<?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-31878132</id><updated>2011-06-08T13:04:05.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonjour Tristesse</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the 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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-31878132.post-7435301378552639377</id><published>2008-11-29T15:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T15:51:58.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from Korea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a little weird now because 24 hours ago the weather was freezing cold while now it is freaking HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Clare (if you see this, which I don't think you will), I bought DBSK stuff for you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall go to sleep now (6 hour plane ride!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878132-7435301378552639377?l=beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>ONE MORE PAPER LEFT, AND I'M FREEEEEE. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say thanks to everyone for the cards and presents today!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, and also for the birthday song(s) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878132-8208112227839954320?l=beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/feeds/8208112227839954320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878132&amp;postID=8208112227839954320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/8208112227839954320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/8208112227839954320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-more-paper-left-and-im-freeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>the gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16711458598776544755</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-31878132.post-2458167401346193115</id><published>2008-09-29T19:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T19:08:55.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lit today was HORRIBLE. Gosh, I'm praying that I can at least pass the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio tomorrow. 3 essay questions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I studied bio for 5 hours straight in the afternoon, until my poor brain cells were protesting (and my stomach too) so I came online to &lt;s&gt;slack&lt;/s&gt; destress :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878132-2458167401346193115?l=beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/feeds/2458167401346193115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878132&amp;postID=2458167401346193115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/2458167401346193115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/2458167401346193115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/2008/09/lit-today-was-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>the gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16711458598776544755</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-31878132.post-5808772815360440561</id><published>2008-08-29T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T21:14:18.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are moments in our lives when we find ourselves at a crossroad. The choices we make in those moments can define the rest of our days. Of course, when faced with the unknown, most of us prefer to turn around and go back. - Lucas Scott, One Tree Hill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878132-5808772815360440561?l=beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/feeds/5808772815360440561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878132&amp;postID=5808772815360440561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/5808772815360440561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/5808772815360440561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/2008/08/there-are-moments-in-our-lives-when-we.html' title=''/><author><name>the gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16711458598776544755</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-31878132.post-6320354975676248846</id><published>2008-08-27T18:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:08:24.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Received the EOY Exam Schedule today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that since we would be having the exams earlier this year, my birthday would be "spared" from the exam period. However, when I saw the schedule, there is an A Maths paper on my birthday as well as CL Paper (II). What is it with Maths papers and my birthday? I still remember that the 2005 PSLE Mathematics paper was on my birthday too, and I happen to loathe maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back PPR tomorrow, not looking forward to it as my grades have dropped alot.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I have to work extra hard for the EOY exams then (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a state of anguish this few days as the right side of my mouth is paralysed due to the presence of this huge ass ulcer. If you think that I have been dao-ing you or anything this few days, it's not because I'm pissed at you or anything but because I cannot smile or laugh properly. The best smile I can manage is a grimace, so yeah. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878132-6320354975676248846?l=beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/feeds/6320354975676248846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878132&amp;postID=6320354975676248846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/6320354975676248846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/6320354975676248846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/2008/08/received-eoy-exam-schedule-today.html' title=''/><author><name>the gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16711458598776544755</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-31878132.post-9112224491566435833</id><published>2008-08-24T10:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T10:29:42.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have finally known the meaning of 饮水思源.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After guiding our female table tennis &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;athletes&lt;/span&gt; to winning our first medal at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Olympics&lt;/span&gt; since Singapore's independence, after 48 years of not winning anything at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Olympics&lt;/span&gt;, this is how you repay them. By telling them they're "not needed" anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so Gao Ning didn't have a coach beside him when he was playing. Big deal, Zhang Yining and Wang Nan also didn't have coaches beside them while they were playing. The coaches did not "neglect their duties", the one who was supposed to be by Gao Ning's side while he played had to look after Yang Zi whose coach was ill, and it wasn't the coach's fault that the Yang Zi's match took so long to finish right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much Lee Bee Wah, you have taught me the TRUE meaning of  饮水思源.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878132-9112224491566435833?l=beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/feeds/9112224491566435833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878132&amp;postID=9112224491566435833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/9112224491566435833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/9112224491566435833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-have-finally-known-meaning-of.html' title=''/><author><name>the gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16711458598776544755</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-31878132.post-7155804154236703663</id><published>2008-08-22T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T19:29:13.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry if I was being a real bitch today.&lt;br /&gt;Some stuff happened, and I was in a really foul mood.&lt;br /&gt;My apology's if I had offended you unintentionally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Disagreements see eye to eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878132-7155804154236703663?l=beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/feeds/7155804154236703663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878132&amp;postID=7155804154236703663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/7155804154236703663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/7155804154236703663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/2008/08/sorry-if-i-was-being-real-bitch-today.html' title=''/><author><name>the gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16711458598776544755</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-31878132.post-5255578173754078776</id><published>2008-08-20T21:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T22:14:49.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank goodness Ling Hui brought Chocobaby to school today.&lt;br /&gt;The teachers have apparently made a pact to bombard us with (almost) all our PPR results in one day. And we got back our E Maths and Bio papers one after the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all feeling so depressed BUT happy at the same time. Weird, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;So we started gorging on Chocobaby! P.I.G.s &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer have any brain space (or brain cells) left to memorise the propaganda they disguise as a subject. &lt;span style="font-size:58%;"&gt;(Hint : ss)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878132-5255578173754078776?l=beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/feeds/5255578173754078776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878132&amp;postID=5255578173754078776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/5255578173754078776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/5255578173754078776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/2008/08/thank-goodness-ling-hui-brought.html' title=''/><author><name>the gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16711458598776544755</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-31878132.post-7091522679372779043</id><published>2008-08-11T20:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:45:35.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You ever look at a picture of yourself and see a stranger in the background? It makes you wonder how many strangers have pictures of you. And how many moments of other people's lives we have been in. Were we a part of someone's life when their dreams came true, or were we there when their dreams died? Did we keep trying to get in, as if we were somehow destined to be there, or did the shot take us by surprise? Just think, you could be a big part of someone else's life, and not even know it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878132-7091522679372779043?l=beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/feeds/7091522679372779043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878132&amp;postID=7091522679372779043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/7091522679372779043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/7091522679372779043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-ever-look-at-picture-of-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>the gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16711458598776544755</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-31878132.post-4167048309601455454</id><published>2008-08-08T23:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:55:12.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>8/8/08 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had the Heartware Connect Singapore thingo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, we waited for around 1 and a half hours just to say the pledge for around 1 minute? But it was still fun, with all the singing and cam whoring :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went to AMK Hub with Shijie, Mingqi and Clare to eat lunch and buy bubble tea. The bibimbap I bought was so spicy I almost teared when I ate it! But it was GOOD. And it is healthy. I think 50% of the whole meal is made up of vegetables?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the Beijing Olympics Opening Ceremony just now. It was truly spectacular! This is probably the first time in my entire fourteen years of existence that I can say I am proud to be a Chinese (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878132-4167048309601455454?l=beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/feeds/4167048309601455454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878132&amp;postID=4167048309601455454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/4167048309601455454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/4167048309601455454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/2008/08/8808-d-today-we-had-heartware-connect.html' title=''/><author><name>the gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16711458598776544755</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-31878132.post-7323007204740223740</id><published>2008-08-01T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T20:56:14.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I took 853 home today from AMK Hub and there was this Korean family on the bus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy was SOOO CUTE. I swear he looked like a small boy version of won bin :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what they were talking about because they were talking so fast that I couldn't really catch anything they were saying (Yes, I eavesdropped :x)  but it was so cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878132-7323007204740223740?l=beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/feeds/7323007204740223740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878132&amp;postID=7323007204740223740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/7323007204740223740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/7323007204740223740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-took-853-home-today-from-amk-hub-and.html' title=''/><author><name>the gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16711458598776544755</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-31878132.post-5757795711843272760</id><published>2008-07-16T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:41:25.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm scared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878132-5757795711843272760?l=beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/feeds/5757795711843272760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878132&amp;postID=5757795711843272760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/5757795711843272760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/5757795711843272760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-scared.html' title=''/><author><name>the gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16711458598776544755</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-31878132.post-6887875546417294711</id><published>2008-07-02T17:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:50:47.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to be studying for the upcoming bio test on friday but somehow, I subconsciously switched on the computer and here I am now, typing this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first time that I actually paid attention during maths. I know this probably makes me sound like a nerd, but there is actually a sense of satisfaction (or sense of smart-ness) when you listen in class and know how to do all the questions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Handover is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Times flies when you're having fun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878132-6887875546417294711?l=beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/feeds/6887875546417294711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878132&amp;postID=6887875546417294711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/6887875546417294711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/6887875546417294711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-supposed-to-be-studying-for-upcoming.html' title=''/><author><name>the gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16711458598776544755</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-31878132.post-1594929263837222026</id><published>2008-06-30T17:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T19:11:23.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a pathetic attempt to revive my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We changed our seats today.&lt;br /&gt;AND GUESS WHAT. I'm next to the window!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmytian. I already have a short attention span and wang lao shi puts me next to the window! Everytime somebody walks past our class, my head will automatically turn towards the window. ARGH. I miss my nice spot right at the back with Min Yee ): Even though sitting at the back will make you feel sleepy and distracted (at times), but it's really quite a good spot. Better than sitting at the side, where you cannot see the left side of the board because of the reflection! I really don't think the green board is working. I mean, the purpose of the green board is to &lt;em&gt;prevent reflection&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handover is on thursday ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I cannot imagine cca without the sec 4s.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess, I have to get out of my comfort zone and be independent.&lt;br /&gt;SYF is just next year. I have to pull up my socks and practise!&lt;br /&gt;And I have to learn to love huo ba jie! &lt;br /&gt;(Even though it sounds like some tribal dance song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pick a star on the dark horizon&lt;br /&gt;And follow the light&lt;br /&gt;You'll come back when it's over&lt;br /&gt;No need to say goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878132-1594929263837222026?l=beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/feeds/1594929263837222026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878132&amp;postID=1594929263837222026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/1594929263837222026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/1594929263837222026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-pathetic-attempt-to-revive-my.html' title=''/><author><name>the gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16711458598776544755</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-31878132.post-8288289189652798987</id><published>2008-06-09T20:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T18:29:19.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holiday Homework:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Math Paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;E Math Paper 1&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;E Math Paper 2&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;E Geog Assignment&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Chinese Paper 1&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Chinese Paper 2&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Lit Unseen Prose&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;English Discovery Mag Quiz&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Bio Paper&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Social Studies Graded Assignment&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrapbook for Job Attachment&lt;br /&gt;Lit Project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878132-8288289189652798987?l=beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/feeds/8288289189652798987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878132&amp;postID=8288289189652798987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/8288289189652798987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/8288289189652798987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/2008/06/holiday-homework-math-paper-e-math.html' title=''/><author><name>the gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16711458598776544755</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-31878132.post-517647497400460429</id><published>2008-06-01T10:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T10:52:03.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Never ever experiment with makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let YueJiao put eyeliner and mascara on me just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I turned out looking like an extra from Ju-on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878132-517647497400460429?l=beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/feeds/517647497400460429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878132&amp;postID=517647497400460429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/517647497400460429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/517647497400460429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/2008/06/never-ever-experiment-with-makeup.html' title=''/><author><name>the gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16711458598776544755</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-31878132.post-980066043943566998</id><published>2008-05-29T19:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T16:05:49.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is everyone leaving now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people always leave around Jubilate? It is as if Jubilate is some sort of curse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year it was Miss Goh, this year it is Mr Choo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out from Clare that Mr Choo was leaving only yesterday. However, it didn't sink in until after chem lesson, when he gave a farewell speech. Ah moo started to cry really badly, and as she was directly opposite me, I started to tear when I saw her crying. I cannot see people cry, or not I'll start to cry too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Pee will miss you Mr Choo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem lessons will never be the same anymore without you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878132-980066043943566998?l=beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/feeds/980066043943566998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878132&amp;postID=980066043943566998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/980066043943566998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/980066043943566998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-is-everyone-leaving-now-why-do.html' title=''/><author><name>the gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16711458598776544755</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-31878132.post-6408331015096552229</id><published>2008-05-28T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T18:06:48.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the last CO prac with the sec 4s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there is only Jubilate left with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days to Jubilate V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878132-6408331015096552229?l=beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/feeds/6408331015096552229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878132&amp;postID=6408331015096552229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/6408331015096552229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/6408331015096552229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/2008/05/yesterday-was-last-co-prac-for-sec-4s.html' title=''/><author><name>the gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16711458598776544755</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-31878132.post-7623246537025722583</id><published>2008-05-23T16:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T16:27:23.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the sec 4s last dazu practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is crazy. How can time pass so fast? It seems just like yesterday when I was sec 1 and was terrified of huo lao shi (not that I'm not scared of her now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they told us that it was the seniors' last dazu practice, I was in shock. All along I have been telling myself that the seniors will forever be around to protect me from huo lao shi, that they will never step down. After cca I just started crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's only jubilate rehearsal and jubilate left with the sec 4s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPR was horrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I felt happy about was that my maths improved from E8 to A1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to start studying hard and stop slacking around/stop studying at the last minute/stop sleeping in class (it's very hard not to sleep in class when you're sitting right at the back).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, this term my results range from A1 to C5. Haha (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878132-7623246537025722583?l=beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/feeds/7623246537025722583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878132&amp;postID=7623246537025722583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/7623246537025722583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/7623246537025722583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/2008/05/yesterday-was-sec-4s-last-dazu-practice.html' title=''/><author><name>the gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16711458598776544755</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-31878132.post-4999112280046336569</id><published>2008-05-21T16:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T16:07:11.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realised that I cannot scold people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What will you do if people don't want to listen to you?" -Comm interview question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I cry lor. Then they will listen already." -Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878132-4999112280046336569?l=beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/feeds/4999112280046336569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878132&amp;postID=4999112280046336569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/4999112280046336569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/4999112280046336569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-just-realised-that-i-cannot-scold.html' title=''/><author><name>the gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16711458598776544755</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-31878132.post-5019559868012910425</id><published>2008-05-20T20:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T20:32:47.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before today, I have never known that the drink stall uncle sold Panadol. Oh gosh, and I have been in St Nicks for like, close to 9 and a half years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I promise you, I'm always there.&lt;br /&gt;When your heart is filled with sorrow and despair.&lt;br /&gt;I'll carry you, when you need a friend,&lt;br /&gt;You'll find my footprints in the sand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878132-5019559868012910425?l=beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/feeds/5019559868012910425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878132&amp;postID=5019559868012910425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/5019559868012910425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/5019559868012910425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/2008/05/before-today-i-have-never-known-that.html' title=''/><author><name>the gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16711458598776544755</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-31878132.post-93282473155474670</id><published>2008-05-18T18:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T19:20:05.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have never been a social person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been the person who cannot hold a conversation, the person who does not have a lot of friends, the person who is not popular, the person who cannot make friends, the quiet boring freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm saying this now as I just realised that people think that I am aloof or what not, but I am not aloof or arrogant or any of that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once when I told Karina that I used to not wave or say hi to her in school because I thought she did not like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot exactly remember what she said,&lt;br /&gt;but I remember that she was shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was like, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm nice one lor, why were you scared of me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also not sure. Maybe I'm just too shy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878132-93282473155474670?l=beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/feeds/93282473155474670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878132&amp;postID=93282473155474670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/93282473155474670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/93282473155474670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-never-been-social-person.html' title=''/><author><name>the gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16711458598776544755</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-31878132.post-4533927154616194710</id><published>2008-05-17T21:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T09:43:54.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was really affected by something just now.&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me about how life can be so fragile.&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me about treasuring your loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;Because you cannot predict what will happen.&lt;br /&gt;I was reminded of my ah ma, &lt;br /&gt;how she passed away suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even get to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;But, I know that she is in heaven now, watching over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pluck another melody of tunes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bow the violin of broken hearts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so to fill up our lonely rooms,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;once occupied by love, entrapped;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you cannot fake a stereotype smile,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;only a frown, a tune&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;broken hearts symphony&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878132-4533927154616194710?l=beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/feeds/4533927154616194710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Still waters run deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first sign of insanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878132-1499515051266980678?l=beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/feeds/1499515051266980678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878132&amp;postID=1499515051266980678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/1499515051266980678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/1499515051266980678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-first-sign-of-insanity.html' title=''/><author><name>the gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16711458598776544755</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-31878132.post-5636086993711472885</id><published>2008-05-13T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T20:27:05.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Impromptu speech today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was freaking out right before my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My topic was, (don't laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The pen is mightier than the sword."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means that it is better to be diplomatic and talk things out rather than use violence to get what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just started sprouting all my SS notes on the Tamil Tigers and how they tried to talk with the Sri Lankan government but the Sri Lankan government rejected their request for a separate state and all that rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so embarrassing ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878132-5636086993711472885?l=beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/feeds/5636086993711472885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878132&amp;postID=5636086993711472885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/5636086993711472885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Hee (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now back to studying social studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Edit 8.30pm}&lt;br /&gt;Conversation with Shijie! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shijie says:&lt;br /&gt;u were listening to the same song as ______&lt;br /&gt;Clarisse ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Clarisse ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;hewhomustnotbenamed?&lt;br /&gt;Shijie says:&lt;br /&gt;VOLDEMORT&lt;br /&gt;Clarisse ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG.&lt;br /&gt;Clarisse ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU-SAID-HIS-NAME.&lt;br /&gt;Shijie says:&lt;br /&gt;VOLDYMORTY&lt;br /&gt;Shijie says:&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Clarisse ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;*waits for deatheaters to avada us*&lt;br /&gt;Shijie says:&lt;br /&gt;(thunder)&lt;br /&gt;Shijie says:&lt;br /&gt;*AVADA KEDAVRA*&lt;br /&gt;Clarisse ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;*die*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shijie says:&lt;br /&gt;omg shuxiang translated my german post&lt;br /&gt;Shijie says:&lt;br /&gt;this is what she found out&lt;br /&gt;Shijie says:&lt;br /&gt;REMOTE CONTROL, IT ARE an ASSHOLE, BUT I LIKE IT. AGAIN OWJ, IT ARE a HYBRID, BUT I LOVE THEM. IK, IT ARE STRAIGHT LINE a GROßER ERROR. &lt;br /&gt;Clarisse ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;remote control are an asshole but you like it&lt;br /&gt;Clarisse ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;aww&lt;br /&gt;Clarisse ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;very sweet &lt;br /&gt;Shijie says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Clarisse ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;i know how you feel&lt;br /&gt;Clarisse ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;hard to come out&lt;br /&gt;Clarisse ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;that you like a non living thing&lt;br /&gt;Shijie says:&lt;br /&gt;remote control&lt;br /&gt;Shijie says:&lt;br /&gt;:x&lt;br /&gt;Clarisse ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;Shijie says:&lt;br /&gt;yeap&lt;br /&gt;Shijie says:&lt;br /&gt;sad lah hor :/&lt;br /&gt;Clarisse ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;that's harder than a gay ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what was the translation for my french post on my previous blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shijie says:&lt;br /&gt;During the cavity, behind the screen of the wire. It was still correct, jusqu' so that we reached the basin. C' was cavity of wire there will be a long line. they made the tail ascending for the basin. Then, they decided not to align more. it m' typed while passage of walk. and n' import what time, j' continued to say to me to maintain my eyes concentrated! .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarisse ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;During the cavity, behind the screen of the wire. &lt;br /&gt;It was still correct, until we reached the basin. &lt;br /&gt;It was cavity of wire there will be a long line. &lt;br /&gt;they made the tail ascending for the basin. &lt;br /&gt;Then, they decided not to align more.&lt;br /&gt;it typed me while passage of walk. &lt;br /&gt;and any hour, I continued to say to me to maintain my eyes concentrated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878132-1668899447952620174?l=beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/feeds/1668899447952620174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878132&amp;postID=1668899447952620174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/1668899447952620174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878132/posts/default/1668899447952620174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-disarray.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-revived.html' title=''/><author><name>the gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16711458598776544755</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>
