<?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-27581554</id><updated>2011-04-22T13:13:56.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down and out</title><subtitle type='html'>Out of the house, she grabs the keys, runs for the hills and doesn't leave a letter.
That way the impact will be much better.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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>310</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27581554.post-8297210862331241513</id><published>2008-11-03T13:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T13:47:20.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crashed</title><content type='html'>-Hello my internets' gone(For the moment)&lt;br /&gt;-My laptops' gone(for the moment)&lt;br /&gt;-So I'll be gone too(for the moment).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-8297210862331241513?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/8297210862331241513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=8297210862331241513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/8297210862331241513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/8297210862331241513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/11/crashed.html' title='Crashed'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-980261411296814020</id><published>2008-10-16T18:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T18:58:16.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone wake me up</title><content type='html'>(almost) holidays are boring nuf'. Holidays? Shit. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-980261411296814020?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/980261411296814020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=980261411296814020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/980261411296814020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/980261411296814020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/10/someone-wake-me-up.html' title='Someone wake me up'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-7395882402388090257</id><published>2008-10-12T12:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T12:55:49.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 4</title><content type='html'>So exams are over. Not too confident about it. Actually I'm never confident, fuck? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking alot lately. Have to thank yan ling for trying to advise and change my way of thinking. I can't guarantee I'll do it, I still have some doubts that are pulling me back. thanks though, love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore's so fucking small and the entertainment level is like shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-7395882402388090257?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/7395882402388090257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=7395882402388090257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/7395882402388090257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/7395882402388090257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/10/chapter-4.html' title='chapter 4'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-4803264610622401714</id><published>2008-10-08T18:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T18:58:41.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>atoms and molecules</title><content type='html'>Ugh tomorrow's the worst paper of 'em all. And to believe I like Madam Riza most. Not saying it's a bad thing but it's true! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science, 10 chapters-the most among all. I think Ngee Ann Secondary purposely one lor. Yea sure, everything has to go to science. Bet they were laughing when they saw my previous paper, "Haha! She's so gonna die for this eoy's paper!".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-4803264610622401714?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/4803264610622401714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=4803264610622401714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/4803264610622401714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/4803264610622401714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/10/atoms-and-molecules.html' title='atoms and molecules'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-7728439679992011246</id><published>2008-10-07T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:11:34.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're crashing, but you're no wave</title><content type='html'>I hate my mom. Seriously? It's my own body, why care. I already told you I din' like you, why bother? Seriously. Stop venting your anger on me every single fucking day you ass. Stop claiming that I self pity myself when you're the one crying your butt out, "Oh &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/B&gt; work so hard, &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; cannot stand this anymore, what did &lt;B&gt;I&lt;/B&gt; deserve to have a daughter like you, you're so stupid." I don't give a fuck about any of that. I know it's really a damn bitchass thing to say, but it's just how I feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already pissed off as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History tomorrow, and lavania's notes are like ????. Have to work hard for science! Math was quite okay. Ugh, science.. oh and math paper 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-7728439679992011246?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/7728439679992011246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=7728439679992011246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/7728439679992011246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/7728439679992011246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/10/youre-crashing-but-youre-no-wave.html' title='You&apos;re crashing, but you&apos;re no wave'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-1952815195555146767</id><published>2008-10-05T11:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T11:42:50.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omg I love project runway(this sucks)</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I'm damn addicted to project runway now then whenever I study I'd be like "I want Christian/Chris to win cos' they're so damn cute" Omg shit? And tomorrow's already my geog paper!!! no no no nonononononono. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so maybe I'll watch one or two episodes, or I can study and watch at the same time! yeah. :) Geog, Science today. Tomorrow will be hardcore math and science. Yea k, and if I have the time I'll squeeze in some history. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project runway!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-1952815195555146767?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/1952815195555146767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=1952815195555146767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/1952815195555146767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/1952815195555146767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/10/omg-i-love-project-runwaythis-sucks.html' title='Omg I love project runway(this sucks)'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-864948374268308099</id><published>2008-10-03T23:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T00:41:53.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream of demons while you sleep that make you stutter when you speak</title><content type='html'>/edit&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I decided to keep it plain and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet again I'm bored of this damn layout (omg it hasn't even been a month lor). But I think this time I'll put in extra extra effort for a layout-I hope. I'm so damn fickle minded please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams, monday. Geog, common sense (mostly). I still ain't confident for science damnnnnnnnnnnnnn. I'm freaking out like shit now. And math!!! I notice when in class I'm able to understand perfectly and do the sums right, but when it comes to the tests and exams I just loose my confidence right there. ajskdksljfdlskfjsdkl. I'm an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sugar from survivor was smarter then I thought, though the things she say are sometimes quite, bimboistic(?). Sorry I went out of topic, watching it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I really need a haircut, cos' my fringe is fucked up now. Waiting for ally and liyi! Cos' they said they'd accompany/cut with me. :) Omg did I sound that weird right there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that-not being egoistic-many people come up to me and ask "Why never update your blog?" And I'm like thinking, "You actually read it?" Reason why I think this blog doesn't have that much readers is because they don't tag. Like if they do my tagboard will eat them up or something. HAH. But nah, I'm not telling you to tag. That'll only make me desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already thinking of what I'm doing after exams, mahjong at Bryan's(!), Sentosa(!!), Kbox(!!! ge tai worhz), Movie marathon at my house(!!!!). I tell you my house better then any chalet you can afford lor. (hahahaha right). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm thinking of having a room makeover (seriously). I want my room to feel more to the, warm side I guess? My mid toned blue walls and wooden like square modernish furniture just makes it looks so, not homely. I need a new wadrobe, more storage space, a new study desk. Aiya changing everything can already lah! I want my layout to be changed as well. Prolly like, bed at the window side would be better. My dad told me he was gonna to wall mount my tv since foreverzxszxzxsxzxs. I think if he did that it'd save me a truckload of space :). K I'll ask him tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major mugfest for the next week, I'll prolly blog once or twice only. Then again, I hardly update my blog now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-864948374268308099?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/864948374268308099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=864948374268308099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/864948374268308099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/864948374268308099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/10/dream-of-demons-while-you-sleep-that.html' title='Dream of demons while you sleep that make you stutter when you speak'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-8226521791239642883</id><published>2008-10-01T14:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T14:44:00.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, i'm an idiot</title><content type='html'>I feel so damn stupid right now. I actually forgotten my msn's pw. And now I have to make a new one. damn it. Ugh. And I thought i'd stupid changing all these stupid emails dammit. So fucking pissed right now, I swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-8226521791239642883?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/8226521791239642883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=8226521791239642883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/8226521791239642883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/8226521791239642883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/10/hi-im-idiot.html' title='Hi, i&apos;m an idiot'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-493785992503090462</id><published>2008-09-27T12:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T12:27:23.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mugfest</title><content type='html'>Okay so, chinese and english papers are overrrrrrrrr. Now have to concentrate on math, science. Mug study mug study mug study. I'M GONNA DIE FOR SCIENCE I THINK. Omg I needa aim for double science or else... ah I hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously now on study mode(HAHA?). I want to everyday spam study groups with friends and study like there's no tomorrow and be the nerd of 2008. I still can't get over the fact that's it's already september, it still feels so march-ish to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to work during the holis, maybe to kill time or just so I get moooolaaaah. Nah I guess it's both. But even so, I guess I'm gonna start saving now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more weeks till exams, work hard manz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-493785992503090462?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/493785992503090462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=493785992503090462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/493785992503090462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/493785992503090462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/09/mugfest.html' title='mugfest'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-8538012724059781166</id><published>2008-09-25T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:14:30.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends</title><content type='html'>Today. Exam.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow. Exam.&lt;br /&gt;DIE.&lt;br /&gt;(not really)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-8538012724059781166?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/8538012724059781166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=8538012724059781166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/8538012724059781166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/8538012724059781166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/09/champagne-for-my-real-friends-real-pain.html' title='Champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-6170904459091090521</id><published>2008-09-19T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T20:47:05.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>Ugh, can't believe I keep getting so bloody tired nowadays. Damn damn damn damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are really near (omg is this the second time I mentioned this?) Ugh, anyway I really have to work hard but I keep thinking that lessons are getting more and more slackzzzz nowadays. Annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alison, Melanie and Francoise today. Had to climb over the fence thing from Ally's condo just because we were too lazy to walk one whole big round. Yea, thanks francoise for the... idea. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to save money now, for no reason I guess. And I think I'm gonna pierce again since I really feel uncomfortable w/o it. Yea, everyone was like "Oh then when you take out you get money again!!" Simple minded friends of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea k super tired now. bye.&lt;br /&gt;(I notice everyone's so damn horny lately?!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-6170904459091090521?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/6170904459091090521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=6170904459091090521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/6170904459091090521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/6170904459091090521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/09/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-6446445708992606515</id><published>2008-09-18T20:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T20:53:03.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absent</title><content type='html'>I was absent for 2 days and I missed a Literature and Chinese test. Which is pretty annoying really cos' now I feel super stressed somehow. Liyeng's birthday yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY YOU ALWAYS-SO-SOTONG PINK GIRL, LOVE YOU!!!!!! &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K so, I notice weird yet miraculous things will happen when I'm absent. Always suay suay when I'm not around then no nice show to see. Heard KS punched YH. Can't believe KS actually dared to hit someone, and above that I can't believe KS could actually reach YH's face. Midget to giant, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are really round the corner!!!!! And I have to find ways to improve my English cos' it really sucks now. Gah, I have to do my dnt and literature homework. And I just got back and m' super tired. Dammit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-6446445708992606515?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/6446445708992606515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=6446445708992606515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/6446445708992606515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/6446445708992606515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/09/absent.html' title='Absent'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-7787244320563090408</id><published>2008-09-16T13:11:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T14:54:44.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's dancin' fancy pirouettes</title><content type='html'>Still addicted to P!atd's music, seriously they're super-duper-ultimately-pwnage-awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY BELLE ANNE, LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, was her birthday yesterday. Threw her a suprise party. Fesa and his metal ruler to stall for time. Hiah-hiah-hiah. Whipped cream was a mess, s'ry we made such a mess ah ma! Cake, ughhhhh. Never mind whipped cream was worst. Though Belle lent me a shirt, I still stank like vomit-ew. And I had to take bus home lor!!!!! Yikes. But overall it was fun, wuwu. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s288.photobucket.com/albums/ll189/Charleney-o/?action=view&amp;current=omgally-1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll189/Charleney-o/omgally-1.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Alison has a cute face, that's why I like to take pictures with her cos' can make me cuter (HAHAHAHA) joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s288.photobucket.com/albums/ll189/Charleney-o/?action=view&amp;current=alllyyyyy-1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll189/Charleney-o/alllyyyyy-1.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg see! (Yea this is the photo meant to make Melanie jealous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K so anyway, 'been sick lately. So I din' go to school today, neither am I going to school tomorrow. I wouldn't want to spread this damn virus to everyone in class. But I guess I'll be mugging all the way tomorrow, (maybe). Cos' I really needa buck up for my eoys. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone can't sms, I have no idea why but that's just the way it is. It keeps getting stuck at the damn outbox. Which is super annoying. Did I mention this in the previous post? Ugh, my memory. But nevermind, two's better than one I think. Is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, me and my mum got into a serious arguement(k not really). She was like "Take our your tongue stud I give you 90" "Omg serious?" "Yea" "Okay lor". So ya. I took out my tongue stud. But I think if I want it back I'll just repierce the damn thing already. Aye, be pure lah be pure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya I caught my mum using my laptop when I was at school! K maybe not caught but like, knew about it. Damn ridiculous just because her own's not working. Damn fed up. So to all those thinking of using my laptop w/o permission ah must be careful lor, cb I have spies all around can kill you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like blogging about.... k forget it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;(Oh I think this layout doesn't suit me that much but I know it suits Liyeng alot cos' of all the pink) But who cares, I thought my previous layout was pretty dull. So yah. Bye guys I think i'm gonna do math or something.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whooo changed it!!! Hahahaha! k bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is wrong with Internet Explorer, can't it just cooperate with my damn layout settings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s288.photobucket.com/albums/ll189/Charleney-o/?action=view&amp;current=cb-1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll189/Charleney-o/cb-1.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firefox:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s288.photobucket.com/albums/ll189/Charleney-o/?action=view&amp;current=clap.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll189/Charleney-o/clap.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difference may not be that big to some, but it is to me!!!!! Dammit. Firefox makes it look much better, those using IE viewing this, go download firefox lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-7787244320563090408?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/7787244320563090408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=7787244320563090408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/7787244320563090408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/7787244320563090408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/09/shes-dancin-fancy-pirouettes.html' title='She&apos;s dancin&apos; fancy pirouettes'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-1922458701228368796</id><published>2008-09-12T17:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T18:42:11.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting the hang of things</title><content type='html'>I lost 2kg and grew a cm :) Quite a achievement I guess (though I din' do anything/much/anything much). Better still, badminton today was awesome possum. Eugene doesn't deserve to play with us-I know it's the other way round but I'm just saying that to make myself feel better. Oh, Alison and Melanie ain't that bad lor! And the 10 rounds you made Melanie run, tsk. And thanks Kevin for coming and play with asswipes(us) though you're injured (knee), I forgotten to ask what happened, but get well soon!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I din' sleep the night before, and I was superrrrrrrr tired I swear. And I'm prolly sick now as well (DAMMIT). Slept in english-yea still as slack as ever. Science woke me up alittle, but I was still struggling to stay awake. I don't know why but I'm kind of happy that I paid attention during most lessons today. And I have this feeling that my brain's finally collecting some knowledge after 384902482390482 years. (Another achievement).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My damn phone can't sms now, keeps staying in the outbox, never at the sent messages (YEA WTF I JUST GOT IT FIXED). So, I'm really sorry to whoever sent me a sms. I really want to reply i swear, just that I can't for fuck. Oh, my itouch's still not fully recovered, yea more what the fuck bad news. The battery seems to die down SUPER fast. Full bar = one day only. Ridiculous. Not like I listen to it 24/7 dammit! Have to send both my gadgets to apple/singtel. AND my psp's with my aunt. Feels like some survival test. Aye but I guess that for my phone, I just have to terminate my sim card and get a new one. Or maybe I'll consider high card. But it's troublesome to top up everytime, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I got my exam timetable.&lt;br /&gt;Week 3 - Language papers 1 and 2 (Coming real soon!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Week 5 - Math, Science and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll concentrate mostly on Math and Science I guess, I have no idea how to study for languages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-1922458701228368796?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/1922458701228368796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=1922458701228368796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/1922458701228368796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/1922458701228368796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/09/getting-hang-of-things.html' title='Getting the hang of things'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-994983116374330376</id><published>2008-09-10T18:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T18:53:47.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to self: Exams are coming, slacker.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I get these moody feelings, and I can't seem to bother about anything. Irritating, no? It's like some fucked up disease that only I have (i think), and in worse cases I even cry, because of nothing. Omg, i'm such a weird freak. o:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid thing about school to me now is that the teachers aren't strict enough. But I can't totally blame them of course, also my fault for sleeping and daydreaming all the time. Exams are coming in 2 weeks time and I'm still unwilling to mug my ass off. I think Mr Lim(our principal)'s tone of voice is super threatening. I find that all his talks all damn aggresive. Hah, but I guess that's a good thing cos' it wakes us up (well it does for me). For once, I got super scared when he mentioned about our eoys. I believe I'm one of the just right above 5%-10% people. Yeah, so I have to study like shit, now. But I still don't have the mood to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K fine, I'll start tomorrow! Starting with Math, and Science. But more of science tomorrow, cos' friday's the practical test. Yea, mdm riza had to push it forward. I have no idea how to work on language subjects actually, seriously. Ms Tan's not helping my english at all, and li lao shi's lessons are just too damn, boring for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the urge to just write a compo now. (Cos' i think the practices that ms tan gives are somewhat ridiculous sometimes). I think if I really could excel like crap(ha. ha. ha.) in creative writing I don't mind being a author/novelist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is damn boring leh. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-994983116374330376?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/994983116374330376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=994983116374330376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/994983116374330376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/994983116374330376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/09/note-to-self-exams-are-coming-slacker.html' title='Note to self: Exams are coming, slacker.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-698345960027038173</id><published>2008-09-09T18:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T18:33:01.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fickle minded bitch</title><content type='html'>I swear, though I finally got my itouch back it's still fucking spoilt? And to think apple is some damn high tech company filled with smart people (bullshit). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I noticed that fucking alot of !@#$%^&amp;*() people have my damn phone (W910i). It's getting really annoying, really!!! And furthermore most of them are categorized in those those, i don't know how to really put this but "act" people, I guess? Fucking dulan leh! ): I feel damn demoralized now, like i'm of 'em or something. JKSDJASLKJFKDSJFLKDSJLKJ. Damnnnnnnnn. I need a new phone, and I want my itouch to be reallly 100% fixed this time. Stupid world and it's gadgets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I have Science practical this coming fri. Am I ready? fucking not. gah this year's been a real blur. Time is really passing damn damn damn fastttttttttt. term 4 already, damn it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I think. I'm gonna fast with the malays (how do you spell it?). Yeah. Starting tomorrow. :) whoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-698345960027038173?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/698345960027038173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=698345960027038173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/698345960027038173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/698345960027038173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/09/fickle-minded-bitch.html' title='Fickle minded bitch'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-7193832045969507741</id><published>2008-09-07T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T23:30:58.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, right. School</title><content type='html'>K so school starts, tomorrow. Kind of looking forward to it, but yet not (????). Stupid eoys. You're killing me. Dammit. Oh, finally met up with Yan Ling and Crystal. love you guys. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-7193832045969507741?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/7193832045969507741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=7193832045969507741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/7193832045969507741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/7193832045969507741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-right-school.html' title='Oh, right. School'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-3487167690681280084</id><published>2008-09-03T20:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T20:45:37.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you just love making new friends?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s288.photobucket.com/albums/ll189/Charleney-o/?action=view&amp;amp;current=whoaaaaa.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll189/Charleney-o/whoaaaaa.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeaninezxsxz and Ericzxsxz! &lt;3 What's up yo. Bet one of you just woke up early and visited my blog and the other just got back from sengkang cc when you've read this post. Yesyes, I can see the future. Sorry but I'm lazy to post/edit the other piactuhrezxs but you can always ask me on Msn no? (And both of ya are like smsing me now I feel so stupid, k not really).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so, I hate it whenever I have to stay at home and mugmugmugmug, so I decided to have some fun for myself. (AUDITION OMG I'M SUCH A NO LIFE NERD). Yeah, so I only knew Jeanine and Eric for that hour and all of us wanted to hang out togetha. Pasir ris park was super hot, yea fuck the sun. Most of the time we were just walking I guess. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably be playing badminton again tomorrow, after choir. Interested? :) Oh no wait, if I'm not free on Thurs, Fri, Sat, Sun. How the fuck am I going to finish my damn homework? Oh what the fuckkkkkkkkkkkk, mr ong you really know how to make us worry don't you. Yes I only got math homework, how "suprising" is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I hate it whenever I'm sleeping-especially on weekends or holidays cos' I get to wake up any damn time I want oh yea-I get all these damn phone calls and smses. 10, someone woke me up from a sms. The stupid thing was that I sent him an sms last night to wake him up instead because of certain reasons, but nooooooo. It was the other way around. "You seem pissed that you can't piss me off", hell right you are D. Omg so I went back to sleep and an hour later W called me. I got pissed and din' pick it up and continued sleeping. But ended up calling him back anyway. Din' answer, so went back to sleep. W called back. "You got go Joo Chiat cc before?" What? Turns out his stupid survey job woke me up. "I'm going to hang up now". :) Ah ahfjkhdsjkfhdskjfhds. Ugh, but let bygones be bygones. Forgiven, and loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG CAN YOU SEE MY FRINGE NOW? FUGLY. kthxbi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-3487167690681280084?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/3487167690681280084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=3487167690681280084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/3487167690681280084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/3487167690681280084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/09/dont-you-just-love-making-new-friends.html' title='Don&apos;t you just love making new friends?'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-7647816823179383911</id><published>2008-09-02T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:31:40.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I'm still studying</title><content type='html'>Hey, I have no idea why I've started blogging again. And yes, I'm still studying. I rejected all invitations just to stay at home to do my studying crap(can't believe it). K I can't really say it's crap because "it's part of my future". Bullshit, gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just realised it's already September 08. 3 to 4 weeks left for Eoys. And finally the eoy holidays. Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My itouch's been spoilt for 382948290842904324 weeks already dammit. When I asked my dad where it was he was like, "Oh ya hor need to repair". And he took the bloody thing a week back. Ugh, I miss it. Alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-7647816823179383911?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/7647816823179383911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=7647816823179383911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/7647816823179383911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/7647816823179383911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/09/yes-im-still-studying.html' title='Yes, I&apos;m still studying'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-904090726554820004</id><published>2008-08-31T15:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T15:47:03.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Books, Notes... oh and my fringe</title><content type='html'>akdjkaljewijfrkdslfcm,zmcdfjoipwefrjlksadjkasl. Wow, quite a miracle I actually came back to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I hate my fringe&lt;br /&gt;-I need to study&lt;br /&gt;-Don't ask me about my results cos' i'd fucking kill yewwww&lt;br /&gt;-I want to cut my fringe!!!! cos' 1, it makes me look bald(don't ask), 2, it keeps having these holes, and 3, fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;-I have to buck up for eoys now, quick quickkkkkkkkk improve your science and get into pure science dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you must be thinking, "Wtf is this it's not even a proper post." Well it is to me okay so stop thinking and shut the fuck up.&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'm kidding. :) bye. Temasek paperrrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-904090726554820004?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/904090726554820004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=904090726554820004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/904090726554820004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/904090726554820004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/08/books-notes-oh-and-my-fringe.html' title='Books, Notes... oh and my fringe'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-5603518571702924868</id><published>2008-08-05T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:12:00.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Dawn</title><content type='html'>49803284230849230482390483209 days since I've blogged. :D Been busy, really. Now's also exams, gah. Anyway, goodo newso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I bought breaking dawn (more Edward Cullen and Jacob Black obsessed posts for me!)&lt;br /&gt;-I found my cameraaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;-I've retrieved back most of my songs&lt;br /&gt;-I LOVE EDWARD AND JACOB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, breaking dawn is really selling rapidly fast. Regret not preordering. But anyway, still got it right?!?!? At borders, pp. :) Argh, and I reserved one at Times, tm. Uh, anyone want a copy? I reserved it especially for you! (Yeah.... I'm so bullshit). But when I was at borders there were only about 9 to 10 copies left, (bestseller indeed). And most of them were not in the best of conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, the photos are taking forever to load. And I have to read breaking dawn lah!!!! kkkk bye stupid photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-5603518571702924868?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/5603518571702924868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=5603518571702924868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/5603518571702924868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/5603518571702924868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/08/breaking-dawn.html' title='Breaking Dawn'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-2392764832685275863</id><published>2008-07-27T15:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T15:48:46.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thunder</title><content type='html'>Oh wow updates for my ipod touch aren't free, WOW. -.- hahaha never mind I guess it's worth it, no? Maybe not. Ahh what the heck I paid Apple already anyway, no use regretting now. The functions are soo much better for $9.95.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't find my damn camera I swear it's fucking annoyingzxs. And anyone with the group photos or something, send me send me? Sorry Alison still owe you the Patrick(not the starfish :D) photo!!! You want my JF PHOTO HAHAHAHAHAHAHA (he look more hot in mine lor hehawho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent a whole day downloading songs, and I still can't find Paramore's and Panic's(A fever I can't sweat out). K maybe not a whole day lah so ridiculous, half a day perharps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I want to go to that Boys Like Girls marathon thing just to see Boys Like Girls, (HAHAHA), but I think it's too late now, no? And SINGFEST OMG ): But everyone's saying this year's one sucks. Hello?!?! P!ATD? ONE REPUBLIC? Yah I think that's all actually. -.- Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I have to save money, I don't know for what yet. But my sixth sense's hinting to me that I'd want something super expensive soon, (or maybe I just wanna go shopping soon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I'm still sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And spammers will be severely dealt with. HAHAHA kidding. Angeline, you're annoying me. So I'm just gonna ban you-and your chinese character writing friend(s):D I don't want to everyday come back look at my tagboard and see your always-changing-topic-spams and I'll have to pwn you again and again and again, very tiring y'know ): No offence, let's be friends? HAHAHAHA, right. The most just put my blog on the invited readers only thingy. Hmm, good idea, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS HONG KONG LAHZ. JIAN FENG!!! I hope he miraculously knows my blog hahahaha, and I still have his number!!! What's China's phone initials again? Someone please tell me and I'm gonna so give him a call!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is damn random but I'm spamming water and I like, I keep getting thirsty so easily. Maybe I'm gonna spread a new virus, die. (wth I damn bullshit)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-2392764832685275863?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/2392764832685275863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=2392764832685275863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/2392764832685275863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/2392764832685275863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/07/thunder.html' title='Thunder'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-7503231958103936807</id><published>2008-07-25T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T22:09:50.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fever</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I got more fucking sick, thank you weather. Thank you. -.- I can't get high fever kkkkk cos' I'm allergic to that high fever butt medicine thing(no kidding) so YAAAAAA if I die I'll blame you weather!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so going to work hard on this upcoming Art project cos' my Art freakishly fuckingly sucks now(and to think I want to go to a Art school wtf?) So I popped by Art Friend at Taka today and bought like $100+ materials (fucking spendthrift)  and yaaaaaaaaaaa if I don't score well I'll be fucking disappointed and wasted the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't find it, damnnnnnnnnnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to study for my Math and Science test. Which I missed yesterday ^&amp;amp;*()&amp;amp;^%&amp;amp;*^%$#$%^. Everyone said the Math test was hard o: Hope I can pass Science though(it's on reproduction haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'd be able to go Choir tomorrow -.- I don't think I'd be able to go anywhere tomorrow, later pass on my germs/bacteria whatever to everyone. Stupid fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I keep swearing in this post, but.. Can't help it. I get moody when I'm sick. I'm going to start on the Art thing to make myself feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-7503231958103936807?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/7503231958103936807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=7503231958103936807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/7503231958103936807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/7503231958103936807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/07/fever.html' title='Fever'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-6238001920613348455</id><published>2008-07-24T13:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T13:21:16.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong</title><content type='html'>Okay when I came back from Hong Kong the first thing I noticed was that my date was wrong on the Sunday thing, HAHA. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been back for 5 days already by the way. But I was fucking busy(kind of), sooooooooooooooo ya. And if you did not know, I always have a tendency to change my layout after "hiatus mode".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photoshop still doesn't like vista, or vice versa. And besides, my brain's dying on me. Thus not being able to come up with anything nice (I'm such an ass).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some freaky things happened in Hong Kong, but ya at least I got to meet and take pictures with Jackie Chan rightzxsxzxsad fedufjoipewjfklasjdfklasdj!!!! Speaking of pictures, my camera's lying somewhere around the house and I can't seem to fucking find it so I guess I'll be posting the piactuhres on my next post (booooooo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's freakishly getting sick lately, damn the weather! And my tongue piercing's getting annoying, but it's okay :D bb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-6238001920613348455?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/6238001920613348455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=6238001920613348455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/6238001920613348455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/6238001920613348455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/07/hong-kong.html' title='Hong Kong'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-8940019416169432340</id><published>2008-07-10T16:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T20:22:51.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Odd</title><content type='html'>I have a sore throat and HK's like 3 days away!!!!! I can't even take care of my own voice properly, gosh. And I'm still shouting y'know (don't ask why hahaha). Went to doctor's but it's closed or some sort, so ya now I have to wait for don't know how long(probably at night i guess) and visit the damn doctor again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ong told me that I'd retain if I didn't stop slacking. I don't slack, I just don't like to do his homework. o: I don't think I'd retain, please. Even my brother could get to Sec 3 express-no offence to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, here we go again. Haha I hate dedicating posts for people bcos', isn't it &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; blog? And I hate it when people who I don't know suddenly interfere with fights. Hahahah, but the tagboard's irritating bcos of the damn word limit. So... yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted: *read from bottom of quote to top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="mt" class="hbtbl" width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr id="165"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;10 Jul 08, 14:02&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;angeline&lt;/b&gt;: so tell me y do u want to voice out to her and make things worse? so tell me now who is the 1 who started all these?If you have eventually ignore it and let her be? -.-&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="164"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;10 Jul 08, 14:01&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;angeline&lt;/b&gt;: your life is basically too boring to even criticise what ppl wanna voice out.what she want to do or say its her prob and it will not affect u if u ignore if after reading.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="163"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;10 Jul 08, 13:56&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;angeline&lt;/b&gt;: oh and we are different person so i don't feel what you're feeling-.-|| its like OMG!!yucks&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="162"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;10 Jul 08, 13:54&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;angeline&lt;/b&gt;: nahs.its difficult to understand how a wierd person like u feels-.-&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angeline&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: *Starting from 10 Jul 08, 13:54&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're obviously struggling to argue back with my points, as your points, I can tell, are very vunerable. So, let's start all the way from the top, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table id="mt" class="hbtbl" width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr id="162"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;10 Jul 08, 13:54&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;angeline&lt;/b&gt;: nahs.its difficult to understand how a wierd person like u feels-.-&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Weird is spelt  w &lt;b&gt;e i&lt;/b&gt; r d , not  w i e r d. Look it up? :} And besides, who are you to judge I'm weird? What did I do that made you think of me as weird? Who are you to label me weird? Why am I considered weird? How did you come to the conclusion I was weird? Oh, if you were just trying to insult me in a polite way, you've done &lt;i&gt;one hell of a job&lt;/i&gt;, keep it up. Uh, seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;10 Jul 08, 13:56&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;angeline&lt;/b&gt;: oh and we are different person so i don't feel what you're feeling-.-|| its like OMG!!yucks&lt;/blockquote&gt;I did not say that we were the same. Isn't it a little &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;weird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; that you thought that we were the same when I did not mention it at all? I know you're angry when you were reading my responses to you but still, read carefully and patiently and not let your anger make you jump to conclusions saying we're the "same". Because, I have to 100% agree with you, we're &lt;i&gt;soooooo&lt;/i&gt; not the same. I'm just saying, we're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fighting for&lt;/span&gt; the same thing, defending and being loyal to our dear friends, no? Fighting for the same thing doesn't necessarily mean that we're  doing it the same way, as I hope you can obviously tell. Me= giving logical reasons and questions, You= doing a bad job trying to demoralise me. it's like OMG!!! yucks to the max w0rhzxs!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table id="mt" class="hbtbl" width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr id="164"&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr id="164"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;10 Jul 08, 14:01&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;angeline&lt;/b&gt;: your life is basically too boring to even criticise what ppl wanna voice out.what she want to do or say its her prob and it will not affect u if u ignore if after reading.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;My life, boring? Please, you don't even know me. And the part where you said my life is too boring to criticise others doesn't make any sense at all. It's like saying, "Oh an apple is red because my mother is my mother." Wouldn't it be a little too unreasonable and &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;weird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; of you to say things that don't actually make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, what she wants to do or say certainly is her own problem and affairs. But no, it does still affect me because it is about me, and my friend. Just like how I talked to Lijing, and it's affecting you. (When I din' even say anything about you, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;weird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; huh.) But are you ignoring it? No. Awkward and ironic, isn't it? Oh and I don't ignore people who insult, offend, or disturb me, just like how I'm not ignoring you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table id="mt" class="hbtbl" width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr id="165"&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr id="165"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;10 Jul 08, 14:02&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;angeline&lt;/b&gt;: so tell me y do u want to voice out to her and make things worse? so tell me now who is the 1 who started all these?If you have eventually ignore it and let her be? -.-&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Because, she should be taught a lesson. And I was just giving her a taste of her own medicine, as said in one of my previous posts. Isn't it &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;weird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; that you didn't see that. Oh, it's still Lijing who started all of this(not these) by the way. If I did not voice out my thoughts about her bitching about others all the time, she would continue doing so. &lt;i&gt;That&lt;/i&gt; is why I did it, and to defend me and my friend of course, so that Lijing would not describe us with false facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're claiming that I should ignore Lijing, then shouldn't you do the same by ignoring me? Isn't it &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;weird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; that you're contradicting your words? Oh, and to let her be? And continue hurting people? Wouldn't that make me a bitch as well by just watching her do such things to others while I just stand there and think, "why should I care." and do nothing about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Lijing hasn't blogged about me or Melanie Wong since, so I see no reason to confront her anymore. If you leave us alone, we'll leave you alone as well. I'm not such a bitch as to continue hating someone for something they've done but stopped. Truth is I didn't expect Lijing to turn out like that, before this happened I thought she was very kind y'know? -.- (Just that her jokes tend to be cold sometimes). But after this, well.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird people tend to hallucinate that another had said something.&lt;br /&gt;Weird people tend to say things that don't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;Weird people tend to feel what others feel as well.&lt;br /&gt;Weird people tend to skip sentences when they're reading something.&lt;br /&gt;Weird people tend to contradict their words and sometimes show a whole lot of irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh look... who's the weird one now. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;If you're getting all worked up just because my words have left you with nothing to say, then oh well. Again, you don't even want to tell me your email, how would you even dare to meet me? Seriously /: This is totally none of your business, why care? I've had enough of your nonsense, this is getting boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-8940019416169432340?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/8940019416169432340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=8940019416169432340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/8940019416169432340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/8940019416169432340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/07/odd.html' title='Odd'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-8230631151882574510</id><published>2008-07-08T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T19:49:10.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days</title><content type='html'>Hong Kong's this Sunday, though it still feels like months to me. I still want to buy alot of things okayzxszxs! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Choir practices everyday till Sunday&lt;br /&gt;-Travel irons are a bitch&lt;br /&gt;-I tend to get very sleepy in school nowadays&lt;br /&gt;-Someone told me that me eating bread and drinking relax choya at the same time is weird. (What's so weird about that HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s/You removing your tagboard after I scolded you doesn't make me the coward, go figure. And you have to remember I can always look you up in school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-8230631151882574510?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/8230631151882574510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=8230631151882574510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/8230631151882574510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/8230631151882574510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/07/days.html' title='Days'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-7262095463564554887</id><published>2008-07-06T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T21:18:34.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panic</title><content type='html'>One more weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek! :} Actually, I seriously think that Choir isn't doing their best at all. I'm really afraid that we'd only get a Bronze(or worse, cop), and just break down or something. Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh we'll just have to try our best, do our best, sing our best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to go on a shopping spreeeee! And I don't think I have enough money to do that(100-ish can't really buy that many things). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hancock's quite a funny show, but the ending was pretty short and unexpected in a weird way I guess. Finally went out with my entire family for some "family time" thing, HAHA I sound damn gay I swear. But seriously, I was looking forward to it like shittttttt. :} And it turned out quite okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yah, I'm still attempting to collect back my 3000ish songs. Damn frustrating I tell you!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, k I don't care tomorrow I want to go out and shop. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-7262095463564554887?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/7262095463564554887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=7262095463564554887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/7262095463564554887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/7262095463564554887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/07/panic.html' title='Panic'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-5250944181203457788</id><published>2008-07-04T21:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T22:06:46.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why</title><content type='html'>Hi Lijing I just wanted to say,(hope you read this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think that if someone were to bitch about another in every single post in her blog, she should make her blog a hate site instead. Melanie Wong has been hated for, I don't know, 1284392384902834932 years? Yes, I do admit I disliked her before, but I din' bitch about her in every single post, my dear Lijing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I'm close to Melanie Wong, it doesn't mean I'll become her. In what way did you think I changed? You can kindly tell me on Tuesday, I'll be waiting for you. You're close to Vionna, are you similiar to Vionna? Of course not. I think Vionna's a better person than you, that's just my personal preference, I did not intend to offend you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you, with a class full of people hating you. Everywhere you go people will say "Shut up lah you", "So irritating", "Stupid bitch", I think you'd break down and fucking cry, because the negativity around you is just too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so now look on Melanie Wong. She's put up with this for 1 and a half years already. Don't you think you should just stop? She's having enough problems already, you're really only making her worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your goal anyway? Hating her so much and demoralize her until she jumps off a building? Or her stabbing you in the heart? You really should not be so selfish and should think about Melanie's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I admit I disliked her before. I was wrong. No one is perfect. So why pick on her? Lijing, you're not perfect either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know why I'm only saying this to you and not to the other anti-Melanie Wong people? Because I believe that you're the one who hates her the most among everyone else. I can obviously tell people like Eric and the others dislike her as well, but they aren't like you. They dislike but hardly express and disturb her. Okay except Bryan lah I don't know. The reason why I tagged and scolded you on your blog was to give you a taste of your own medicine. And the first thing you did? Scold back. Oh wait, wait. Did Melanie Wong do that? No, I don't think she did. There, I just pointed out a positive aspect of her, she makes it a point to think about how the other party would feel, that is why she did not argue back. Hope that changes your way of thinking about Melanie Wong a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hate me because of her, that's absurd. K I hate Vionna because of you. How would Vionna feel? Wait no, you wouldn't know. Rephrase, if I hate you because I hate Vionna as well, how would you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About your tag,&lt;br /&gt;You never typed my name out but it certainly was obvious you were talking about me, and what's to admit? I was never accused of anything, you just bitched about me in your &lt;s&gt;hate site&lt;/s&gt; blog. So what the fuck are you talking about Lijing? Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted:&lt;br /&gt;you think you very pro in scolding eh?&lt;br /&gt;kns&lt;br /&gt;bhb bitch.&lt;br /&gt;hang out wif her and you become more like her!&lt;br /&gt;tts how you came to this state&lt;br /&gt;you are such a fucking bitch&lt;br /&gt;you think you can gain popularity just like tt?&lt;br /&gt;dun daydream lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did I scold you may I ask(must have forgotten).&lt;br /&gt;Bhb in what way may I ask? My ego isn't that big you know.&lt;br /&gt;Is it a crime to hang out with her? How did I become more like her? :) And what's wrong in becoming more like her.&lt;br /&gt;What state? :) I think my life's perfectly fine.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking bitch? Look who's talking.&lt;br /&gt;Popularity? Aren't you the trying to gain the attention by insulting her like that.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I don't daydream to become popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't just proclaim my intentions. Besides, there aren't any. Hanging out with Melanie Wong doesn't make me Melanie Wong. She isn't a bad person, so what's wrong with it. But me and Melanie have alot of differences, but we're still able to communicate. How about I say, "Ew, you like Lijing sia so bitch." How would you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;No one is perfect, and think about Melanie Wong's feelings for just once, please. You'll feel fucked up if you were in her position, trust me. Why do you hate Melanie Wong? What did she do to you? I'm really curious cos' I have no idea. Oh, and what did I do to you as well(besides this)? Actually this ain't really anything, I'm just pleading you to think about her feelings and tell you how I feel from my point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to look me up on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously did not know that people hated her so much till now. This is ridiculous, hurtful, unfair. Ah oh well, the world's unfair anyway. I finally got my silver shoes for the damn choir thing and Hong Kong's 9 days away! (Birthday's 11).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-5250944181203457788?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/5250944181203457788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=5250944181203457788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/5250944181203457788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/5250944181203457788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/07/why.html' title='Why'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-5253293376327399498</id><published>2008-06-30T10:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T11:11:41.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohmysongs</title><content type='html'>The crappy thing about spoiling your damn laptop and getting a new one is all your songs are gone. Shit yes, I lost about 3000-ish songs. Another fucked up thing is, my ipod was hosted by my previous laptop's iTunes, sooooooooooooo sooner or later I'd lose my ipod songs as well(about only 1000-ish songs though). And now I have to collect back thousands of songs again, which is going to take foreverrrrrrrrrrrrrr. But I thought of having only the latest songs in my iTunes this time, since I don't listen to the old ones anymore, Hmm maybe not really. I don't really feel like grabbing all my albums off my shelf and importing them into my iTunes. Now I only have about 102 songs, consisting of Flow, p!atd, linkin park and mcr. HAHAHA god I'm so pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reaaaaaaaaaaaaally need money cos' I want new clothezxsxzx!1!!!1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-5253293376327399498?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/5253293376327399498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=5253293376327399498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/5253293376327399498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/5253293376327399498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/06/ohmysongs.html' title='Ohmysongs'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-6021325843260143415</id><published>2008-06-29T11:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T11:43:23.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah after like 93402940483924932 months w/o my love(I meant the internet), I finally got a new laptop. Rip to my old one blah blah blah. Yeeeeeeeeeep, so I can start blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I din' know I'm such a blogging freak. Cos' everytime I got bored during those suffering moments, I had a craving for blogging. Weird, eh? Maybe not so. I don't know lah -.- So many weeks, and I have no idea where to start on. Okay obviously holidays were fucked, so I'll cancel that out. School's been quite okay I guess. I think my new Art teacher has some serious anger management issues though. But besides that, I guess everything went back to normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester I have to reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaallly improve my Math and Science. Maybe Chinese as well I don't know. I got freakishly scared when Mr Lim said the bottom 10% have to go to this talk, as in I got scared because if I were the bottom 10%, I'd jump down. Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been playing badminton with Melanie W these days, it's hella fun I tell youuuuuuu. We like have this 'high' aura, so whoever stands near us, YOU DIE. HAHAHAHAHA. Actually not really. :) If you play badminton with Martyn make sure you check out his ever-so-cool badmintion poses, tuu kool ferr skoolz. (?). And Jason's Sharapova tennis poses, did I mention we were playing badmintion btw? Hahahahaha, he always miss the shuttlecock when doing the poses somemore, nice one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I din' do much editing in this layout. You can tell if you compare it with the original layout. But heck, photoshop doesn't seem to be compatable with Vista. So it's really pissing me off like shit. Note to self: Vista doesn't suck, it just doesn't like Photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to perfom Tapestry soon, bb! :}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-6021325843260143415?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/6021325843260143415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=6021325843260143415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/6021325843260143415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/6021325843260143415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/06/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-2052495757506488690</id><published>2008-06-06T17:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T17:55:02.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still</title><content type='html'>No, my laptop's not done yet. And it'll only be done next week.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've changed my layout cos' I found my other ugly(again). I'm freakin' grounded, and no internet. So yah, fuck  holidays. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-2052495757506488690?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/2052495757506488690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=2052495757506488690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/2052495757506488690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/2052495757506488690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/06/still.html' title='Still'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-8990704076983137777</id><published>2008-05-25T20:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T20:39:11.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>HI OMG K I KNOW I'VE BEEN "MISSING" OR SOME SORT FOR LIKE 48392084902 YEARS ALREADY BUT IT'S BECOS' MY LAPTOP'S SPOILT. SO YEAH. And no I haven't told my dad yet. kthxbi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-8990704076983137777?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/8990704076983137777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=8990704076983137777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/8990704076983137777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/8990704076983137777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/05/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-816313530612491638</id><published>2008-05-14T20:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T22:44:13.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>Omg today finally rain, I swear the feeling's damn &lt;i&gt;shuang&lt;/i&gt;. Andand! It was cold the whole day, cooooooooool. But too cold. But still better than the hot sweaty weather right. The only thing I hate about the rain was the freaky insects. And it was the same insect that was flying in my room. FLY TO DEATH LAH YOU ALL. I think it's some form of flying ant. I dont know. But fuck it was big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din' get back any results today. Lavania=absent. Miss Tan=don't know what the fuck she doing always delay our papers. Sooooooooooo yah. Thank god Mr Ong didn't come in the class for Math Paper 2 though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Parkway with Liyi, Vionna. Sorry Liyi din' buy your disc! Went to Macs. Mixed, Curry, Mayo, Coke, Milo, Sugar, Salt, Pepper, Apple pie, Cheeseburger, Water, Chilli, Garlic Chilli together. Aaron came. Played that number game. HAHA I din' get to taste it at allllllllllllllll. Cos' I knew what numbers they were thinking (most of the time) and got away with it. Liyi left, went to Borders, Stoned at a random passageway with Vionna and Aaron. Then was chatting with Aaron on the way home. That's all. kthxbi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow : Escape :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;Irwin told me to do this quiz. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. At what age do you wish to be married?&lt;br /&gt;Late 20s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you were to be stranded on a deserted island, who are the 3 buddies you'd take and why?&lt;br /&gt;Harry, Dick and Virginia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Where is the place that you want to go the most?&lt;br /&gt;Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you can have 1 dream come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Fashion/Interior/Graphics Designer. Photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you believe you can survive without money?&lt;br /&gt;Definately not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What are you afraid to lose the most?&lt;br /&gt;My head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you win $ 1 Million, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Pursue my dreams. (Overseas studying, open my own boutique shop, buy a neat car-orwhatever) HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;It depends :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who would you take to prom night?&lt;br /&gt;It's for me to know and you to find out, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.What is your dream guy/girl?!!&lt;br /&gt;A perfect match I guess?!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What kind of person do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;People who act all high and mighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If you are given the chance to go back to the past and make a difference, will you?&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't? Oh, perfectionists. But, they are imaginary, aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. UNCONDITIONAL LOVE. What does it mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;Not conditional love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Any wisdom to share with your readers?&lt;br /&gt;An apple a day keeps the doctor away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If there's ever a war(or things that are similar) happening in your place, are you going to move to a safer place, or fight?&lt;br /&gt;Depends who I'm fighting for/with/against.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you have the chance, which part of your character you would like to change?&lt;br /&gt;No idea yet, is that a trick question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who is the person that you can share all your problems with?&lt;br /&gt;Bob, my imaginary friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What's your weakest point?&lt;br /&gt;Telling others what my weakest point is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What does love means to you?&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will be there for you no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What have you been longing to do for awhile?&lt;br /&gt;Take pictures. (Random, no?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry my answers are crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-816313530612491638?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/816313530612491638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=816313530612491638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/816313530612491638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/816313530612491638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/05/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-4908981091630193978</id><published>2008-05-13T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T19:08:55.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acheivement</title><content type='html'>Okay, so maybe today's results were to make up for yesterday's (Whatever that means). But seriously, it made me feel better. My Science had a F9 btw-quite expected, guess I wasn't putting in much effort after all. And for math, I actually dropped from a B3 to an F9. I really need that private tutor. But today's results were fairly okay, got a pass for Chinese-finally-and scored a A2 for literature. Hey, at least I'd be seeing one A in my report book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Choir was hilarious. "Your As(Ass) is horrible." &lt;br /&gt;(Imagine the sops singing assssssssss all the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I've been reading the Crank series for awhile-k fine 4 days-now. It's not as exciting as Twilight, but still the storyline's pretty interesting. Just about finishing Glass, few more 50-ish pages to go. Oh and speaking of which, the Twilight tralier is out. It's pretty short, and why the hell is there so much flying around? I can't fuckinggggggggggggg wait for the movie. But hell ya am I going to buy Breaking Dawn coming August first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash. Money. Moolah. $.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-4908981091630193978?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/4908981091630193978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=4908981091630193978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/4908981091630193978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/4908981091630193978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/05/acheivement.html' title='Acheivement'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-3966859334797629965</id><published>2008-05-12T23:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T00:11:29.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure</title><content type='html'>I got back Science, Math. Don't wanna talk about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay nothin' much. I cooked my own lunch today(Whoaaaaaaaaaa). Yeap, was kind of nice. TEEHEE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A change of blogskin. I should really stop being so fickle all the ti-wait, can you even stop being a fickle-minded person? Hm, perharps not. Oh well. Damn me to the core then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck insects. Squash every single one of 'em under my feet. Pests, I tell ya. Filthy lil' creatures. Fly fly fly, later fly to death ah you.. Ughhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polaroid. Clothes. Money. Job. Dammit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can I get a private tutor for Math and Science?"&lt;br /&gt;"Concentrate on your brother first can?"&lt;br /&gt;Nice one mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it whenever someone lies just to be all "cool" or in desperate need for attention. Be yourself, so what if your life's dull. Almost everyones' life is. People who act "cool" and stuff just have to take a gun and shoot themselves. Seriously, why the fuck people want attention for? Seriously bitch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, everything seems to be fine now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-3966859334797629965?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/3966859334797629965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=3966859334797629965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/3966859334797629965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/3966859334797629965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/05/failure.html' title='Failure'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-427172589564411846</id><published>2008-05-11T11:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T11:28:28.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday and Happy Mother's Day Mummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-427172589564411846?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/427172589564411846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=427172589564411846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/427172589564411846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/427172589564411846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/05/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-1010151937061773708</id><published>2008-05-09T19:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T19:34:14.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Injustice</title><content type='html'>Exams are over. Actually, it kind of ended yesterday. Cos' today's only a listening compre. But to tell you the truth, I only had a sense of accomplisment today. The Math Paper 2 was so much easier than Paper 1. Whoever's percentage for paper 1 is higher than 2 should seek help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched "What happens in Vegas" yesterday. It was hilarious I tell ya. Seriously. :) A must watch. Today went over to East Coast, afterwards PP. And I'm currently look for jobs, if you know any please inform me tyvm. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is kind of outdated already but, I find the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Josef_Fritzl"&gt;Fritzl Incest Case&lt;/a&gt; is sick. I was practically shocked. When I was reading it I really cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all seriousness, incest is disgusting. I don't understand why people do it anyway. Desperate for sex maybe. (Oh god I just answered my own question again). But yet, Elisabeth is a strong individual. I can't believe she actually survived all that torture for the past 24 years. Yes, torture fits in perfectly into that sentence. And does Josef Fritzl(bastard) have a heart at all? She's your daughter for christ's sake. The most unbelievable part is the fact that 7 children were borned by Elisabeth. SEVEN. Singaporeans want to have 4 children nowadays also cannot. It was really sad when I saw that one of the twins Elisabeth had passed. And Fritzl deserves no ballz I tell ya, cos' that wasn't the only crime in his record book. 73 year old, and still so che ko pek(?). And the stupid thing is that he claimed he's being treated unfairly. WELL WHAT ABOUT ELISABETH ASSHOLE. How about you go experience living in a dungeon for 24 fucking years with 6 children and tell me what the word unfair really means you bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Elisabeth and her children : Stay strong, and move on. Life's going to be better for you guys now.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-1010151937061773708?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/1010151937061773708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=1010151937061773708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/1010151937061773708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/1010151937061773708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/05/injustice.html' title='Injustice'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-5105158344931068072</id><published>2008-05-07T15:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T15:59:46.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidekick</title><content type='html'>Today's Science will pull down my overall for Mid Year's, I'm sure of it. I slept at 1am+ due to studying and what do I get? I bet Albert Einstein set the paper, all 24 pages of them. I hardly understood anything, I swear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a Sidekick phone. Y'knw the cool Ngage-look-alike phone that American kids are using? YAH THAT ONE! But too bad Singapore doesn't have it, have to order it online. Singapore's such a noob. But seriously, I want it badly cos' I think it's damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I do notice I'm posting every single day. I guess it's to make up for the MIA I pulled a few days back, though it wasn't that long. -.- Or maybe it's just because I have nothing else to do that's why I post every single freakin' living day. bb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-5105158344931068072?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/5105158344931068072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=5105158344931068072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/5105158344931068072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/5105158344931068072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/05/sidekick.html' title='Sidekick'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-3485402890170341316</id><published>2008-05-06T10:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T22:22:05.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>History</title><content type='html'>I finally came straight back home after school, after.. I don't know? A million years? Ah I'm totally kidding. But seriously, I came straight back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's History was a killer, literally. It murdered my hand. Two fucking essay questions? What the hell. It's not like I didn't see it coming, but I didn't expect it to BE SO FUCKING TIRING. The source base were hokay', but the damn essay questions. When I saw there were only 30 minutes left, I looked around and half the class were sleeping already yet I'm still writing my first essay question. Ugh -.- And I just finished right on the dot. Confident of passing? Don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck for Science!&lt;br /&gt;p/s my hand's still aching.&lt;br /&gt;p/p/s The weather's so hot that I'm sweating a storm. Ew. On second thought, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit/&lt;br /&gt;I understand the Science textbook! Amazing, fascinating, wow-o. A great achievement, for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice that during my life events, I'll be thinking, "Hey this is cool/interesting/fun, I shall blog about it." But in the end I just simply forget about it and yah, boo-o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and I were watching this Arts Central documentary thing about this woman who lost her lower part of her body when she was a child or something. I don't know. And then she uses her arms to move around(cool). Then the narrator started saying, "She has two children." My brother went, "What the? Something's wrong here." &lt;br /&gt;And then the narrator also said, "She's currently pregnant." My brother and I chua tio and he was like, "What the fuck? What the fuck? Something wrong is happening."&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, hilarious. No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric's got me addicted to Muttons. The 987fm thingy. Cool. No? Maybe not. I needa go for a shopping spreeeeee. And I really, seriously, deep down, fucking hate people who act. k who doesn't, but I bet I hate them more then you do I tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;(I bet I wanted to add in something else to this post, but I just forgotten all about it.)&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAMANTHA, HAPPY BIRTHDAY JANE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-3485402890170341316?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/3485402890170341316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=3485402890170341316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/3485402890170341316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/3485402890170341316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/05/history.html' title='History'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-6391893692722822243</id><published>2008-05-05T21:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T21:58:59.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temptation</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know I said I'll not post till after exams. I really had this torturous temptation each day. (I'M SUCH A FREAK)And yes, I do notice that I tend to change my layouts a tad too much. But what can I say. Everytime I make a layout, after a few months-weeks for some- I'll be like, "Awwww, I hate this fucked up layout. I'll make another to make myself feel better". But most of the times I make blogskins to kill the frustration I have over some minor/major situations to make me calm down or something I don't know. (CHARLENE YOU'RE REALLY A FREAK LAH.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm definately screwed for the exams. Geography was, ugh. I mean I did study! Serious! But, well. I had no mood for the paper that day. My mind kept repeating that same sentence-like a damn broken recorder I tell you- "Quickly finish, then can sleep. YAY." Hah, imagine that repeating in that brain of yours. Hilarious. Fast forward it to make it sound a tad funnier.(Omg what the hell am I saying?) So yeah I'll have to strike out Geography from my pink winx disney club glittering bling bling pink-laced notebook of mine and there's this pink page covered with butterflies that says "SUBJECTS CONFIDENT OF PASSING". News Flash: The list ain't long. And no, I don't have that notebook I was just making it up. For fun :) Math today was the hardest I tell you. I did not, I repeat. Did NOT finish the damn paper. And this girl from r4 said it was easy wtf? And she even dedicated it to 98.7fm.(Wha.. what?)If I was Keng Siang, I'd jump down the damn building now. Too bad I'm not AHAHA. -.- And yeah, I do know people who want to kill themselves-literally-because they did not do well for examinations. That's why I always believe that attempting to be a perfectionist's a waste of time, and it kills it totally. Piak, dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck good luck good luck for History tomorrow! :)&lt;br /&gt;p/s I'm gonna stay up all night learning History.&lt;br /&gt;p/p/s HAPPY BIRTHDAY VIONNA. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-6391893692722822243?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/6391893692722822243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=6391893692722822243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/6391893692722822243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/6391893692722822243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/05/temptation.html' title='Temptation'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-412280774300622537</id><published>2008-04-28T22:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T22:41:41.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chop Suey</title><content type='html'>Omg I seriously miss SOAD(System Of A Down) songs. Seriouslyyyyyyyyyy. Omg pwns pwnz pwns pwnz! :) Chop Suey and Deer Dance. ^^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I'm craving for Band Tees(Oh yes the kind-of-outdated-already-please band tees), F21, Topshop, Money. Ah I know I've been repeating this for don't know how many times already but I'm really in a very damn holiday mood now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuffffffffffffling is damn cool. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;edit/&lt;/i&gt;the next time I post, they'll be a playlist I swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-412280774300622537?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/412280774300622537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=412280774300622537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/412280774300622537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/412280774300622537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/04/chop-suey.html' title='Chop Suey'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-8433718093436868931</id><published>2008-04-27T11:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T11:50:03.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>barely</title><content type='html'>Hah I think I'm seriously in a wrong mood. As in, it's the exams and all that right. I'm in a holiday mood, seriously. Like what the fuck. I have zero, kosong dollars. But that's a good thing cos' it prevents me to do my "holiday mood stuff" or whatever. But I have to save money for the holis of course. But I might as well just get a job. Suddenly I think getting a job is less suffering than just savng up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just noticed my Math is weird. Or is it I keep forgeting and remembering at the wrong time. Ugh, never mind. I'm going to study Math and Science after this post anyway. Omg, what are the chapters in Science again? Someone? Thanks in advance. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I want to put a playlist in my blog (don't ask cause I have no idea why as well), and yah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell that was so random lah damn you Charlene. kthxbi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-8433718093436868931?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/8433718093436868931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=8433718093436868931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/8433718093436868931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/8433718093436868931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/04/barely.html' title='barely'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-6042403468033192702</id><published>2008-04-25T17:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T17:54:29.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twilight</title><content type='html'>I'm reading the Twilight series, again. I don't know why I suddenly had this nudge to read it all over again. It seriously is addictive. Oh, and I've got myself updated in their movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck exciting I tell you! I mean from the videos and everything. Edward Jacob Edward Jacob Edward Jacob! Ohmytian, Robert Pattinson's(Edward) pretty boy face is damn perfect. And Taylor Lautner's(Jacob) tan is oh so damn (hyperventilates). I just found out Taylor Lautner was from the movie Sharkboy and Lavagirl(I think, HAHAHAHA). And I was wondering how the hell did he grow so fast. Aye nevertheless, he's hot :) Too bad Jacob's not playing a big part, cause it's just Twilight?(Rolls eyes). Wait till New Moon and Eclipse then it'll get more exciting, definately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, exams! I'm not worried, yet I'm not confident. Cos I've only done English and Chinese. There's still a listening compre on Chinese, but what the heck? Yesterday's English composition was a killer, like really. My story became a tad too complicated, making me write 6 pages(Quality not quantity counts tyvm) and I really did not have the mood to do my Chinese paper. I just wanted to get it over and done with cos I was tired and was in somehow in a bad mood (Don't ask). The only question I did seriously on that paper was the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today's English paper was alright. Haha Eugene Eng! Never see the editing page, blank. Good luck on that :) It's either Ngee Ann's loving Reader's Digest too much or they're just fuck lazy, both passages, Reader's Digest, October 2005. I'm observant in the wrong areas. The Chinese composition was super hard (for me). For the second part, I only understood two out of three questions(HAHA NOOB). And I swear my zuo wen's crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I was talking to Nicholas during recess, I can't believe he's &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; egoistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Charlene, what did you answer for the meaning of 'pretty much'?"&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, I put 'almost' first. But later on changed to 'often'."&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? You and Belle Anne the same leh. I put 'almost'."&lt;br /&gt;"Really? Oh ok."&lt;br /&gt;"'Often' and 'almost' aren't the same meanings you know. Aiyah nevermind it's just a one mark question, there's nothing for &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; to worry about."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andand, Melanie Leong is like. Frustrated cos I didn't return her a hairclip? And I mean it's not one of barbie pink flowery hairclips(I know she has 'em). It's those plain black cheapskate ones? Then she sent me:&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE LAST TIME. REMEMBER TO BRING MY HAIRCLIP ON MONDAY. OKAY? PUT IN YOUR WALLET OR WADEVA NOW.&lt;br /&gt;word for word, I swear. Yes, it was all in caps. Well, you know what?&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE LAST TIME, FUCK YOU BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck on your MYEs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-6042403468033192702?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/6042403468033192702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=6042403468033192702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/6042403468033192702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/6042403468033192702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/04/twilight.html' title='twilight'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-1208716690464077820</id><published>2008-04-23T19:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T20:40:09.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hatred</title><content type='html'>I really really really really really really really really regret. I should've kept my temptations to me myself and I only. It was supposed to be study time, yet I went for play time. Ahhhhhhhh,&lt;i&gt;Damn regret, I try to forget, don't worry about me cause I'm refined&lt;/i&gt;. Ugh k stop with the singing, stupid bitch. You never study and the exam's tomorrow and you still sing sing sing. Stupid Charlene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait, tomorrow's only English Paper 1 and Chinese Paper 2. Thank god the languages are first. Won't be in too deep a shit after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum's gone to China, for a week. Just when I started talking to her again, yes our relationship's getting better :) She still gl me and everything but I just diam later she talk about her damn heart problem again. (Yeah my mum has heart problems but not those major kinds, she just over exaggerates it. Alot.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DDR, ugly girl staring. What the hell you so ugly already stare at us with that bui song face only make yourself look more ugly. At least your boyfriend so much better. Not as gl as you. Somemore he play Afronova Heavy you play Afronova Light. Your damn moves suck kok, GND. So noob already still stare stare stare. Stare until your eyeballs pop out of your sockets ah! (Sorry I'm sadistic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fret, it's only half a year to go (excluding June and December holidays). You can make it throughout the rest of the entire year. It sucks, but you will just have to live with it for another 6 months. Especially the 18 people you hate. After that I hope I'll not end up having them again :) I envy the others. Wait nono, Envy is one of the Seven Sins, cannot cannot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck damn pek chek now. I want to go America or somewhere far away to study. &lt;br /&gt;Please, oh please, make it better. I really think they're damn act. &lt;br /&gt;I SERIOUSLY HATE FUCKING ACT PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;Dammit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-1208716690464077820?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/1208716690464077820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=1208716690464077820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/1208716690464077820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/1208716690464077820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/04/hatred.html' title='hatred'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-792118959858945786</id><published>2008-04-22T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T22:26:59.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiskey Rose</title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to Xiangting cause she said she wanted me to blog about her. HAHA SEE THIS XT. Go jump down your chair and break your skin/bone/flesh whatever lah! Teach me Marage D Amour(?) ah! TOMORROW MUST TEACH AH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been fairly, improvised. I suppose. Or maybe it's just me, cause I've been listening. I chua tio(?) when I see the mindmap Madamn Riza showed us. I seriously had no idea what she was talking about. Nevermind lah I mean like I still have 2 weeks before the exams. And furthermore I already started, unlike Jillian. HAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly don't know why got this shopping mood these past few days. But must resist cause examexamexamexamexamexam. After Mid Years I'm gonna:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Get a damn job already&lt;br /&gt;-Buy clothes for hk trip&lt;br /&gt;-Take up accent class&lt;br /&gt;-Buy stuff like no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;-maybe doing extentions again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if my results suck like kok:&lt;br /&gt;-just kill myself already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really feeling like it's the holidays. Arghs, damn exams. 2 more weeks, can tahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit/&lt;br /&gt;Today's actually Earth Day. Let's all be hippies. Set set set? SET. I notice everytime I blog I tend to miss out a few things I wanted to say. Ahhhhhhh damn me. I just notice my class, got alot of people. Very. HAHA. Jarratt today you damn funny. Eric today you shout until she can hear. Gah, k. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-792118959858945786?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/792118959858945786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=792118959858945786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/792118959858945786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/792118959858945786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/04/whiskey-rose.html' title='Whiskey Rose'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-2675748273299587809</id><published>2008-04-21T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T19:56:04.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>math</title><content type='html'>I really need to study. Math and Science. I've made a timetable. HAHA. No, seriously. Today, she never go find me. -.- I was staring at her, waiting for her to confront me. But, nothing. Oh well. I don't dare to go bath cause there's a freaking large lizard in it. Hahahaha I feel damn noob. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-2675748273299587809?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/2675748273299587809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=2675748273299587809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/2675748273299587809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/2675748273299587809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/04/math.html' title='math'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-133568927289959160</id><published>2008-04-19T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T21:12:22.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>second</title><content type='html'>I hardly do two-posts-in-one-day-omg kind of stuff. But, omg-I'm-doing-a-second-post. Yay, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Never be late for tuition again, cause you'll have to sit at the back with the weird people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Every Saturday at 7pm, the Mrt is filled with foreigners. And I feel like I'm in India cause of the pack of bangladeshis and a supposed bearable smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My mother's hair is chio. Unlike mine now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I think now my fringe is okay? YAY! &lt;br /&gt;Omg I'm fucking kidding, of course it's not okay. It's hell. Damn the lady who thinks that everyone in layers will look nice cause she has it or whatever. I need extentions. Or someone just buy me that hairgrowing shampoo or something, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-133568927289959160?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/133568927289959160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=133568927289959160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/133568927289959160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/133568927289959160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/04/second.html' title='second'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-93673720691661875</id><published>2008-04-19T08:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T09:10:37.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>revision</title><content type='html'>Jillian my fringe grew already okay, IT GREW WAHAHAHAAHAHA. by 0.00000001cm. &lt;br /&gt;It'll outgrow your fringe one day you'll see!1! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was kind of studying yesterday. Met up with Alison at Simei, went over to Bugis. Then walked to National Library. On the way this woman was asking where's Bras Plaza Complex, then we don't know. Met Liyi, Eric, Eugene, Jarratt. Wanted to go library study but it was kind of packed so Eric went to Bras Plaza Complex(?), HAHAHA. So in the end went to Macs study instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone studying except Jarratt! -.- His stupid psp tennis game. Eric suddenly became very smart. Like he had an epiphany. Did Math. Was hoping to cover up Science as well but I didn't bring any of it so, oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liyi had to go, then ah. SORRY LIYI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started talking about that P5 camp thing -.-. Don't know for what also. Then suddenly Eugene say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Charlene you know Maxim?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, it sounds familiar but I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;Alison:"Is it something to do with Music?"(HAHAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;Eugene:"No lah, I wanted to go find tuition."&lt;br /&gt;C:"You go find tuition at Maxim?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then everyone laugh like, -.- I really didn't know what Maxim was what. Then the two guys at the opposite table kpo go hear our conversation then also laugh. But actually what Eugene meant was that he wanted to find tuition at Parkway then Eric told Zhou Hao to buy Maxim for him -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bugis, arcade. Alison addicted to alot of games already. "Cooooooool, Cooooooooool" It's not cool k Alison, it's just a moving car. And that arcade where got funnnnnnnnn. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go Airportttttttttttttttttt study. Anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-93673720691661875?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/93673720691661875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=93673720691661875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/93673720691661875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/93673720691661875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/04/revision.html' title='revision'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-5917996471839651354</id><published>2008-04-17T15:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T16:09:20.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worse</title><content type='html'>Another, another, and another. Can't seem to stop bitching about a supposed, person, can't I. Oh well, she deserves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted source:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I know, but do I have to find out everything myself?Hot and cold, up and down, life is so unpredictable.NO its not like a roller coaster ride, because they are scary and whether going up or down I am scared like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed. Upset. hurt.I thought I could trust you. Looks like my doubts seem to be clear.But thats a better thing. I've seen the real you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real me? Stop making yourself this pitiful pathetic little actually-i'm-damn-perfect girl. Making me a bitch and you the pathetic one actually makes no difference. For others it does, I know. But you're Melanie Wong, everyone hates you. The truth is hurtful, but it's worth it, no? It's your own preference of me, I did NOT change. It's just you being stupid. Ask the others, and you'll realise you're the only person who thought I'd changed, smartass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck. Just because I had a little "fight" with Cindy last time, and you talking to me doesn't make me your best friend. All that "bestfriend" talk was because I knew everyone hate&lt;s&gt;d&lt;/s&gt;s you, and when you said &lt;u&gt;bestfriend&lt;/u&gt;, I couldn't hurt your feelings now could I. And what the hell is a loner clique. Just because YOU'RE the loner you have to pull me down with you. Please lah, I have other friends as well k. I don't hang out with you 24/7. What the hell, loner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I bitch about others. I admit I'm not that a good person. Not like you right bitch. Always there self pitying yourself, and thinking you're always right. Then when you do something wrong and the person finds out you keep denying. Everything's Me, Myself and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, stop being self centered. Think about others. Cause if you do, we will too. Oh yah I forgot, I once did? And you totally just threw it in my face I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Charlene stop making excuses. Stop making excuses."&lt;br /&gt;So my Math sucks? At least it pwns yours. negative plus negative for you is still negative. And I wasn't talking to you, I was talking to Liyi. Stop making excuses my ass. It's not your conversation. That's why I told you to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Charlene, shut up. Shut up."&lt;br /&gt;For? Oh, singing? WHO THE FUCK ALSO DOES THAT IN CLASS BITCH. Oh you sorry. And your voice, very nice I'm sure of it. Ask the others, they'd reply the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See, the pen is fated to be with me. It's not fated to be with YOU. Hahahaha"&lt;br /&gt;You think that's fucking funny? Don't be such a lameass. After I hated you the pen had ink btw. Goes to show even a non living thing hates you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Charlene don't know how to comfort people"&lt;br /&gt;Why should I even comfort you. You didn't.&lt;br /&gt;"Charlene how much you get for Science"-and you smileeeeeee like no tomorrow-&lt;br /&gt;"I failed."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh...... I managed to pass you know! :DDDDDDDDDDD" -and you turn back to the front-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Melanie I passed Geography"&lt;br /&gt;"I failed leh walao, I failed leh. My mum's going to pick on me again."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, but at least you passed the other subjects. I failed 3 leh."&lt;br /&gt;Hope you can note the difference, asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mum. She seriously cares about you. Why the fuck are you fucking hating her for. She calls you for concern. Oh, just because everyone's hating their mums you must hate yours as well? Get a life, please. Stop only looking at your side for awhile. Think about your mum. She isn't biased to your brother and sister. It's just you being paranoid, all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear if someone from our class had this petetion to get rid of you 90% of the class will sign it. Why keep asking people, "Do blah blah hate me?" Stop giving yourself false hope, of course they do. Because you have a serious attitude problem. Stop flirting with guys as well. Alywyn's getting irritated by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stop glaring at people. It's fucking noob. Don't just turn behind and stare at people just because you felt bored and you felt like doing so. IT'S FUCKING ANNOYING. People want to slap you right in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop thinking that you're always right, please. No one is perfect. And I don't care whether you cry or whatever shit. Cause someone has to tell you the truth right. I can bet most of our class or the people who know you think the same as I do. Stop shouting in class. Cause we know you want to get attention to avoid your loner self. It's not working, so just stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed out the letter O in the other post:&lt;br /&gt;Overly paranoid over the smallest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is all about you bitch. All about You. Be proud. Bye. Got a problem? Come find me on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-5917996471839651354?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/5917996471839651354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=5917996471839651354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/5917996471839651354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/5917996471839651354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/04/worse.html' title='worse'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-3180559967938117088</id><published>2008-04-15T16:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T17:17:15.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>her</title><content type='html'>Hi, stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attracting attention all the time&lt;br /&gt;Boasting all the time&lt;br /&gt;Critising people all the the time&lt;br /&gt;Demoralising people all the time&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassing yourself all the time&lt;br /&gt;Faking it all the time&lt;br /&gt;Glaring at people all the time&lt;br /&gt;Hating people all the time&lt;br /&gt;Interupting all the time&lt;br /&gt;Joking all the time(it's not funny)&lt;br /&gt;Kidding yourself all the time&lt;br /&gt;Laughing all the time&lt;br /&gt;Me, myself and I only all the time&lt;br /&gt;Noisily shouting all the time&lt;br /&gt;Pestering others all the time&lt;br /&gt;Questioning ridiculous things all the time&lt;br /&gt;Recycling people all the time(jump from one person to another)&lt;br /&gt;Self pitying all the time&lt;br /&gt;Thinking you're right all the time&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievably act crazy all the time&lt;br /&gt;Venting your anger on people all the time&lt;br /&gt;Whatever freaky thoughts you think of all the the time&lt;br /&gt;Xylem transports water from the root up the plant! Acting smart all the time&lt;br /&gt;Yanking like there's no tomorrow all the time&lt;br /&gt;Zzzzz at people who tell you their problems(because you're self centered)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, stop it bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;edit/&lt;/i&gt;I know I've been ranting and bitching alot nowadays. And being sadistic. Guess I'm not really in my best mood, aren't I. There's just too much hatred around me these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-3180559967938117088?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/3180559967938117088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=3180559967938117088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/3180559967938117088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/3180559967938117088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/04/self.html' title='her'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-1020461900024974495</id><published>2008-04-14T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T20:50:01.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy</title><content type='html'>I'm been a tad too busy these few days. Studying, I guess. Mid Year's only 2 weeks awaywaywaywaywaywaywayway. (I swear I almost typed it as mid ear's ohmytian) Then right I want to make this noob overly organised people's timetable shit. For after school stuff and all that. HAHA I'M SUCH A FREAK LA. But it's for my own good or something right. For the next 2 weeks or so I guess. And I'm going to jog like there's no tomorrow(HAHA RIGHT), anyone interested? Evenings/Late nights are the best time to jog :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-1020461900024974495?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/1020461900024974495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=1020461900024974495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/1020461900024974495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/1020461900024974495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/04/busy.html' title='busy'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-1181483078683067748</id><published>2008-04-11T20:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T20:46:02.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>turn it around</title><content type='html'>Worst day ever, (but to look at it positively) so far. Except for recess of course, :) Everyone's always damn high in class. Raped Mondre, and they sang Girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea whether she's acting dumb or acting blur but I have never seen a more idiotic person before. Self centered, lack of common knowledge, disgusting.. well I think everything about her is pretty much negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me to remember my lines for Literatue on Thursday, fine. I only had two lines anyway. Shylock and Antonio please step forward, and Then it's settled, court dismissed. See I can still remember them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today you come up to me "Can you be Portia instead?" What the fuck is your fucking damn fucked up dora the explorer problem, seriously. And who was the one who kept saying "I want to be Portia". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Literature was in the next period, and you want me to be Portia at the last minute. You want me to jump from 2 lines to 14 lines so you can happily take the 2 lines. Stop thinking you're some Disney Princess Winx Club fairy queen, so you'll quickly realise you aren't important and people really don't give a fuck about you. How can I possibly remember 14 lines in less than a hour when you couldn't even remember 14 lines in one day. Oh, I almost forgot, you're a fucking retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since you already had the two fucking lines, why didn't you sacrifice your damn fucking script to Mr Lim when he asked for it. And you just gave that act cute face to him like as if you want him to jump on you and say you're damn pretty and adorable and everything. Then I had to take the initiative to grab my 14 lined script and passed it to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since now I don't have the script, I said&lt;br /&gt;"Help me print out another one"&lt;br /&gt;And you (I dont know whether you purposely or you're mentally retarded) replied&lt;br /&gt;"HUH why? Why must I print another one out for you?"&lt;br /&gt;So I had to shout to wake you up&lt;br /&gt;"Then how the fuck am I suppose to remember my lines"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later you came up to me, "Why you today so angry?"&lt;br /&gt;OMG WTF I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I seriously think you shouldn't be forgiven cause you said you'd change but you didn't. Even if you did you became worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay today went to PP, cut hair. Stupid bitch don't know how to cut hair. Now my hair's alittle shorter. And my fringe is.. But at least my hair looks neater. Cause I like to look on the brighter side of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, I love Melanie L &lt;3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-1181483078683067748?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/1181483078683067748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=1181483078683067748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/1181483078683067748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/1181483078683067748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/04/turn-it-around.html' title='turn it around'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-3374399460235044252</id><published>2008-04-09T15:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T16:17:23.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jog</title><content type='html'>Friends are like some kind of fucked up complex shit for girls. Why can't we just get along and stop being such a bitch to one another? I admit, I dislike a few of 'em. I feel so damn guilty, but what the fuck right I'm a girl and it's supposed to be like that. Unlike guys if they hate one another they just say it in front of their face. Then they start fighting for 10 seconds to 10 minutes, then 5 minutes later, "Oi you want to go lan?" How the f do they do that, seriously. If you notice, you'd hate something about everyone you know. And girls get way too emotional over it. Why can't we just get along, and stop bitching behind one anothers' backs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to jog, like 3 times a week or something I don't know. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;bb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-3374399460235044252?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/3374399460235044252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=3374399460235044252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/3374399460235044252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/3374399460235044252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/04/jog.html' title='jog'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-6076401500532956260</id><published>2008-04-06T15:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T16:29:57.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fair</title><content type='html'>I studied for History today! Zomg like finally, history. I got the mood to mug for it first time in the year. Cause Lavania's always absent and her lessons are always on holidays. So yah, 2r2's history is fucked. But I studied lah so tomorrow's test will be okay, I guess? 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I was suppose to pay my respects to my grandfather-despite the religions crap cause I love my grandfather nevertheless-but my dad had no idea where the place was cause he had some kind of miscommunication with my grandmother regarding it. Then my father drove from Pasir ris to Thomson, Thomson to Geylang, Geylang back to Thomson, Thomson to Aljunied. And he got pissed so he went to Tampines's Giant in the end. HAHAHA. But still, we didn't pay any respects to my grandfather, which is.. damn it. I miss my grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether I had mention the dramatic cliche-like past in my family line in my blog before. But it's really-I find-unfair. I may have gotten some facts wrong though, since I'm the younger generation and all and every story has two sides or something. But I think I can remember the story my aunt mentioned it to me the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather owned a pretty large company at that time, so he had alot of $ and all that. Then my granfather's youngest brother asked him for some money for some kind of investment thing. My grandfather refused, cause he said, "You shouldn't trust them so easily." and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my granduncle got angry and went to complain to my great grandmother. Then some kind of conflict happened or something then my grandfather got sued by my great grandmother. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after my grandfather passed, they got almost everything my grandfather owned. And my family didn't bother to fight it from them, my grandmother was pretty sad so she was like shouting you can take everything we don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end my grandfather's company was sold for a few million dollars when-according to my aunt i guess-it was worth so much more? But it's their loss cause we didn't take a single cent from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's damn dramarama and everything, like some channel 8 7'o clock/9'o clock chinese serial HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Actually I don't think I've forgiven and forget yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-6076401500532956260?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/6076401500532956260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=6076401500532956260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/6076401500532956260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/6076401500532956260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/04/fair.html' title='fair'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-8614030811766403551</id><published>2008-04-05T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T21:54:04.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crinkle</title><content type='html'>Is it just me or is Friendster laggy. Maybe it's my damn internet. -.- I needa reformat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I like no life everyday blog blog blog. or blob blob blob(Melanie's mum). Hahaha sorry Melanie! But yah, furthermore nothing's been happening. So blog(blob) also no use.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's damn cool that Melanie's dad plays Cabal. Level 40 somemore o: Got skill, got skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay my mum just went like, "Charlene why your hand got two shades" Is it that obvious? o: Damn you sport's day! I swear I'm not going Sport's day next year. Later I get skin cancer then how, how how! Die lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple of birthdays coming along 8) Have to get ready some presents. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-8614030811766403551?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/8614030811766403551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=8614030811766403551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/8614030811766403551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/8614030811766403551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/04/crinkle.html' title='crinkle'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-4588515683958475836</id><published>2008-04-04T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T23:02:24.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exaggerate</title><content type='html'>Today was fun, Miss Taaaaaaaaaaan! You rock. She gave us free period 8) And took class photo.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, love 2R2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-4588515683958475836?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/4588515683958475836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=4588515683958475836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/4588515683958475836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/4588515683958475836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/04/exaggerate.html' title='exaggerate'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-2614198279165709807</id><published>2008-04-03T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T20:11:34.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cake</title><content type='html'>I swear I was feeling too damn unwell early this morning. Maybe my damn seat is too damn hot-there's no fans!1!!1- So I was pretty fucked up.  And because of that, I had no mood to do my Science and Math test. My attitude towards it was like, "Fuck this." If I didn't know the question at all, I'd write bullcrap all over that piece of white shit. I'm so going to fail the Math and Science test, damn me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was kind of alright, I guess. Went to PP with Vionna, MelanieW, Alison, Liyi, Aaron, Kashif, Pak Teng. Kashif and Pak Teng very scary, like want to kill us like kok. o: Ah you two very scary ): Hm anyway, bought a cake for Aaron cause he leaving and all that. Then purposely give him this kuku card with it. Hahaha Aaron! The cake! In your face! Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I want it to rain never rain, then suddenly rain like kok. Daaaamn you make me so cold. zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron! Have fun in thailand. 8) Come back soon kkkkkkkkkkkkk!&lt;br /&gt;k bb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-2614198279165709807?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/2614198279165709807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=2614198279165709807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/2614198279165709807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/2614198279165709807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/04/cake.html' title='cake'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-136933492094925283</id><published>2008-04-02T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T22:00:22.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>apple bottom jeans</title><content type='html'>I wanna learn Japanese, French and Catonese. And I'm currently learning Malay. SO YAY ME LAH PLEASE. not. And the last sentence from the previous' post was a april fool's joke? It's stated there. KOK EYE VIONNAAAAAAAAAAAA, kidding. bb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-136933492094925283?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/136933492094925283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=136933492094925283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/136933492094925283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/136933492094925283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/04/apple-bottom-jeans.html' title='apple bottom jeans'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-5343435454716020445</id><published>2008-04-01T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T22:20:25.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>technologicz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy April Fools'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it ain't such a special day or anything but I think it's fun 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already the 4th month, whazarhzxszxs. Can't believe it. And I'm still-kind of-slacking. Hm, maybe not really. I'm doing IPW now actually. &lt;i&gt;See Eugene! Your pm is so not true&lt;/i&gt;. And I've finished Chinese. But still have to learn that spelling thing. I think I can pass lah. ^^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Home Economics, we finally did a practical. HAHA MY PIZZA PWNSZXS, not. But seriously, it was quite nice. Ego ego ego ego ego. But Priscilla also made it, so yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to flunk Algebra sooner or later(Yes, algebra) Cause the stupid changing subjetcs thing is a bitch and my tuition teacher was like, "This is the most crictical section in Algebra" fuck it. You stupid section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's full of presentations and tests etc. Really busy week. Tomorrow's History, Chinese, Math test. Ugh, what the fuck, fuck the what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm swearing like f.. I'm doing it again. How contradicting. I should stop, it's bad for the health. Ranting is bad for the kidneys(HAHAHA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I just noticed my household has tons of electronic stuff. As in really damn exaggerating. My dad just luv's 'em. My brother got a new desktop today. Oh and I just sent my psp for repair. (The screen craaack)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but screen crack reminds me of mirror crack. Mirror crack reminds me of bad luck. Bad luck reminds me of curses. Curses reminds me of Arthur's voice-It's just some damn low bass bitchy noise-saying to me today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know lucky we never do Macbeth. Cause I saw this documentary called 'Shakespeare's Plays'. They said when Shakespeare was writing Macbeth, the three witches came to find him and said whoever is the actor/actress of the three witches in the future will be cursed for life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a cliche legend, somewhat I believe it. I'm so noob. -.- But I really got freaked. Cursed for life, k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh today Keng Siang's $1.50 piko piko(How do you spell it?) hammer broke. As in he brought to school, and at recess someone broke it. Awwwwwwww, and he got damn kua zhangly emo over it? Damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and, #'s hair is SUPER FUNNY. She looks like she's wearing the wig. And the ironic thing is it's April Fool's today. Trying to trick us only with ugly hair ah!&lt;br /&gt;Belle's reaction was damn kewwwtt. She was walking in, damn tired and all that cause it was early in the morning I guess, and when she looked at Melanie Leong she shouted, "What the fuck" And she did those exaggerating shocks. Like # was bald or something I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna save fo' a polaroid. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to delete this blog cause I think it's damn useless having one -.- Like waste time only and all that lah, really right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy April Fool's Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-5343435454716020445?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/5343435454716020445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=5343435454716020445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/5343435454716020445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/5343435454716020445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/04/technologicz.html' title='technologicz'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-112546754577038821</id><published>2008-03-29T21:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T21:44:43.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shutter</title><content type='html'>Yay, didn't come back so late. But tuition sucked. Got one girl make up then I got nowhere to sit. Must sit in the middle. Sit there like some loser. Then the guai lan girl sitting beside me. Then another kp girl sit beside me. Then the emo girl sit beside the kp girl(I don't mind the emo girl). Then the cb guy sitting behind me. My tuition has alot of weird people 8) But the emo girl smile at me today. She can smile leh, wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I see all the hot guys with their mothers. Hahaha no idea why lah but I just did. Or maybe it was their girlfriends after all. Zzzzz nowadays couples are hot guy ugly girl or ugly guy hot girl. Oh the irony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever want to see how a hardcore emo/goth person is like, go bugis. Surely got alot of emos and goths. Hair covering 99.99% of their face, chains and black clothes everywhere. &lt;i&gt;I bet their kok also got chain&lt;/i&gt;, not. I'm kidding k. That was damn bitch. Hahah then they spam their eyeliner, on their &lt;b&gt;eye&lt;/b&gt;. I have no idea whether the other eye got spam eyeliner, the hair's covering it. Then you see their arm like they fell down on a land of knives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why I'm ranting about emos now, /: Actually my fringe also quite emo!1!! Maybe cutting bangs again? Ugh, don't know. Unless I just wait for it to grow so I can push it to the side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh, today I saw quite a number of smart Indian/pretty indians as well. 8) (Can see by the clothes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I want to watch The Orphanage! Shutter not that scary. But it was fun, 8). The cinema was only filled up with students at the time. So obviously we made a fuck lot of screaming and joking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I lost my tagboard information again. Walaoz. kk. Must remember this time must remember this time must remember this time must remember this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-112546754577038821?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/112546754577038821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=112546754577038821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/112546754577038821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/112546754577038821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/03/shutter.html' title='shutter'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-459526998362348583</id><published>2008-03-29T16:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T16:29:05.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boo</title><content type='html'>K so I've finished the blogskin. I swear this is 3 hours of hard work k. Even if it's not that nice I don't care I took a freakin' 3 hours to do it. Whazarhzxsxzxs. And my mum's being paranoid again and I'm rushing to tuition. Oh, and I forgotten my cbox password and all that shebangs again. Daaaaaaaaaaaaamn my stm. kk will continue after tuition, which is like fucking late at night!(I think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate tuition now.&lt;br /&gt;kthxbi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-459526998362348583?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/459526998362348583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=459526998362348583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/459526998362348583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/459526998362348583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/03/boo.html' title='boo'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-8250414210249588428</id><published>2008-03-28T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T20:57:53.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>daydeeday</title><content type='html'>Lack of sleep. Long distance rides. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunburns&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Shutter. And a very bad sore throat. I heart nigahiga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S I think I'm changing a layout again. I wanna liven up my creativity skills-if I could.&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S The sunburns really do hurt alot.&lt;br /&gt;P.P.P.S Jillian thought Catholic High School was Bishan Stadium. HAHAHA.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-8250414210249588428?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/8250414210249588428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=8250414210249588428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/8250414210249588428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/8250414210249588428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/03/daydeeday.html' title='daydeeday'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-4172936893168510300</id><published>2008-03-26T15:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T16:06:23.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shock</title><content type='html'>My brother's damn gay I swear!1!!1 I know it's damn bitch to bitch about him in my blog but WHO CARES RIGHT, WHO CARES. Maybe he does but he doesn't even know my url! So yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my brother stupid, brought down his self esteem like damn alottttt. Because he hit me what! And I know if I hit him he'll hit me again and yadayada!(Damn childish situations those kind you know) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I just spite him like $*$%^&amp;*. Yah it was kind of like a debate. But in the end I won ^^V. Then when he was keeping quiet I kept saying and saying and you know? Then he kept quiet. Real quiet. Then he cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG YAH HE CRIED DAMN FUCKING KUA ZHANG HE CRIED -.- This is where people will think I'm a bad sister and all that. But you have no idea what he does to me k, you have no idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after awhile-I can still remember exactly what he said you kno!-he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know something. I'm not stupid. I'm just lazy"&lt;br /&gt;Then I just replied,&lt;br /&gt;"I think you're both"&lt;br /&gt;"I go home already"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he walked real fast out of my cousin's house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was on Good Friday, and he's still ignoring me until now!1!! It's damn irritating I swear. Like, so petty. Worse than girl sia. Heck lah I also ignoring him anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And btw, when he was crying I was laughing cause it's super kua zhang. He's my older brother. I think I really brought down his self esteem alot. He deserves it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway school's been-kind of-great. I'm sitting with Keng Siang now. He's actually quite fun leh!1! Don't know why people-Actually I did as well- disturb him everytime. The jokes are cold, but it's funny. HAHA. And if I don't know anything he'll also help me what. Don't steal his orange nike water bottle and make fun of his pokemon anymore lah! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk imma gonna do Art and Math (: I have to find my history workbook sia, don't know where it went already. But I thought I hand up. Sian. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sms was very sudden, but that's a good thing 8)&lt;br /&gt;bb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-4172936893168510300?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/4172936893168510300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=4172936893168510300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/4172936893168510300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/4172936893168510300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/03/shock.html' title='shock'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-7303148569581823369</id><published>2008-03-22T15:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T15:25:24.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quiz</title><content type='html'>I kno' I haven't been blogging recently, -.- Truth is that I'm busy 8) Kind of I guess. Hah! kk Got this-pretty weird-quiz from Crystal, erh. Yah so must be polite and all and do it right!1! K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'List 10 things that made me happy recently'&lt;br /&gt;Need to list out 10 things and tag 10 people and they'll do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE, I got my contact lens already!1!! Finally 8)&lt;br /&gt;TWO, I have quite alot of $. &lt;br /&gt;THREE, Since I have alot of $, I can go shoppingz.&lt;br /&gt;FOUR, I passed Geography.&lt;br /&gt;FIVE, I passed History.&lt;br /&gt;SIX, I murdered an ant.&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN, I murdered another ant.&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT, Yesterday was Good Friday!&lt;br /&gt;NINE, Today's Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;TEN, Then tomorrow's Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-7303148569581823369?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/7303148569581823369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=7303148569581823369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/7303148569581823369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/7303148569581823369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/03/quiz.html' title='quiz'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-8416520026958619170</id><published>2008-03-19T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T22:26:19.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whoa</title><content type='html'>Stupid optical shop, cheat my feelings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-8416520026958619170?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/8416520026958619170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=8416520026958619170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/8416520026958619170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/8416520026958619170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/03/whoa.html' title='whoa'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-6962584859671425404</id><published>2008-03-15T09:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T09:30:56.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>funniest shit</title><content type='html'>Yesterday went out Mellllyyyyyz&lt;3. Trying to keep this short cuz' yes, I'm still freakin' tired though I just woke up(?). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a lil' bit of confusion but everything was alright. (: L, A, E,J PANGSEH US!1!!!1. -.- But never mind, we forgive you 8). Walked around Marina, I swear we were damn high. We didn't even care where we were walking to. Then we finally noticed we're walking in circles. Haha then the same group of guys at the corner-I think- they were laughing at us cause they thought we're lost? K nvm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Step up 2. Much much muchhhhhhhh better than Step up 1. More street dancing then balletzsz, haha. I still haven't watched L change the world though, damnnxsxzs. &lt;br /&gt;I feel damn dumb I thought a statue was a real man, zomg. Haha Melanie, stop laughing already. And I think we were laughing the loudest in the cinema when the Clear advertisment showed(it's an inside joke). Hahaha Melanie damn cute! She was looking at our seats then when she saw it she was like, "Omg, this sucks". And gave this pissed off-semi shocked look and sat down. Then the row across us was like, empty like #$%^. So we went to sit in the middle. We seriously looked damn pathetic. Like one big row's empty then suddenly in the middle got two loners sitting there. Hahaha then a few minutes later one big group came then we had to go back to our seats, omg funnyyyy. k nvm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus home after that, everyone was so damn quiet though it was so fucking crowded. Then the stupid Indian man(Not being racist, seriously) keep looking at me cause I said "I like black, black is cool, I am Rain". (You know the advertisment!1!!!1!) And I seriously seriously didn't mean to spite him. What the hell! Blame yourself for being so sensitive over racist people who makes fun of blacks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I know think whoever's a racist, they're a conformist as well. Whoever made racism a trend because they think saying the word "BANGLA BANGLA!" is so omg-cool then, ugh. And don't take this to heart, it's just a rant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K anyway, we were the only ones talking in the bus, loudly. I guess because it's peak hours and everyone's tired and everything. But we were really talking+laughing non stop throughout the day o: We really made fun of damn alot of people who walked passed us. We were damn bitch -.-. But it was funny right1!11!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when there's an empty corridor or wide walk space, Melanie and I will surely laugh at something and we'll walk like drunkards. 8) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn high damn high yesterday ^^v.&lt;br /&gt;And some asshole just ruined my morning.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;And this is so not short, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-6962584859671425404?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/6962584859671425404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=6962584859671425404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/6962584859671425404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/6962584859671425404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/03/funniest-shit.html' title='funniest shit'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-2200171557603929045</id><published>2008-03-12T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T20:38:58.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>study</title><content type='html'>Yayz I finally have the "study mood". Been studying Science, Chinese, Math and English. :D Math and English because I'm really deproving, Science cause I'm starting to like it and Chinese cause my mum's nagging about it. Yah got a F9. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left most of my homework under my desk, shitz. Gaaaaah never mind asking people to photocopy, thank you very much! :D But I can't do anything about the workbooks lah, zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my brother also studiedddddd, first time -.- (&lt;i&gt;he's legs look very feminine, seriously&lt;/i&gt;) Then my mother was talking about him being so noob in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I gave you tuition when you were 3 years old. CHINESE tuition"&lt;br /&gt;"I think because you give me too much tuition then I got pissed and had no interest in it"&lt;br /&gt;"I bought you those chinese learning dvds when you were young and let you watch 'em"&lt;br /&gt;(I go extra their conversation)"HAHAH THE LAO SHI ZAO TONG XUE MEN HAO, THAT ONE RIGHT HAHAHAHA"&lt;br /&gt;Cleon:"I found that very irritating"&lt;br /&gt;Mum:"No, you didn't. You automatic go replay the dvd yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;k nvm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's lit, and friday's outing with Melly&lt;3. &lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-2200171557603929045?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/2200171557603929045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=2200171557603929045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/2200171557603929045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/2200171557603929045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/03/study.html' title='study'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-2212986837443715169</id><published>2008-03-11T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T19:31:14.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seven</title><content type='html'>I have to fucking wait for 6-7 fucking days for my fucking contact lens and my fucking spectacles take a fucking 14 fucking days to fucking come, great. Now I'm going to be blind for a week. Kidding, I still have my sparez. I didn't do much today, and yes I've noticed my posts are getting shorter and shorter. Cause yah, holidays do suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-2212986837443715169?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/2212986837443715169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=2212986837443715169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/2212986837443715169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/2212986837443715169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/03/seven.html' title='seven'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-4774676970852759903</id><published>2008-03-10T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T20:30:45.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rain</title><content type='html'>Holidays are going to be #$%^&amp;*. I left half of my homework under my desk, great. And now I have no ask people to photocopy it for me, or I just have to go back to school and get it, but the classrooms are locked. Unless I climb through the damn window but what the heck. Daaaaaaaamn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at Sam's, supposed to go to Liyi's but because Melanie's not going I decided to go to Sam's. Anyway, we kind of had a great time? Yah.. Okay there were some funny moments I guess. Haha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, stupid *. You're fucking irresponsible ya'knw. How can you just last minute say cannot already then want us to solve your fucked up problem. Fuck you. You're the one who last minute say cannot, fine. Then you didn't care anymore, and say "you discuss finish already tell me" wtf? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And #, what's my problem you ask? You. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch movies, and nowadays Singapore getting colder. Global warming. If you see snow don't be shocked. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-4774676970852759903?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/4774676970852759903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=4774676970852759903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/4774676970852759903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/4774676970852759903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/03/rain.html' title='rain'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-511705934290796787</id><published>2008-03-08T20:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T20:49:15.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shadow</title><content type='html'>Supz, Holidays are mugging. Greaaaaaat. Kind of looking forward to it actually. I plan to finish all my homework by tomorrow. ^^V&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-511705934290796787?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/511705934290796787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=511705934290796787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/511705934290796787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/511705934290796787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/03/shadow.html' title='shadow'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-4832833171504947398</id><published>2008-03-08T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T00:57:33.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day</title><content type='html'>Hello! Last day, finally yay. *Jumps around in circles* not. Kind of slack. And every teacher keeps saying "This one week's for studying ah!" Uh. Fine fine. Mug then mug lor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I deproved in most of the subjetcs this year. This term's just pretty ironic. I think in my class, I can easily make bottom 10. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Hong Kong again!(I love their accent, especially if they speak English). On my birthday, -.- what the hell lah please #$%^&amp;*. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-4832833171504947398?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/4832833171504947398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=4832833171504947398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/4832833171504947398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/4832833171504947398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/03/last-day.html' title='last day'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-7664469603634724530</id><published>2008-03-06T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T19:43:02.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jump</title><content type='html'>I thought I was screwed this term (because of those damn results). Thank god I thought wrong lah! I did exceptional well for the rest of the subjects. I've gotten everything back except Literature, which I'm not that worried about. The ironic thing is that those I expected a pass failed, and vice versa. Yes, I passed Geography and History without really mugging for neither at all. Amazingzxsxzxs? Not. It's all on luck. 21/40 and 11/20. It ain't that great. But hey, it's still a pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, english! I dropped like no tomorrow. But I still passed lah of course! If fail I swear I pwn Keng Siang's emoness. Keng Siang was kind of unlucky, failed by 1 mark. He good lah! In the end got this marking error then pass. Hahaha, good for him lor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the last day! And then it's a pathetic one week holiday. I guess I'll be sitting at someplace mugging for Math and English(CHEAT MY FEELINGS SIAL). But nowadays whatever I say doesn't really happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting excited at nothing, no idea why. &lt;br /&gt;My brother's not hot/cute please!&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-7664469603634724530?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/7664469603634724530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=7664469603634724530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/7664469603634724530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/7664469603634724530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/03/jump.html' title='jump'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-8029401179506305461</id><published>2008-03-03T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T22:01:52.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Splat</title><content type='html'>Slack, slack slack. Miss Tan hasn't been coming lately, don't know for fuck. Then cannot get our English and Geog paper lor, pro lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was really very high hee ho with Melanie W and Vionna today, ^^V. What, we had nothing else to do in class. Then went over to Mel W's, we didn't really do much. Watch tv. Disney shit(for music). :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The terrorist's short!1!1!! Teeeeeeeheee. 1.58!1! HAHA. And the police even spite him in the message they sent, &lt;i&gt;"he's short(1.58cm tall)&lt;/i&gt; and he has a limp on his left foot. He's face is everywhere lah please. Ugh, islams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short post bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-8029401179506305461?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/8029401179506305461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=8029401179506305461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/8029401179506305461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/8029401179506305461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/03/splat.html' title='Splat'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-3449858007348276171</id><published>2008-03-02T14:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T14:56:25.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>splatter</title><content type='html'>Yay it's raining. Imma go dance in the rain and do a cliche musicale. Not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-3449858007348276171?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/3449858007348276171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=3449858007348276171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/3449858007348276171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/3449858007348276171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/03/splatter.html' title='splatter'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-2486684503724364880</id><published>2008-03-01T12:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T13:04:01.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony</title><content type='html'>Obviously my latest post didn't really have a positive side to it. But everyone's life has a thorn in it at some point, no? I'm like deleting what I'm typing every 5 seconds, cause I have no idea where to start. Oh yah, sure. The common tests results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's a wee bit ironic that I score without mugging and fail smack down to the bottom for staying up late studying piracy and secret societies in singapore as well as the population growth on earth together with when y is direcly proportional to x it means y=k(x). I haven't gotten back all of the papers yet. But odds are, if I keep this standard up, I can't promote to Secondary 3 express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten back 4 tests already. Home Ecs, Math, Chinese, Science. And when I mean fail I don't mean like those close to passing, when I mean fail I mean F9 types. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home econs, I think I've mentioned it before. I didn't do well. And I haven't given my coursework to Mr Chia(the first ever male home ecs teacher I've come across), so I guess it's a smack down F9 for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't want to talk about Math. Too many careless mistakes and-a few-dont knows gives you a wonderful 9/50. I like Math, I really do. Fine, I used to. But if I can think on the positive side, it'll be, "Some people did worse!" which they did, but I think what counts is your personal grades instead of comparing with others. What right do I have to laugh at them for scoring less than a 9 for Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese, I had a feeling I'd pass. But noooooooooooo. 22/70. I hate mcqs. Mostly it's the mcqs that pull up our marks. I almost had everything wrong for that. It was the open ended that gave me a 22. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science, at least I'm pretty damn happy about this subject. Now here's the irony. A subject that I've been failing for 4 years and had no interest at all(thanks to teo) suddenly jumped 4 grades and the rest of the subjects that I was somewhat okay with-or liked-failed. Yeah I'm pretty satisfied about my Science. Actually I'm very satisfied with it. F9 to C5. Thanks to Madam Riza of course! Much better teacher than the rest. So far the best I've had. Sorry for this sudden mood swing. Okay sudden mood swing's contradicting cause mood swings are already sudden. What the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I haven't gotten back my favourite subject(s), Literature and English. I know a few classes who got back Lit already, but they didn't score very well. Which obviously makes me fucking worried right! If I fail another damn subject I'll emo like no tomorrow already please. But I think I'll fail Geography and History, so that's an exception I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my future job will be a psychologist. Like what Vionna wants to be. If I cure people's mental breakdown it'll make me feel happier at least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still tired over yesterday's concert. It was kind of nice. Watching grown ups dance like no life. Kidding. But yah, it was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm taking studies too seriously, not. Must mug during holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-2486684503724364880?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/2486684503724364880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=2486684503724364880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/2486684503724364880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/2486684503724364880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/03/irony.html' title='Irony'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-6286138063547997793</id><published>2008-02-28T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T19:08:27.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unlucky</title><content type='html'>Fuck it. Stupid tests, stupid bus, stupid everything. Fuck it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-6286138063547997793?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/6286138063547997793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=6286138063547997793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/6286138063547997793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/6286138063547997793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/02/unlucky.html' title='unlucky'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-3598062042349170178</id><published>2008-02-27T16:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T16:20:37.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stumble</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2"&gt;HAPPPPPPY BIRTHDAY JILLIAAAAAAAAAN&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(your hands will grow dun' worry!)&lt;br /&gt;Crapz, I forgotten to bring her present. Nevermind, tomorrow bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh today was so so. I'm seriously slow cause I had no idea it was week nine of term one. I thought it was seven or something. Oh well. YAYZ ONEZ MOREZ WEEKZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I think I'm going to be disappointed in my results cause everyone's like "your class didn't do well your class didn't do well". What the hell! And I &lt;i&gt;"mugged"&lt;/i&gt; for nothing then? I'm crushed and stamped by the people around me, the world! Oh it's falling down on me, crashing and crashing till nothing's left.. k wtf sorry I'm just attempting to imitate somebody who over exaggerates alot, stupid melodramatic person. You're lame, rock on! *Does that look like spider man sign thing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I failed Home Ecs already. But it wasn't suprising, at all. So it's okay I guess. Who cares about it anyway. No one's going to take F&amp;amp;N for O's. Then my chinese teacher said that only 6(out of 20 students) passed chinese. Crap I'm defintaely not one of those 6. I have to buck up on my chinese. I bet now even a bangala can speak chinese better than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving for horror movies now. No idea why. The Eye! Mata. Whoo. Yah I learnt a new malay word today. k not only one. I mean like, I'm just learning malay now lah walao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today everyone keep playing with frogs, they're small. And one died. R.I.P Ginny. Sorry I just called it Ginny cuz' I have no idea what it's real name the frog parents named.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-3598062042349170178?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/3598062042349170178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=3598062042349170178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/3598062042349170178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/3598062042349170178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/02/stumble.html' title='Stumble'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-6772433016385111324</id><published>2008-02-26T20:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T20:34:56.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H' PPY BIRTHDATE DADDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a watch, &lt;i&gt;not that pasar malam cheapskate ones&lt;/i&gt;, hope he likes it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my url cause people don't know what it means and it's too long and, k that's it. ^^v.&lt;br /&gt;And I guess I really prefer simple layouts, cause I got bored of that other one a little too quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's been happening k, except the fact that I'm kind of a bug magnet today -.- Arghs bugs, squash all of them under my feet. Irritating small crawly pieces of, damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home econs is getting more slack then evaz. I think it's worse than my science last year-my science has been improving alot now tyvm-cause now we're not doing anything for home econs at all, k hardly, not not doing anything. But we're changing relief teachers every week, and it's ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm so study conscious nowadays, cuz' I-yes I have-noticed that I'm ranting about teachers and schoolwork in almost every post. But that's a good thing, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to quit guitar, Spencer's leaving anyway. No time for us, what the hell! Ah can't blame him, his life. And furthermore it kind of clashes with Choir, so it's fucking annoying. Maybe I'll be learning drums/piano. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I have been thinking about what I'm going to be when I grow up, yah lah I childish cannot meh. I was thinking music, or art. I roughly decided art. Local music can't really get you anywhere anyway, the most only asia(cheena music), so what's the point. But art can be many things so I'm confused dammit. Aiya just take art as O's subject. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch movies, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-6772433016385111324?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/6772433016385111324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=6772433016385111324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/6772433016385111324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/6772433016385111324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/02/kick.html' title='Kick'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-354780312842418417</id><published>2008-02-23T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T23:27:53.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonding</title><content type='html'>Ah gong and Ah mas are cute. And one one them keep coming back to take our barang barang(?)&lt;br /&gt;I get a little too jealous when I see families so close together. What the fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-354780312842418417?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/354780312842418417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=354780312842418417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/354780312842418417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/354780312842418417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/02/bonding.html' title='Bonding'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-2374801185306159239</id><published>2008-02-21T17:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T17:49:56.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crumple</title><content type='html'>Cts are over. I don't think I'm going to do that well overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having alot of mood swings lately, no idea why. But mostly it's in the day I'll be okay and at night I'll start to suan everyone. Oh my god I feel so gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's OLE, ah gongs and ah mas are coming over. I know Vionna's damn excited lah. (: But I think our class'll suck cause we slacked today and almost did nothing. But it was very funny. And I don't see what's so bad about me being alittle too direct allllllll the time.  I mean someone had to tell the teacher Melanie Leong wasn't in our group team whatever right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher,"Eh how come your group have 9 people, someone go to the other group"&lt;br /&gt;The rest of us,"Erh.. erh.. uh.." keep spamming erhs for 5 minutes at least.&lt;br /&gt;Charlene the direct bitch, "She not in our group what"&lt;br /&gt;Eric then whispers to Belle, "Finally someone said it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's like, she wants to be forgiven yet she told Samantha that we bitch about Samantha until she cry. ?! What's your problem woman. And furthermore we didn't, you were the one who said all those mean things about her behind her back. And I thought I should forgive you. Now you're just sucking up to Priscilla, then you make her feel so awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to safra, Wei Bin and Yong Hao's sucide was funny. Bye. I want play mahjong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-2374801185306159239?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/2374801185306159239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=2374801185306159239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/2374801185306159239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/2374801185306159239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/02/crumple.html' title='Crumple'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-8690049613813753959</id><published>2008-02-20T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T21:04:27.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Essential</title><content type='html'>I think Ngee Ann's a little too bored, that's why they shorten our examination time so that they'll laugh their asses off after we fail. And the blisterzxsxzx zomg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-8690049613813753959?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/8690049613813753959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=8690049613813753959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/8690049613813753959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/8690049613813753959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/02/essential.html' title='Essential'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-6388020000273285844</id><published>2008-02-19T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T23:00:04.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comeuppance</title><content type='html'>Common tests weren't as hard as they seemed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except history lah walao cb lj lavania. I wrote it like literature already. Zero for Charlene. Great. Nice one lavania, niceeeeeeeee one. bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think I'm going to pass Science, whoooo. And chinese, k I have always passed chinese but this time maybe improved or something I don't know. Geography was alittle hard. I have this 0.01% feeling that I'm passing.  English no need to say anything. Omg so ego. LOL. But it's true, I don't think anyone's going to fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who gives a fuck about HE, and I'm suprisingly not worried for Math. Cause I figured about proportion already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye lah tomorrow literature finally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-6388020000273285844?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/6388020000273285844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=6388020000273285844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/6388020000273285844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/6388020000273285844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/02/comeuppance.html' title='Comeuppance'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-7172983681525751054</id><published>2008-02-17T10:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T14:12:14.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reverie</title><content type='html'>Walaoz tomorrow common t's, die already for history. -.- Damn it. Stupid sang nila utama, everyone went to sentosa before watch merlion talk the kok already please. Waste your one period then say we still don't bother you're the one not bothering lah, bitch. Yah the only thing I learnt in history is Sang Nila Utama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay common tests are tomorrow and I'm a bit worried. But at least not as worried as last year, cause I pay attention during lessons now ^^v. Geography only study 11 pages wtf then history 3 chapters what shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to mug with Melanie W but I think she still sleeping, HAHAHA. k bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You say you can't control me, why have me in the first place. You can't accept who I am, fine. But you don't have to vent it on Daddy and Cleon, and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop saying that I'm self pitying myself when you're the one doing so. I don't find myself sad, miserable or fucked up at all. Even I do, the last thing I'd want is pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're always the one contradicting yourself. And blame me for it. No one is perfect, if you want me to be a perfectionist, you might as well kill me already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You'd scold me when-yes I admit it I was wrong last time-I did something wrong in the past. I changed, and got neither praise nor compliment, fine. I don't need them anyway. But isn't it alittle unreasonable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"You need anything from popular? Stationary? Assessments?"&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;"You need Assessments! You must study! Everytime go out and play!..."&lt;br /&gt;Why ask me that question in the first place then! Bitch, it's not like I can read your mind and will go along with whatever you're thinking or want me to say right, fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;YES, I am old and have wings already. Oh you want me to be independent as well. See what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't want to listen to my/our point of view(s), your loss. Stop thinking that everyone's mindset is identical to yours. If that was true everyone's their own mother already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop telling fiction stories to Daddy and Cleon. When the fuck did I say I blamed you? And when the fuck did I say I was always right? Fucked up lah you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're also damn hypocrite. You don't like Daddy's side of the family then say lah! No need to bitch about them to me and Cleon right! Biased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was starting to &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; hate you, and then today happened. Fuck I hated you ever since I was 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch I'm not fit to be your daughter, seriously. I'm &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; not fit to be. You already have Cleon what. Stop spiting me because of him. I know I can't live up to your expectations, you just have to deal with it. And stop forcing me to do things that I don't want to do. You don't deserve my tears bitch. If you think I'm fucked up, I advice you to take a world tour. Go figure.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope I do well in Science and Geography, especially Science. ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-7172983681525751054?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/7172983681525751054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=7172983681525751054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/7172983681525751054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/7172983681525751054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/02/reverie.html' title='Reverie'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-846837914196085946</id><published>2008-02-15T16:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T23:37:10.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preposterous</title><content type='html'>Oh great, I got a chance to go Heeren today but didn't. Why lah Charlene why. -.- kk I was thinking, "What the hell, later my results suck like cb then I'll feel damn fucked again, sian" and didn't go. -.- and even if I did I wanted to be back early to study so like what's the use. SORRY KERRALINE. After exams (: Can ask Shu Jun along as well o:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kkkkkkkkkk today was slack. Cause it's a friday. Fridays are always damn slack one lah what the hell. Some Hong Kong people came. o: Luciaaaaaaaaaa. Walao their uniforms are damn cute I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was somehow also like, k everybody were bitching about everybody. Or maybe not, just bitching about #. Yeap, k basically bitched about #. God, why am I being so long winded dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neeeewayzzz, we have our own rights to choose our own friends, who are you to judge eh #. It's not like you own them. And stop being such a hypocritical two-faced self centered person. Oh and stop being an attention seeker. AND stop it with all the "ohmygod I have alot of-upper secondary-friends and they oh so love me and if you insult me in any way you'll get it" indirectly said shit. Sorry to say at least 90% of them dislike you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vionna's damn cuteeee! She's like slow, but in a cute way. And it's a good thing! Hahaha. Now you know Vionna, now you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I haven't asked my parents about that Hong Kong trip for choir, but maybe they wouldn't want me to go cause I just went to Hong Kong last december. Ahlasdhdjla but I want to go lah. Sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa sian, k go study history already. BYEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;I've become a nerd, hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A pretty long edit:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay suddenly I'm in a bad mood. Well kind, of. I think. Don't want to talk about it. My throat still pain sia, I don't want to fall sick right before the common t's. It's like when I'm sick, I'll be in a bad mood. Then I'd feel pek chek then don't want study. But if I don't study then the results will also make me pek chek. Zomg.(hah?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been bitching about every single girl in our class. Isn't that a bit too much? Calling V ugly doesn't make you any prettier. And not being offensive but I think she's a better person than you. Both in attitude and in looks. Get over it #. You can't have every single person in this entire big fucking world to fucking love you to bits. The more you pursue, the more we hate. It's very obvious you're trying to be the centre of attention at all times. No one is perfect. Your life can't be like what you see on your favourite drama serials. You have to face reality woman. And when I say that it means that almost everyone hates you. Please, stop seducing guys. They'll be even more turned off. I'm saying this for your own good(god now i just sound like your mom). But yah, wake up from your bitchland already. Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly my mood's getting better. :D. Thank you, A. (: I know you hardly read lah but thanks lah! And don't use your sarcasm on me please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee &lt;s&gt;your mother&lt;/s&gt; you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-846837914196085946?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/846837914196085946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=846837914196085946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/846837914196085946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/846837914196085946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/02/preposterous.html' title='Preposterous'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-188664789554919169</id><published>2008-02-15T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T01:22:45.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fickle minded</title><content type='html'>I seriously seriously want to imigrate to some not so well known country or something. I think Singapore's just too cliche at times, seriously seriously. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess some people can be way too fickle minded. But oh well, who am I to judge them. Their lives, not mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm deproving in certain areas, I think. But at least one of 'em doesn't consist of my education, thank god for that. Hey, I've been really studying these past few days. I'm kind of in a study mood now as well. Starting to get confident over Science, fascinating. Madam Riza's a much better teacher then my previous. She just has this tone in her voice that makes the class want to concentrate I guess, somehow she just does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I just noticed that I use way too many smileys via sms/msn or something. I think it's childish. And ^^v&lt;- is not "acting cute" please. You mean you don't twist and smile and the camera or something. I don't get why 1234 people say that it is. I use that smiley to guai lan people k, hah I got my ways of doing so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take up some new hobby after the common ts. No idea what yet, but I'll figure it out I guess. I'm striving to become a better person. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melanie Wong, you're the best of the best. Love you best friend, &lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-188664789554919169?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/188664789554919169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=188664789554919169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/188664789554919169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/188664789554919169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/02/fickle-minded.html' title='Fickle minded'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-871229713322351146</id><published>2008-02-13T19:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T20:21:55.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cogitation</title><content type='html'>Zup zup zup(?!), yah falling in love with P!ATD again. :D Whooo, finally an update. God Charlene you're such a slow f. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neeeeeewayz, tomorrow's Valentine's yada yada. Aiya Happy Valentine's lah! (: Haha I like it when ks says marshmallow. That's why I'm such a bitch to ask him questions whereas the answer is marshmallow and I'll laugh my ass off. Yet he doesn't know, ks is realy fast huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common tests next week, mug study mug study mug study. I have a pretty good feeling for Science, and maybe alittle confident about Literature and English. But, definately not History. Dammit, I think the hist teacher is damn slack. And she blames us for it. Wa lao people put hand on the mouth and turn to the friend doesn't mean talking please. Get your facts right before accusing someone woman. What's there to not scold you scold, what's there to scold you still scold. Arghjanlsdfs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go Heeren but everyone's mugging now, :D. I'm kind of studying as well I guess, I think, should be. I can feel myself(wtf) improving and everything. And I don't know why I seem to have the mood to study this year, yah. Unlike last, ^^v. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh maybe I can buy the things I want by next week, yah. Yayz, whatever bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;p.s: I changed my tagboard cause I forgotten my cbox password, doi.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-871229713322351146?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/871229713322351146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=871229713322351146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/871229713322351146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/871229713322351146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/02/cogitation.html' title='Cogitation'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-7093509401126577938</id><published>2008-02-10T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T11:08:18.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Walao, walao, walao. -.- I want to go out out out lahzsx. Hoooooooooooooooooodies. Shit. I'm obsessed already. Dammit dammit dammit. Walaoooooooooz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tuppidzxs bl0qqerxs dduNcH wArnTxz tUhhH Fiix Ee bL0qqerrzxz pReeviiIewzSx. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghs. Bye. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-7093509401126577938?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/7093509401126577938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=7093509401126577938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/7093509401126577938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/7093509401126577938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/02/walao-walao-walao.html' title=''/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-8792161386137361237</id><published>2008-02-06T19:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T19:41:41.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Selamat Tahun Baru Cina&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year, (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm not sure if the malay way of saying Happy Chinese New Year's supposed to be said that way but I kind of trust my -not so- reliable source that gave me that information :D Everyone's "Happy Chinese New Year!" this and "Xin Nian Kuai Le!" that. I figured it'd be better if I were to be a unique bitchass where everyone'll think I'm crazy by changing it alil', ...not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why I haven't been blogging, I guess I'm just not in the mood shooze cooze to do so. Yeap, must be why. Hah. Oh psst, I've noticed that alot -not being a egoistic asshole here- of people read my blog but not many tag it, hmm. I guess I'll figure that out sooner or later. -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eveeeeee of chinese new year's great!1!! Not. Reunion dinners are booooring, kua kua kua. Well for today it is. Oh and I'm typing this while the dinner's still on, so hah look how disrespectful/irresponsible/rude/bo bian person I can be. But if you were in my place, I bet you'll understand that I have my own reasons of keeping myself locked up in my room while the rests' outside watching some cheena program.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hope tomorrow will be 12839384903284 times better, &lt;br /&gt;Hope tomorrow will be 12839384903284 times better,&lt;br /&gt;Hope tomorrow will be 12839384903284 times better,&lt;br /&gt;Hope tomorrow will be 12839384903284 times better,&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a, bitch. Too bad for me lor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the cheena show wasn't that bad after all. I cried at the ending, o:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a change of blogskin, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-8792161386137361237?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/8792161386137361237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=8792161386137361237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/8792161386137361237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/8792161386137361237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/02/selamat-tahun-cina-happy-chinese-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-4089288914342245138</id><published>2008-02-02T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T20:49:44.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's time to work hard. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-4089288914342245138?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/4089288914342245138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=4089288914342245138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/4089288914342245138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/4089288914342245138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-time-to-work-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-30619632179322659</id><published>2008-02-01T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T14:03:03.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay CNY.. not. I still haven't bought that chain thingy for the necklace thingy though(wa lau yes I haven't even wear yet break already cb cb cb) And furthermore it's a Forever 21 necklace, wth? kk nvm just go Aries and buy or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning everyone was super emo? Different reasons for different people. k and I got emo for no reason at all. Vionna was asking me why I was emo and I had no idea how to answer her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why you suddenly so emo?"&lt;br /&gt;*Pauses for awhile*"No idea"&lt;br /&gt;"Haha, when you emo you guai lan alot of people leh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k the way she said it was kind of funny. I'm only laughing at it now though. HAHAHA. Vionna's so cute! :D But the weird thing after English suddenly everyone happy happy jump around already. k maybe not the jumping around part but yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today English was fun :D Kept playing that eastoftheweb popword thingy game stuff. Everyone was addicted and high. Whooyay, I beat Ms Tan. o: Hahaha k whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why now the people I hate are becoming more.. more.. hateful. It's like they're purposely suaning me so that I could hate them more and they can laugh their asses off. Maybe that didn't make sense at all -.- But damn sian. Like the way she keeps saying hi, the way he keeps shouting in class, the way he acts big. k another thing, I hate it when people buy/do/read whatever I buy/do/read now. k maybe only for certain people I do. Like, I don't know I find it damn irritating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlene's a bitch, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-30619632179322659?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/30619632179322659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=30619632179322659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/30619632179322659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/30619632179322659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/02/yay-cny.html' title=''/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-4818415781180861126</id><published>2008-01-30T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T19:58:15.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel damn tired nowadays, no idea why. Ugh. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science test tomorrow. Yes yes I'm studying. Well, studying alittle bit. I don't want to go blank on every single Science test I do. I know it's super last minute but I'll get through it I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From today ownwards, I think I'll be having two recesses. *Smiles* One's together with everyone else and the other's some form of lunch break or something, I have no idea. Neither do I know why only my class has it, or something. Cause I definately din' see other classes present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh Chinese damn slack, cause our teacher didn't come. The relief teacher was haaaaaaawt. But damn cb. You sleep in class still dare to scold us, what kind of shit is this. Yah he was sleeping in class, damn funny. Jing Rui toke a picture of it or something. k so he scolded us for not doing the zuo wen thing, when it's some form of test I dont know, then he forced us to hand it up. I only wrote two lines. &lt;br /&gt;But Jillian as well, so what the heck (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh! I finally know why my class bullies the chairman already. It's like he has this innocent face but actually he's some cunning devil inside. And he kind of abuses his.. his.. chairmaness(?). Ah hate him like kok now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she also now getting very irritating. Feel like slapping the kokshit out of her. STOP BEING SO INSULTING LAH. You think you big then you big ah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm over obsessed with Forever 21's hoodies! I want the robot and boombox one!! But I bet in Singapore they'll be selling it for like 50 to 60 plus. Then America sell 10to 20 plus. damn damn damn, cb. (I know I &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; another thing but I'm still not a spoilt brat, you know I'm talking about &lt;b&gt;you.&lt;/b&gt; :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kkkkkkk. M YOU ROCK TOO. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALISON. L' YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-4818415781180861126?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/4818415781180861126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=4818415781180861126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/4818415781180861126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/4818415781180861126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-feel-damn-tired-nowadays-no-idea-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-277142678620178840</id><published>2008-01-28T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T20:23:38.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi hello, nothing really happened. -.- School's school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K so in the morning I was almost late for school. Like cause I lost my contact lens case. I know, wtf. Where got people lose contact lens case one lor, so big. Me lor. I woke up late already then cannot find it, oh my. Then just rush out, got damn angry though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my brother has diarrohea as well. v^^v So he din' go to school today, lazy fuck. kk I also never go school because of that once, but hey. I had a bad headache and alittle fever too k, so I guess it isn't counted. Watery shit isn't good enough a excuse to skip school brother, sheesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think English's super slack. Like, k I think it's just damn slack. Soo yah. I bet 2R2 won't do that well for English this year. kkkk but I like English. So maybe some of us will do alittle better. Omg so ego. -.- Shut up Charlene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate MT cause it's damn, boring. kk I've said this before but today's lesson was like super boring. I swear I hate A? Like he always like to kao pei teachers. For what? Everytime hear his voice want to slap him until he dies already. I can tell some of the teachers are irritated as well. Guai lan kia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I kind of enjoyed today's Science lesson. Cause' I understood what Madam Riza said and I could do the worksheet w/o copying from Zi Hao, Edwin, Bryan or some other random smart fuck.(k Bryan's not smart cause he claims he got last in class overall last year but I still copy from him anyway, that's how weak my science is) ^^v I think I'm going to improve this year. And I couldn't understand what a Science teacher was saying for liek 2 years. Till today of course :D Yayz mez. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Melanie W's aunt's house again. :D Talked about the banner stuff and stuff(?). k so I went back home. Took a BUS. I swear I was damn tempted for a taxi though like it's fucking near my house actually. And so guai lan nowadays the taxis, people trying to resist already then like 4 or 5 empty ones just zoom pass. Then now taxi fare also so high, -.- Siaaaaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah and I found my contact lens case already. HAHAHA. bye bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-277142678620178840?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/277142678620178840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=277142678620178840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/277142678620178840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/277142678620178840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/01/hi-hello-nothing-really-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-2436500784000891572</id><published>2008-01-26T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T21:07:08.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sian, boring, sian, boring, siaaaaaaaaaaan. Din' go for Choir, cause felt sick. And I woke up late, -.- So.. hahaha. Yup. Sick means I stayed at home, ugh. But not for the whole day. Had to go for tuition of course :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay I don't know whether it's racist? But I don't think it is. So like k I was walking in the void deck to get to the bus stop. Then I have no idea why, like a dozen indians(I'm not going to say names cause it's rude and racist -.-) were sleeping at the void deck. I swear I was damn scared to pass them. I have no idea why I was scared, I just was. So like I walked one big round just to avoid a bunch of &lt;s&gt;bangalas&lt;/s&gt; construction workers sleeping at the void deck. UGH. Why do they even sleep there anyway? Of all blocks, you choose mine. Great. k maybe not mine, but the one I live in. Ah what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition was fun again. Algebra, algebra, algebra. :D Just found out there's a joker in my class. God I'm slow. -.- And today time passed quite fast. :D k maybe because we were doing Algebra that's why :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back home, YAY DADZ FETCHED MEZ. Yah k whatever. Hah. Oh, I want a Red Hoooooodieeeeeeee. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Edit:&lt;br /&gt;I just noticed today's post is only about one particular unimportant event, god my life is so dull -.-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-2436500784000891572?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/2436500784000891572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=2436500784000891572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/2436500784000891572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/2436500784000891572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/01/sian-boring-sian-boring-siaaaaaaaaaaan.html' title=''/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-7565597107872977447</id><published>2008-01-25T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T14:02:18.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sick. I have severe headaches and dia.. diar.. forget it I have no idea how it's spelt. But that was yesterday actually :D, feeling alittle better today, yah. But I think I had a little morning flu in the morning(? HAHAHA). I guess it should be fine now. *Smiles like some cb*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I think it's going to be a short post? Though I know I haven't posted for three days. Cus' I think I forgotten at least half of what I did since Wednesday.&lt;/s&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so on Wed I totally forgotten what happened in school, but I figured it's nothing important cus' if it is, I'd remember it right?! Sheesh. I'm crapping. -_- But after that I went to ECP for DDR and Para again? Not sure, should be hor. Was it Wednesday? Yah okay it was. Din' play that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked and bitched with Cindy after that. Seriously, everyone will change after secondary school? Okay excluding all those kuku people that I know of. Like I remember in Primary 6 we used to have this bond thing? And it got totally ruined cause of different schools *rolls eyes like fuck*. Like, only me and Cindy's still close, maybe even closer. (: Then the rest go make other friends and all that. Siaaaaaan, I've been saying alot of sian nowadays. /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I din' go to school on Thursday. And no, I'm not going to make it a habit again of skipping school every 1,2 weeks or so. I'M REALLY SICK K. I think ponteng's a damn ah lian word now. That's just what I think, so like. Yah. Or maybe it has always been and I was too slow to notice it. And yes, I rotted at home yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear today was damn, I don't know. I felt damn sick and tired. Suay suay(?) all the teachers with the most monotoned voice were first. Like more than half the class was sleeping, seriously. But I had no idea why, after recess got much better. Home Economics was damn funny though. Yah yah, our teacher's boring as fuck but it was because of that it's funny. Like everyone's replying in some pek chek voice. Hilarious. Eric tried to be a joker or something. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cher', can off the lights?"&lt;br /&gt;"Huh for what?"&lt;br /&gt;"Got better atmosphere(?) of the powerpoint slide lah cher'"&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, okay okay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Eric just did that to sleep? HAHAHA, I feel damn noob now. -_- kk I found out that my teacher can't answer alot of questions that I ask. Like everything I ask she'll reply something that is super random. And has nothing to do with the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think today was damn slack, like we watched Zathura and Ella Enchanted. Okay I din' watch it. I was asleep the whole time. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-7565597107872977447?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/7565597107872977447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=7565597107872977447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/7565597107872977447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/7565597107872977447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-7105895540229906674</id><published>2008-01-22T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T22:23:21.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To unexplain the unforgivable, drain all the blood and give the kids a show</title><content type='html'>I swear Tuesdays are the worst shit of the week now. Like rush this and all that. Damn irritating. And today I keep forgetting to bring stuff and all that. And I have to tell that I don't have mc thing to Miss Tan(Omg noob). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of forgotten what I did during lessons. Sleep or something I guess. Mr Chong's super funny. Jing Rui was pushing someone, I forgotten who, like those damn kua zhang pushes?! Then Mr Chong was telling Eric, Liyeng and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are they acting?"&lt;br /&gt;Then we were laughing cause it's funny?&lt;br /&gt;"Hey what's so funny? Don't laugh at this. It's not a joke. You want me minus your value marks?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH. Mr Chong's a cuteass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly think that's the only exciting(?) thing that happened. Yah, monotonez. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir was quite, the same I think. I cannot memorize the damn chinese new year songs. -_- Then after choir had to rush to guitar(siaaaaaan). I swear today I damn cb at guitar today. Like, cause my contact lens were dried up so I couldn't really see the notes. Like E and F also cannot see. Damn kua zhang, really! Then I keep playing wrong and Spencer keep scolding. Can tell he damn pek chek with me or something. OH Spencer's leaving cause he say he got no time(ugh). But he say he'll get a better teacher. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking tired bodoh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-7105895540229906674?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/7105895540229906674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=7105895540229906674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/7105895540229906674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/7105895540229906674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/01/to-unexplain-unforgivable-drain-all.html' title='To unexplain the unforgivable, drain all the blood and give the kids a show'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-9135414272845056896</id><published>2008-01-21T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T20:10:52.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>By streetlights this dark night, a séance down below.</title><content type='html'>School school school. You're getting more boring by the day you kno'. My form teacher's already boring enough. So she asked me for a mc and I lied that I din' bring it. Oh well. Tomorrow just have to say lost it then. Or something. HAHA OK I FEEL DAMN NOOB, nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reeeeeeecess. Was so weird today. Like not like my normal recess. I don't know what I'm talking about, nvm. Again. Maybe the difference was that I finally tried the canteen food this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then then chinese. I like standing outside of the class. Much better than her lessons. HAH. No offence to her tho', (not like she reads my blog or something, wdh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teachers are damn boring, damn boring, damn boring. I swear. I think the principal purposely pushed all the monotone voiced teachers to our class cause he has a grudge against us. Like how we spiked his coffee until he had food poisoning. Guess we deserve it or something right. Oh we're so evil. Oh, I was joking about the spiking his coffee food poisoning stuff. If you really believed it, I feel sorry for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat beside Jing Rui during math, funny as hell. He started saying all those jungle shit that made me laugh till I had no energy to do my work(!?). He claims our school's in a jungle just because there were crickets making a hell lot of noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wa our school in a jungle, there got one Orang Utan(?) here."&lt;br /&gt;He's pointing at the girl in front, soo.. if you know 2R2's seating then I think you'll be laughing now.&lt;br /&gt;"Then got one baby chimpanzee(?!?!!?)"&lt;br /&gt;He's pointing at the guy sitting beside the "Orang Utan", so. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he just keeps saying, "Omg a baby chimpanzee can hold a pen, omg it can speak english, chinese, french(haha)," and all that bullshit? It was hell lot funny at that time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I slacked at Melanie W's grandma's house again this week. We talked like bitches. For like, 5 hours or so. o: Hahaha. It's fun talking to her. Aye, I think we're like both in the same boat. Cause we're both like, kind of neutral among friends. Seriously. I'm always in between cliques. (: So we should understand each other or something? I don't know. Hahahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random&amp;Scientific(?, whoa): Whenever lizards make those clicking sounds, it means that they're having sex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha, k bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-9135414272845056896?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/9135414272845056896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=9135414272845056896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/9135414272845056896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/9135414272845056896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/01/by-streetlights-this-dark-night-sance.html' title='By streetlights this dark night, a séance down below.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-6398557534951871475</id><published>2008-01-20T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T12:50:04.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the street, down to your feet, losing the feeling of feeling unique</title><content type='html'>Ohmytian(wt shit, hah)! Finally. I'm such a clutz I swear. I keep screwing up my layout. It's damn. Aye aye, at least it's fine now right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, so went to Choir yesterday. Yes lah I went for my cca, what's the big deal. Choir is damn fun, (: After that was slackerz atz Qu3 jAyY'z with Cindy and Jane. Cb I hate Mac Delivery. It takes damn long. o: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was tuition, Algebraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. I love you. (: I love Math only because of it. :D I pwned. k maybe not. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, was fucking tired bodohz. Then I tried to fix this damn layout problem, but. Hah. kkkkkkk, it's fine now it's fine now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a desktop. For my birthday. (: And that's like, 432482930 months later lah so forget it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My audition's stillllllll, can't work. (no life no life) Dammit. Ah. I want to go somewhere to camwhore like siaoz. Punggol Beach. :D Or some train tracks. I just want to go out, shitz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this feeling that I'm getting more stupid everyday.(?!) I really have to study like kok now. -_- Especially Science. And I think I'll have a yellow form tomorrow. -_- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that me changing all these tagboards are irritating. But I keep forgetting the passwords. Ugh. kk bye! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-6398557534951871475?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/6398557534951871475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=6398557534951871475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/6398557534951871475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/6398557534951871475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-to-street-down-to-your-feet-losing.html' title='Back to the street, down to your feet, losing the feeling of feeling unique'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-6144717651939813501</id><published>2008-01-18T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T17:19:55.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the streets where we began. Feeling as good as lovers can, you know</title><content type='html'>Okay, I didn't attend school today. Nono, not because of the Seoul Garden thing k. Hahaha as my funneh class assumes. I don't have stomachache or something! Haha, I have, erh whatchacallit, FEVER. Hahaha. Kind of kind of. But I think it's gone already. o: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I keep having this terrible headache and have this feeling like I'm going to throw up any second. K, gotta go to the doctors' afterwards. Kind of unwilling to tho, I mean it's always crowded there. Arghs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audition! :D *Gives a yay-it-finally-can-work smile*. Okay it did like a few minutes ago. Until I alt tabbed it and the patch's like, corrupted or something. So I have to repatch it manually I guess. Sucks to da corez. The ballroom mode and bboy mode pwnzxsxzxs, love it love it. (K this paragraph sound so omg-hi-im-a-no-lifer ish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I neeeeeeeeed $, and yes. I've noticed I've said that in two recent posts already. Money can't give happiness. I think otherwise, money is happiness. Hah k, maybe only for my current situation it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY's in exactly 3 weeks time!(I think). Whoooo yay haaaaaaaah.(?!) I don't know why I'm excited for CNY 2008. I hardly get excited over these annual occasions. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P!ATD'S NEW SONG PWNS&lt;br /&gt;P!ATD'S NEW SONG PWNS&lt;br /&gt;P!ATD'S NEW SONG PWNS&lt;br /&gt;P!ATD'S NEW SONG PWNS&lt;br /&gt;P!ATD'S NEW SONG PWNS&lt;br /&gt;P!ATD'S NEW SONG PWNS&lt;br /&gt;P!ATD'S NEW SONG PWNS&lt;br /&gt;P!ATD'S NEW SONG PWNS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha yah. They're hawtter as evaz now! *Hyperventilates*. Ah I love Brendon and Ryan! Still the hotttttttest, :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random: I need a change of blogskin but oh my dearest Blogger's previews suck dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panic! @ the disco. :D MwWaRrKsXZs LuRbB3zxS UuEe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-6144717651939813501?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/6144717651939813501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=6144717651939813501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/6144717651939813501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/6144717651939813501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-to-streets-where-we-began-feeling.html' title='Back to the streets where we began. Feeling as good as lovers can, you know'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-2781027368378955778</id><published>2008-01-17T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T18:32:27.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the shadow of the day, will embrace the world in grey. And the sun will set for you</title><content type='html'>School was kind of fuuuun today. Forget what I said about school yesterday. :D She didn't come to school o: Slackzxs like fuck today. Kind of. Ah I saw a hot teacher? K he was okay lah, but I mean like. What are the odds of bumping into a hot teacher. Hardly any. o: Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, not many went to Seoul Garden. Pathetic, 5. Hahaha. But it was kind of fun. Laughed alot and all that. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch One Missed Call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wth, why this post so short. Cause it's not that it's long. BuUhByEeXzxs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27581554-2781027368378955778?l=damnthedamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/2781027368378955778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27581554&amp;postID=2781027368378955778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/2781027368378955778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27581554/posts/default/2781027368378955778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnthedamsel.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-shadow-of-day-will-embrace-world-in.html' title='And the shadow of the day, will embrace the world in grey. And the sun will set for you'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971491605549454222</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-27581554.post-418049337477921843</id><published>2008-01-16T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T23:25:54.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the worst that I can say? Things are better if I stay.So long and goodnight, so long and goodnight</title><content type='html'>Qreofagh. School's not the same. Don't ask me why. I have no idea either. There's just something missing, I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seoul Garden tomorrow, still have no idea what to give Eugene Eng -_-. And I haven't give Li Yi and Yong Hao anything either. Ah I'll figure it out somehow. I have this feeling? That not many will go for Seoul Garden tomorrow? Ah I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go for accent class(?), or whatever they call it. Haha. I find that Americans have the kewlestzxs accent kno.:D I want to have a unique(like that's possible) accent or an American one.(: If I like, self change(?) my accent, I think people'll think I'm some crazy bitch or something. But since I'm saying it now, maybe they won't. -.- And I just noticed I don't acheive at least half the goals I set. Maybe that's another goal for me. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still as slackerz as eva. -_- Like I don't touch my homework at all till the next day? Oh great another goal. It's getting real annoying. If you see me not doing homework, or just lazying(?) around. Slap me, seriously. And now I need $ badly. I should've disobeyed my parents and went along with getting a job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum's getting reaaaaally annoying. And scolding me for no reason. May be stress or something. Work, most probably. I don't think they're getting that already, cause now they're as close as everz. Thank god thank god. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that alot of people are being real attention seekers. Of course it's annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk this is one of my oh-so-random-cause-nothing-to-say posts. Sheesh. 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