (Plaza Singapura) and Bugis toooday... I bought some light green cloth and felt thingys... for cosplay... next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early preperation = GOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sigh- Me and Yi Qing are plannin to go to a cosplay event-thing next year, yes NEXT YEAR. Yi Qing, who's being Orihime, said we go as a group. That's how BCC (Bleach Cosplay Crew) came about. WE NEED PEOPLE!!! TT____TT If you want to, good. But you'll have to get your own costume (make it or buy on internet. Making is better. That way, you won't get cheated.) And, don't worry about embarrassment. There will be ALOT of cosplaying freaks in the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early preparation = GOOD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE NEED PEOPLE!!!! URGENTLY&lt;br /&gt;any volunteers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-484002608045109524?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/484002608045109524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=484002608045109524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/484002608045109524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/484002608045109524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/06/bcc-recruitment-d.html' title='BCC recruitment D:'/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-5160644172521397346</id><published>2008-06-16T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T18:37:54.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the Night :DDD</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;RULES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put Your iTunes, Windows Media Player, ETC on Shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;4. Put any comments in brackets after the song name.&lt;br /&gt;5. Put this on your journal.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MOST OF MY SONGS ARE JAPANESE, SO I HAVE TO GO THROUGHT THE PAIN OF FINDING THE MEANINGS.&lt;/b&gt; LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If someone says, "Is this okay?" You say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;But It's Better If You Do - Panic! At the Disco&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{.... um...}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.How would you describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Houki Boshi - Younha&lt;/b&gt; a japanese song!&lt;br /&gt;{Since Houki Boshi means shooting star/comet, I'm like a shooting star: alawys moving on, always hopeful, I guess?}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What do you like in a girl/guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jenny - The Click Five&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Um.... Unpredictable-ness?}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.How do you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sen no Yoru wo Koete - Aqua Timez&lt;/b&gt; a japanese song...&lt;br /&gt;{Hm... the title translates to "After a Thousand Nights", and the first line means, "I want to be loved, but you don't seem to love me." So I guess... emo and kind of lovesick?}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.What is your life's purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rolling Star - Yui&lt;/b&gt; another japanese song!&lt;br /&gt;{Verse means:&lt;br /&gt;  "A world like I have seen in my dreams&lt;br /&gt; Without conflict, just daily peace&lt;br /&gt; But in reality, I tend to worry about&lt;br /&gt; Troubles and the daily grind&lt;br /&gt; Those Rolling Days"&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;So my life's purpose means I have to ensure peace wherever? Makes sense. I used to breakup arguments in class, still do now. Haha.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.What is your motto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chu-Bura - Kelun&lt;/b&gt; japanese again.&lt;br /&gt;{  "So Open up your eyes&lt;br /&gt; And replace your lonliness with something more&lt;br /&gt; Find your lost bravery and hold it high!&lt;br /&gt; I finally remember the tears you have to endure&lt;br /&gt; So we'll join hands and a new story will unfold" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. But this is my 2nd theme song from now on. :) }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What do your friends think of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lang Lai Le - Rainie Yang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{"The Wolf is Here." Haha. Coincidence?}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.What do you think of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tightrope - Charcoal Filter&lt;/b&gt; another japanese song...&lt;br /&gt;{"Oh, I'm sure no matter who you are, it always stays the same&lt;br /&gt;I must fight against myself"&lt;br /&gt; LOL. They make me walk on a 'tightrope'. Haha.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do you think about very often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Girl all the Bad Guys Want - Bowling for Soup&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{What the hell...}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is 2 + 2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Four Minutes - Maddonna and Justin Timberlake&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Wow. Coincidence?}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you think of your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SHINE - UVERworld&lt;/b&gt; oh, the japanese-ness!&lt;br /&gt;{"It's sad to say goodbye to you." ...Ok?}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What do you think of the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Baby It's You - June&lt;/b&gt; japanese again...&lt;br /&gt;{"Don't you know everything is all right?&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see the future's so bright?&lt;br /&gt;Now you know nothing in the world&lt;br /&gt;Can come between you and me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what that is supposed to mean.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your life story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHANCE! - UVERworld&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{"  The dream of that day, which has no chance of coming true &lt;br /&gt; Is still twinkling in my heart &lt;br /&gt; Time always returns to the beginning &lt;br /&gt; Don't give up &lt;br /&gt; Keep chasing it &lt;br /&gt; Grasp the many miracles here &lt;br /&gt; The melodies and the fragments of words &lt;br /&gt; I don't want to regret a thing &lt;br /&gt; Until I find the answer &lt;br /&gt; I don't want to look back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-explanatory.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miss Murder - AFI&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{I want to be a murderer when I grow up? HAHA.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you think of when you see the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paralyzer - Finger 11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{... I think that I'm paralyzed? o_O}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;TONIGHT TONIGHT TONIGHT - Beat Crusaders&lt;br /&gt;{...OOOOkay? }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nitro - UVERworld&lt;/b&gt; japanese again.&lt;br /&gt;{  "Oh, this is a perfect reset, a silver foil status, keep on! &lt;br /&gt; Like footsoldiers, hide your claws and attack from behind &lt;br /&gt; Keep us deep as go! &lt;br /&gt; A surprising fake down! (Fake down!) &lt;br /&gt; Read it upside down, it's ortiN! &lt;br /&gt; Fake down! (Fake down!) &lt;br /&gt; This is my tears!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! Perfect!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is your hobby/interest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MOVIN!! - Takacha&lt;/b&gt; japanese again&lt;br /&gt;{ "Napping just like always, zzzzz&lt;br /&gt; Just flicking through manga&lt;br /&gt; My motto is “funny&amp;easy”&lt;br /&gt; I want an easy life&lt;br /&gt; “In traveling, companionship; in life, kindness”&lt;br /&gt; Smilin’ every day under the sun&lt;br /&gt; Kind to people and kind to myself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... kinda true...}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is your biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LIFE - Yui&lt;/b&gt; yet another japanese again&lt;br /&gt;{I don't know.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pikapika no Taiyou - Ueda Kana&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Why the hell do I have this stupid song? -gasp- YI QING!!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What do you think of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BLEACH - Bleach Rock Musical Saien Live Cast&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{BLEACH~!!! Yay! That means we are the real life BLEACH cast! Lol. Ysa is Matsumoto.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What will you post this as?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Into the Night - Santana ft. Chad Kroeger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{... whatever.}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-5160644172521397346?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/5160644172521397346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=5160644172521397346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/5160644172521397346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/5160644172521397346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/06/into-night-ddd.html' title='Into the Night :DDD'/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-750683268981857251</id><published>2008-06-16T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T05:07:44.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 my guitar</title><content type='html'>some of you may not know this.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I play and &lt;3 my guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna help Ysa on one of her songs! How unfortunate, no? ~_^ If you want to know what it is, here ya go: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QZLGtrO9bb0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems kinda bare, so I'm just gonna make a guitar part for it, for the background. Ysa said she wanted to start a band, I donno. If she wants me to be in it, well, fine. But I have to tell you one thing: I suck at composing. ^_^ If I DID compose something nice, the vocals would probably be kindasorta low for Ysa (I was an Alto for last year's choir in marymount.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna be in seriously deep shit: I lost my thumbdrive.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody say, "YAY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all, losers.&lt;br /&gt;Osumi nasai~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-750683268981857251?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/750683268981857251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=750683268981857251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/750683268981857251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/750683268981857251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-3-my-guitar.html' title='I &lt;3 my guitar'/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-905093473213940634</id><published>2008-06-15T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T18:15:25.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've done 9 stupid things out of 36: I'm not stupid. :D</title><content type='html'>The more [X]’s the dumber your are. 18 or lower means you’re not stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gum has fallen out of your mouth when you were talking.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gum has fallen out of your mouth when you were NOT talking.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have ran into a glass/screen door.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have jumped out/off of a moving vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have thought of something funny and laughed, then people gave you weird looks.&lt;br /&gt;So far: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have ran into a tree/bush.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know that it IS possible to lick your elbow.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have tried to lick your elbow&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You never knew that the Alphabet and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star have the same rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You just tried to sing them.&lt;br /&gt;So far: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have tripped on your shoelace and fallen.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have choked on your own spit.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have seen the Matrix and still don’t get it.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’ve never seen the Matrix.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You type only with two fingers.&lt;br /&gt;So far: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have accidentally caught something on fire.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You tried to drink out of a straw, but it went into your nose/eyes.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have caught yourself drooling.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You’ve fallen asleep in class.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] If someone says “fart” you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;So far: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Sometimes you just stop thinking.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are telling a story and forget what you were talking about.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] People are often shaking their heads and walk away from you.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are often told to use your “inside voice”.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You use your fingers to do simple math.&lt;br /&gt;So far: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have eaten a bug&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are taking this test when you should be doing something more important.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have put your clothes on backwards or inside out, and didn’t realize it.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You’ve looked all over for something and realized it was in your hand&lt;br /&gt;So far: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You repost bulletins because you are scared that what they say will happen to you if you don’t.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You break a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;So far: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your friends know not to use big words around you.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You tilt your head when you’re confused&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have fallen out of your chair before.&lt;br /&gt;So far: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] When you’re laying in bed, you try to find pictures in the texture of the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The word “umm” is used many times a day.&lt;br /&gt;So far: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now count them up and put “I’ve done__stupid things out of 36″&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-905093473213940634?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-4064264856691220699</id><published>2008-06-15T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T17:09:07.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>goooood morning~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recovered from my emo state yesterday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO it's the last week of the june holidays! And I havent even started on my holiday homework(they are on my table, undone as we speak)! TT_____________________TT woe is me...&lt;br /&gt;blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be an usher for my school's official opening (1st August). I have to wear my GG uniform. I doubt I'll even be enrolled by that time. I keep failing my enrollment test. And... What in freaking hell does an usher do in the first place(no not the singer)? Yeah, I'm stupid. woohoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-4064264856691220699?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/4064264856691220699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=4064264856691220699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/4064264856691220699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/4064264856691220699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/06/goooood-morning-recovered-from-my-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142506031050440949.post-5962238171759344697</id><published>2008-06-15T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T00:38:28.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new blog again. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my friends are gonna be pissed off when they see my blog has been moved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought Bleach volumes 15, 16 and 19 yesterday. I can't find 17 and 18. Darnit. Went to church just now. I almost fell asleep (my mother woke me up too early) during mass, especially during that SUPER boring homily the guy gave. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to do the script for the doujin that Yi Qing, Tilly and I are working on. Don't worry, our doujin is completely free of shounen-ai, shoujo-ai and character shipping/pairing. Those are absolutely creepy and they all SUCK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to my mother sing some random old song while I type this. -sigh- I know you like singing, but this isn't some lame musical in which everyone breaks into lame songs, understand!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142506031050440949-5962238171759344697?l=tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/5962238171759344697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142506031050440949&amp;postID=5962238171759344697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/5962238171759344697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142506031050440949/posts/default/5962238171759344697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragic-x-smile.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-blog-again.html' title=''/><author><name>bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14165336166853738743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
