<?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-9014052274745921341</id><updated>2011-08-02T10:37:42.478+08:00</updated><category term='Drama'/><title type='text'>I'm lost in this dream.</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>149</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-3482411016335082365</id><published>2009-09-01T15:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T16:19:47.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whirlwind</title><content type='html'>The teachers' day performance yesterday was nice. Most of us were having fun. There was singing and dancing, especially singing which came in abundance this year. The emcees were funny too, especally Aqil who really got the crowd cracking up. When he got Azrayna to dedicate a message to a teacher, she blurted out "Uh..to John Ng?". Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the whole event, I rushed home with Faizah. I was going out that day to buy stuff for Hari Raya with the family. We spent the entire afternoon hunting for baju kurungs/kebayas. I didn't really have one in mind so I went around by instinct and taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed our way to Arab Street where we broke our fast at one of those buffets by the street. That was my first time breaking my fast by a buffet like that so it was a new experience for me. At just ten bucks per adult, we could choose from a spread of nasi briyani, mee hoon briyani to pastries and cakes. I ate so many cream puffs but I could have had more if I weren't so full, 'cause their one of my favourites. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I've been on youtube since the a.m. where I've been watching NYC Prep and learning stuff there. I think soon after downloading a few videos, I might go and hit the books. I just saw the exam schedule and the exams are only weeks away. Btw, why isn't there a bio exam?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-3482411016335082365?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/3482411016335082365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=3482411016335082365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/3482411016335082365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/3482411016335082365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/09/whirlwind.html' title='Whirlwind'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-2818350019464316294</id><published>2009-08-26T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T18:44:43.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I close one eye</title><content type='html'>Letting go isn't&lt;br /&gt;as hard as holding on&lt;br /&gt;to something &lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;wasn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;real.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-2818350019464316294?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/2818350019464316294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=2818350019464316294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/2818350019464316294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/2818350019464316294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-close-one-eye.html' title='I close one eye'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-1117623411808167503</id><published>2009-08-25T20:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T20:34:36.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PTFAO, baby!</title><content type='html'>Sabrinah and me wanted to try out for the teachers' day auditions. Yes, we know it's last minute and we were probably too late but we wanted to try. We got inspired after we started singing together. Dayyyyum, Sabrinah's got a really nice voice but she's too shy to show it and whenever she sings in front of people she isn't really &lt;I&gt; really &lt;/i&gt; comfortable with, it isn't as nice as when she's comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So recess we were singing Run This Town and Disturbia. We couldn't keep it soft for long. Who can sing-whisper? A few people came over to see what was up and some were looking but we went on. Tiara wanted to join in too so we made a trio performance. After school though, Tiara told us Ms Shanti didn't want any last minute performances so too bad for us. I was mostly relieved because I really didn't want to sing in front of the whole school but Sabrinah was a little disappointed. I just really like singing with a friend. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Tampines afterwards. We had to get things from Popular and Urban Write. I've finally bought my second copy of "To Kill a Mockingbird"! So if the person who stole the first copy from me happens to be reading this now, BEWARE. I'm gona make sure I write my name on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-1117623411808167503?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/1117623411808167503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=1117623411808167503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/1117623411808167503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/1117623411808167503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/08/ptfao-baby.html' title='PTFAO, baby!'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-8631081598320220564</id><published>2009-08-22T15:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T16:16:30.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erase erase erase!!</title><content type='html'>I.&lt;br /&gt;Cannot.&lt;br /&gt;Get.&lt;br /&gt;Over.&lt;br /&gt;It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so embarrassing!!&lt;br /&gt;I have to get it out. I only told Sabrinah but it still doesnt help me forget! &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning while I was in the bus, it was really crammed with people. So crammed, that I was elbowing the guy beside me. I got on the bus and I had to use the ticket box as support so I wouldn't fall down. You wouldn't believe how tight I was holding onto it! When the uncle beside me moved, I grabbed that oppotunity to hold on to the railing but realising that I could only hold it with 2 fingers since it was blocked by other people, it wasn't much of a help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the bus reached at a stop, everyone had to move in so thinking that I could at least grab hold of something steadier, i quickly moved in. But shit, there wasn't much space and I ended up standing between two rows of people. With &lt;i&gt; nothing&lt;/i&gt; to hold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much balance when it comes down to fast, bumpy bus rides so naturally, I  was wobbling a lot. The bus was nearly reaching its next stop and I was grateful, thinking "Thank goodness. Just a little bit more and I know I won't fall on this matt beside me". And when we finally did reach to a stop, the bus decided to skid just a little more and I wasn't expecting that. I collapsed onto the matt's chest  and was stepping on a primary school kid's left foot and all the while I squeezed my eyes shut muttering "Shitshitshitshitshit!". I finally pulled myself away from him and tried to steady myself. Thankfully, the primary school boy didn't really care when I apologised to him and the matt got off at that stop. But. I did see him and his friend smiling to each other and laughing slightly when they were walking off. They looked back at me when the bus drove past them. Oh shit. He got the wrong idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my hand over my forehead and rested my head there as if it could shield me from embarrassment but it was too late by then and most of the passengers were looking my way probably thinking "Oh wow. What a bitch. Purposely do that". Their kpo faces can tell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.&lt;br /&gt;Am.&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;Flipping.&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-8631081598320220564?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/8631081598320220564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=8631081598320220564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/8631081598320220564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/8631081598320220564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/08/erase-erase-erase.html' title='Erase erase erase!!'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-8478722258556710785</id><published>2009-08-21T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T21:54:29.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Contradiction</title><content type='html'>After school today, Sabrinah, Debbie and me went to LJS to have our final meal together before the start of fasting. We wanted to invite more people so I asked Debbie to invite Wee Siang, Dion, etc. So anyway, we went there and while in the que, I realised I wasn't at all hungry. I sipped on ice lemon tea during the walk to Bedok's LJS so I was pretty full. But I decided "what the heck, final meal. Best to make the most out of it". I couldn't finish up half of my fries and 2 chicken pieces. I was slowly nibbling on them with the cheese dip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home after that. It was quite disappointing that we went back so fast, actually but Sabrinah had plans and Debbie was rushing home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered that 2 of my friends have gifts. Azrayna and Sabrinah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azrayna has this talent where she takes one look at a person and she takes a max of 2 guesses to know when their birthday month is.Like she did for me. The first guess was right. SShe guess Sab's too and &lt;i&gt;bingo&lt;/i&gt;, right again. She doenst know when our birthdays are. I mean, how cool is that? I never can guess a person's birthday month unless I got lucky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabrinah has this really cool gift where her dreams come true most of the time. She recently had a dream this afternoon and we're hoping it comes true. It'll be damn fantastic for her. She told me it's very very nice if it were something she liked but totally horrible ifit were a nightmare. Her dreams don't turn out exactly as she saw it, but it'll come out similarly. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have really weird dreams. If you had read my post some posts ago, you would know about the hanging heads and the recurring dream/nightmare. I need a dream dictionary to translate for me. It's so puzzling sometimes. I did a quiz on facebook and it said my dreams are "mysterious". I always thought it was normal but it might not be quite after hearing other people's dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; I'm not half full or half empty; I'm a glass half shattered"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tempo Change, Barbara Hall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-8478722258556710785?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/8478722258556710785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=8478722258556710785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/8478722258556710785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/8478722258556710785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/08/walking-contradiction.html' title='Walking Contradiction'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-1642188028976731731</id><published>2009-08-20T20:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T20:39:20.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life's a Secret Freak Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; My Life's a Secret Freak Show &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So obsessed&lt;br /&gt;with what you do&lt;br /&gt;That everyone's&lt;br /&gt;slowly giving up on you&lt;br /&gt;Sucking us dry&lt;br /&gt;from hope and patience&lt;br /&gt;Making us frustrated&lt;br /&gt;irritated,&lt;br /&gt;tired.&lt;br /&gt;Keeping to yourself&lt;br /&gt;like that&lt;br /&gt;Proves to be&lt;br /&gt;no good&lt;br /&gt;Leaving you,&lt;br /&gt;leaving us,&lt;br /&gt;with the mess&lt;br /&gt;you've left behind&lt;br /&gt;And that.&lt;br /&gt;Just.&lt;br /&gt;Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit you. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-1642188028976731731?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/1642188028976731731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=1642188028976731731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/1642188028976731731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/1642188028976731731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-lifes-secret-freak-show.html' title='My Life&apos;s a Secret Freak Show'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-3628216234041827522</id><published>2009-08-17T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T17:31:31.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your horns, they hold a halo</title><content type='html'>My conscience has just been gnawing at me for an update. It shouldn't, but it has so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;underline&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last Friday.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/underline&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun Jia, Debbie, Sabrinah and I went to Long John Silvers. We wanted to try our luck at that lucky draw thing. :D It seems silly, but why not try right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun Jia went off first, then Sabrinah. Then there was 2. Debbie and me went around Tampines Mall doing absolutely nothing. I have no idea why but we just didn't want to go home yet. Saw some Tampinesians here and there. For a moment, I forgot how to spell Tampines and spelled it  as Tampenis. Sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;underline&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last Saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/underline&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WENT OUT TO WATCH ORPHAN. ZOMG IT WAS FUNNNN!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so if you know the movie, you know it's NC16 but we got Debbie's friend to help us get the tickets and we got through. :D Celine was panicking and asking Debbie and me what we should do if they asked us for IC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady checked the tickets then checked us to see if we looked 16 or not. We were all pretty tall but among them, I was the shortest and I swear, the lady's eyes strayed at me the longest and twice so I tip-toed slightly just to try match with everyone else's height. She let us in and we &lt;i&gt;very coolly&lt;/I&gt; strolled in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was JAW SMACKING. &lt;b&gt;One&lt;/b&gt;, because it was horrific (not scary, more to thrilling). I kept screaming the loudest and I shook so hard when I was shocked that the other seats were shaking too. More than twice, Debbie and her friend smiled at me obviously enjoying the fact that I was so squeamish. Debbie said "Amalina!" in that teasing tone but I was so embarrassed, I told her to shut up. I was &lt;i&gt;supposed&lt;/i&gt; to be The Brave One but I totally freaked out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two&lt;/B&gt;, it had some gore parts in it. Like when she... (if you don't want me to spoil it before you watch it, don't read this!) wedged her arm between some machinery (meant to hold the wood while you shaped it) and kept rotating the handle til. It. Broke. Her. Arm. And her bones crunched and snapped up. You could see the bone popping up from underneath! Dammit, that was so disgusting, I screaaaamed so much. I felt the pain dude, like shiaahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three&lt;/b&gt;, it...wait for it ....... HAD SOME NUDITY. Okay, I picture people like Azhar and Dion doing a double take, eyes popping and images swimming through their mind. It had a woman whose chest has &lt;i&gt;nothing&lt;/i&gt; covering it. Nipple and all. And a sex scene where the mom and the dad (not so old, so not too gross) started having sex on the kitchen countertop. Pssst, it even had the part when he slid his thing in her and she groaned. AHAHAHA! So am I grossing you out now? (; It happened, go watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, Debbie, Celine and me had dinner. Then we walked around and Zhi Wei saw us and he spat out his food. Really he did. Before that, his eyes grew wide and threatened to roll out before spitting out whatever was in his mouth and will never be again. Then he laughed so much and so loud, I had to laugh at him. C'mon his laugh his idiotically infectious! We walked around somemore to accompany Debbie to buy a new pair of shoes. Was it The Day Tampinesians Gathered At Tampines or what? We saw so many there lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;underline&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/underline&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day one without Shermei.&lt;br /&gt;I realised I'm more independent without Shermei! I rely on her choo much but I'm still hopeless with maths so that doesn'T make much of a difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Debbie, Sabrinah and me went to the library where I borrowed 3 books. They seem awesome so I'm looking forward to reading them. Yes, I love reading even though I'm fully aware that I don't look like the type who does. I've influenced Sabrinah to read more and she's influenced me to study more. We do good. B) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we made our way to McD's. Debbie had already zoomed to the other side at the traffic light and naturally, Sabrinah and me followed suit. But whoaaaaaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the traffic light and it was blinking green. I thought, &lt;i&gt; Do we have enough time?&lt;/i&gt;. As soon as we took a step, it went red. Sabrinah and me both screamed a little and took a step back. The bus which was beside us didn't move so &lt;i&gt; naturally&lt;/i&gt; we decided it was waiting for us to cross so we took another quick step. As soon as we did that (!), the bus lunged forward and we screamed (a little!) and took a step back. By the second step, i was frozen on the spot and Sabrinah (whose arm was hugging mine) dragged me back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realise we were being watched but we heard voices of guys (Afiq, Khairul, Cherwin and friend) saying "Ah, jaywalk lagi! Jaywalk jaywalk!". I felt deeply embarrassed and bimbotic. So embarrassed that when the road was clear (but the sign red) I tugged Sabrinah's arm and asked her "Wana walk?" so we did. And Afiq, Khairul and friend called again "Ah jaywalk! Jaywalk! Jaywalk!". Aiyoooo mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question! &lt;br /&gt;If you were made to go into a Haunted Castle, would you:&lt;br /&gt;(a) rather go in with instruments that can detect the presence of sprits (which might freak you out) or&lt;br /&gt;(b) walk in not knowing anything withough instruments (might not be as freaked out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-3628216234041827522?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/3628216234041827522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=3628216234041827522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/3628216234041827522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/3628216234041827522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/08/your-horns-they-hold-halo.html' title='Your horns, they hold a halo'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-5312723014498843039</id><published>2009-08-12T19:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:56:43.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zebra (;</title><content type='html'>Okay, so you probably know that we had the Council Investiture today so I won't have to tell you about it. I guess Naufal and I were pretty lucky. We didn't screw up (much) and had to improv here and there. Naufal said - and these are his exact words- we did things impromptu. Okay lah, so it was mostly thanks to Naufal who was quick on his toes. I was the one who muddled up the most (not everything ah!) and I was too blur most of the time to really understand what was going on. But I did come in useful okay! Naufal was way too stressed and wound up so tight he ended up rushing through the speech and panicking everywhere like his life depended on it and I had to be there to remind him too "slow down", "don't mumble" and "relax can?!". :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after school and all, Debbie, Shermei and me went back to Dion's to finish up on some project. I wouldn't say it was fun or boring but it was definitely entertaining for the rest of them when I screamed when Dion's humong-oh dog came rushing at me. I was freaked out. I'm freaked out by most things that bite, seriously. Then Dion (that idiot!) motioned his dog to come get me and when the dog got up, I screeched "DIONNNNN!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabrinah told me she and Yun Jia got this scratch-and-win cards and both of them said "Congratulations, you have won a Lenovo S10 Netbook (worth $899!)". They checked up on everyone else and theirs had "Try Again'. Sab went on fantasising about what she would do with the netbook. Ha! It's what you'd least expect but i can't tell you though! It's a secret. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. I didn't get enough sleep yesterday. But when I got home, I was lured to the laptop to even bother about sleep. So there you go, an update. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-5312723014498843039?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5312723014498843039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=5312723014498843039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/5312723014498843039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/5312723014498843039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay-so-you-probably-know-that-we-had.html' title='Zebra (;'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-791522451293288418</id><published>2009-08-07T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T21:20:23.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check it.</title><content type='html'>I staybacked for Council Investiture today. In the end, I played volleyball with Vignesh. Debbie, Shermei and Celine came back to collect me and we staybacked to play ball and just slack in the basketball court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we took the mrt to Pasir Ris where we bumped into Wee Siang and company. We met up with Aizan when we got there and we waited while I finished my lunch. Celine and Debbie were pretty tired but that all changed when Aizan laughed and screamed out loud in a public bus (smth she would &lt;em&gt;never do)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;We were going to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this is when it gets better. :D&lt;br /&gt;We didn't and couldn't relax for too long. So we left our bags and headed to the sand. We took off our shoes and dipped our toes into our toes into the sea. Debbie and me straightaway when as deep as we could without getting our shorts wet.I'm sure Debs will put up the photos. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shermei and I felt nostalgic and decided to get in touch with our inner child. So we started making (what was supposedly) sandcastles. After a while, I couldn't stand making sand buildings and tried making sand-people instead. Who knew even doing that would make me sweat? Debbie made one too and while hers was quite sexy (understatement!), mine was pretty decent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of us went to clean ourselves up. We had sand on our legs and feet. Then, we went over to the playground nearby and Celine, Aizan, Shermei and Debbie went to play on some gizmo that spins around while I went to play with the swings. I like swinging. Even though I'm (terribly) afraid of heights, I'll look up and it feels like I can stretch out and reach for the clouds. Oh cheese, it sounds like some National Day song. Eyerrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went around and played with the other stuff and there was that spider web thing that Shermei, Debs and me played on. Like I said, I have a fear of heights so it took some time for Shermei and Debbie to get me all the way to the top. I was afriad I might slip and crash down. I gripped onto the ropes really hard and it was when I finally was able to let go, did I realise how much my plams stung from all that gripping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired that when I got on the bus back home,I rested my forehead on my palm and napped for a while. I was half asleep though. I could hear the music blasting from the earpiece and I could dream a little too. When I did get off the bus, I rubbed my sore forehead which I put a weeee bit pressure on and I wobbled around while walking in a zig-zag. I was like an undrunk drunkard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind was yelling for food by the time I step foot into the house. I swear, I was trembling during the first 2 bites. And maaan, I was chomping down so fast, Debbie and Shermei would have been proud of me. :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay, so this is the sand people we made. Debbie's was lying on the ground and mine was standing up (so you can imagine the amount of work I put into that). I have no idea why Debbie went with the idea of porn and why Debbie stole the seaweed from my sandman's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SnwgeIPOwfI/AAAAAAAAAgU/zG38t03CBGU/s1600-h/Image5391.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367200557898318322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SnwgeIPOwfI/AAAAAAAAAgU/zG38t03CBGU/s320/Image5391.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Debbie's.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SnwgeY_KgfI/AAAAAAAAAgc/xg5Am-me2iU/s1600-h/Image5388.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367200562394333682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SnwgeY_KgfI/AAAAAAAAAgc/xg5Am-me2iU/s320/Image5388.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who's is &lt;em&gt;better?&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-791522451293288418?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/791522451293288418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=791522451293288418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/791522451293288418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/791522451293288418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/08/check-it.html' title='Check it.'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SnwgeIPOwfI/AAAAAAAAAgU/zG38t03CBGU/s72-c/Image5391.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-3413874386106298679</id><published>2009-08-01T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T18:47:17.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zebra.</title><content type='html'>Debbie webcam-ed with me today and she was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were discussing on what she should wear tomorrow. She kept on doing those silly jelly hand movements and covered her face even when I asked her to twirl around so I could see better. She was like a blind penguin waddling around learning how to stand properly. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a freakish weird dream last night. It was like a horror movie and I was in it. A few people were in the dream too. Haziqah, Fei Huang, Azhar, my mom, my brother, the aunty whose shop is under the block and her husband. Weird right? In some parts, their faces were blurred and soon it was from something ordinary to something I hope will NEVER happen. There were hanging heads freshly pulled apart from their bodies that were hung from the ceiling. There was a mad, ghost woman who was constantly moving around outside the house and she had a ghost son who looked around 10 and looked very sad yet scary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shudders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This horrible nightmare ended when Haziqah tells Fei Huang and my brother to check around for the 2 ghosts and her saying "Wait, why are you so volountary? Usually, you wouldn't do this..." then she eyes them suspiciously. At this, I wake up but I know something bad will happen. I try to sleep again to see what happens next but eventually my conscience says "You think TV isit? There's no way you'll know what happens next".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've ever had 2 dreams which are the same except the second one had a twist, it had a worse ending. It happened a few days apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shudders. What do my dreams mean?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-3413874386106298679?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/3413874386106298679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=3413874386106298679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/3413874386106298679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/3413874386106298679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/08/zebra.html' title='Zebra.'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-3949690556832289115</id><published>2009-07-31T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T20:52:10.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boiiing!</title><content type='html'>Out of boredom, I wrote a story into my black book. It was about my calculator but it turned from some simple entry to something wacky and out of hand. So crazy that Shermei asked for it to be photocopied. At first I thought she was kidding but when she asked for it the next day and I didn't have it, I knew she really meant it. Woah. (If I could do italics, I'd do it right here. Stupid new blogger sysytem -.- )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I think the most fun lessons were during Geog and MT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   After school, Sabrinah and I head over to Each A Cup to get bubble tea. I wanted something cold and refreshing but with pearls. I craved for green tea but I didn't know if they sold it ice blended so Sabrinah helped me ask and (yes!) there it was. It was delicious. It was the authentic-tasting green tea type. It came as a pale green froth that tasted surprisingly like a smoothie. The $2.20 spent on it was definitely worth it. Drink it when looking for a thirst-quencher. Ahhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Sab and me did quite a number of embarrassing things today. We were busy mimicking that surfer himbo voice on the escalator back to school. Soooo busy, that we got carried away and our voices must have carried off. It was loud enough for the guy/matt (beside us on the other escalator going down) to do a sharp turn to look at us. And immediately our eyes grew large with that oh-shit-we've-just-embarrassed-ourselves expression and as soon as we got off the escalator, we were laughing madly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I had a throbbing headache on the way home so in the bus I got a seat that was comfortable enough and leaned my head on my palm while looking down. A few minutes later, I felt something brush by my hand (that was facing the aisle). Body temperature warm and shapely. I looked up and saw this guy moving through the crowd to get off. That was when it hit me. He brushed past me along with his um, penis. I froze and in my mind I went "Oh shitshitshitshitshit". Seriously, these perverts are too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-3949690556832289115?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/3949690556832289115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=3949690556832289115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/3949690556832289115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/3949690556832289115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/07/boiiing.html' title='Boiiing!'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-8162824351109778981</id><published>2009-07-29T20:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T20:22:16.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bull-Shiters and Shit-Eaters.</title><content type='html'>Helloooo! :D&lt;br /&gt;I know, i know. I haven't been online lately and wellllll, they have good reasons behind that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week wasn't too bad for me. It was kind of..okay. Which is unusual to me. I'd usually have blasting-with-fun-and-happiness weeks or a rough one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, am an EMBARRASSING sportswoman. I suck at basketball and I discovered my new-found flop at floorball too. Hurrah. I was a lousy goalkeeper (because I'm. Too. Damn. Blur! &gt;:[ ) and I pretty much stood at the side, looking for an opening where I can jump in and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed back at school today for 2 hours. For fun. Okay, nah I'm kidding. :D Sabrinah had detention today for 2 (bloody) hours and we were suppose to go somewhere later on so I waited with her. I was such a good girl. I did notes while waiting and normally, I wouldn't have done this. I would have chatted all the way to Sabrinah and make stupid noises or read Swim The Fly (some book people like Sabrinah and Syukro embrace)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After serving her detention, we were too tired to do anything else so we just bought bread at a nearby bakery and walked around chatting about models to unshaved hair on the models to prom to poly then to guys. That was when our bus arrived and we parted ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I mentioned The Experiment some centuries ago. Debbie's desperately wanting to know what it is. (Okay, so I'm exagerrating) so here it is. It's a personal track on moods and it's not really accurate 'cause I don't bring my black book everywhere with me but so far this has pretty much been it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have been...&lt;br /&gt;Irritated`                      5 times&lt;br /&gt;Sigh-ing                        16 times&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming                        Almost always&lt;br /&gt;Tsk-ing                         6 times&lt;br /&gt;Been sad for someone            Not today I'm not&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassed                     Once&lt;br /&gt;Hopeful                         7 times&lt;br /&gt;Angry                           Once &lt;br /&gt;Disappointed                    Twice&lt;br /&gt;Giddy with excitement           Once &lt;br /&gt;Wondering                       Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;Holding Back                    4 times&lt;br /&gt;Lost                            Once &lt;br /&gt;Ungrateful                      Once&lt;br /&gt;Thankful                        Twice&lt;br /&gt;Longing                         Twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, it's not that accurate and I just wanted to know how and what I usually do and think of. I've been doing it for the past week and the week before that and most of the time, I sigh a lot and get irritated comes second. So from this I know that I sigh half the time when I think of things and I get irritated easily (but I can control it!). This is the "okay" week and it would be more interesting if I could note down my moods during HAPPY! weeks and lousy ones. Can you help me by please putting down more moods? Sometimes, I'm not aware of what mood I'm in. I just am. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-8162824351109778981?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/8162824351109778981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=8162824351109778981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/8162824351109778981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/8162824351109778981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/07/bull-shiters-and-shit-eaters.html' title='Bull-Shiters and Shit-Eaters.'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-5783311404449469263</id><published>2009-07-18T19:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T21:56:35.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charmed and bummed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SmHBtCFIb1I/AAAAAAAAAgM/Xet7mbz1iOw/s1600-h/DSC00246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359778010944270162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SmHBtCFIb1I/AAAAAAAAAgM/Xet7mbz1iOw/s320/DSC00246.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I woke up at 12 today after my grandmother asked me how long more was I going to sleep. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I received 3 calls from 2 people. One of which was from a foreign country probably out to scam me (I get these a lot) and the other from Vignesh from which after I said "Hello?" all I heard back was background noise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to sleep but I was just restless, not sleepy. I decided I wanted a bag of pretzels by my side then and a double chocolate frappe with an overload of whipped cream and too much chocolate powder. I blocked wonderful memories I may never get again and I rolled over to face the pillow until I couldn't take it anymore and had to breathe. I read a book until it was finished in a day. And I contemplated on whether I was in the mood to do notes or not. Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you read, I was very bored today. I'm watching Harry Potter while chatting online. I hope tomorrow will be better than this! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why it came to this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want you back, stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-5783311404449469263?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5783311404449469263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=5783311404449469263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/5783311404449469263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/5783311404449469263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-woke-up-at-12-today-after-my.html' title='Charmed and bummed.'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SmHBtCFIb1I/AAAAAAAAAgM/Xet7mbz1iOw/s72-c/DSC00246.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-4981075827945571819</id><published>2009-07-17T19:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T20:10:16.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I REALLY HATE ANTS.</title><content type='html'>If Eben reads my blog, I'd like to thank him right here for the treat because I'm not sure if I thanked him already or not. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabrinah and me (half) painted the Student Council Investiture banner just now. We needed help so Tiara sent Danial and Naufal to help. Surprisingly, Danial is good in art (for a guy) and Naufal is still as immature as he was in Sec 1. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to attend a family gathering at my cousin's place this Sunday. It should be better than staying home though I'm not looking forward to seeing someone there. Also, I have to return my cousin's Eclipse (the book, not the mints) which I've had with me since last year. I keep forgetting to return it to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I've just showered, I'm still a little sleepy. This explains the short post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to gather a group of girlfriends and sing songs we all know, it'll be fun. :D Sabrinah, Debbie, Tiara and me got caught by Mr Ang for singing the other day. Turns out we were too loud and were distracting him~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-4981075827945571819?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/4981075827945571819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=4981075827945571819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/4981075827945571819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/4981075827945571819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-really-hate-ants.html' title='I REALLY HATE ANTS.'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-7700385395794671272</id><published>2009-07-16T21:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:54:29.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I work on adrenaline.</title><content type='html'>Today's CE lesson was definitely the most fun and exciting. Mr John &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ng&lt;/span&gt; gathered us at the basketball court to discuss &lt;em&gt;a certain topic&lt;/em&gt; and most seemed to be having fun, involved in the discussion and hollering to friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I didn't really do the experiment today! So I can't put it here. So Debbie must hold on to the suspense. (She was trying to peek just now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very moody today. I suddenly got angry at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sabrinah&lt;/span&gt; but cooled off after 5 minutes. It was damn scary for me. I haven't been that furious in a long time, seething anger, giving That Bitch face and scribbling so hard in my Black Book that it tore and left marks on the pages under it. I also assumed things really quickly with some other people. Ladies, you may know what that means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very very very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; encounter with DEBBIE today. She was trying to snatch my phone from me and was practically hugging me from the back! To make it worse, this happened the moment we stepped out the gate. As if that wasn't enough shame, Wee &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Siang&lt;/span&gt; and friends saw it too, how &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;embarrassingggg&lt;/span&gt;! I tried to shake Debbie off but she doesn't understand the word "shoo", you see. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debs, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shermei&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jia&lt;/span&gt; and me were bored after school and we didn't know what to do so we just walked all over school. Especially the lower sec block (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shermei&lt;/span&gt;, Debbie and me wanted to do the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NPPA&lt;/span&gt; which is a week overdue) and we looked stupid passing by Mr &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shahril's&lt;/span&gt; class again and again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's tuition wasn't too bad. Not many people in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; class. I had to walk back home to get my textbook though, how lousy. And I had to pass &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Banglas&lt;/span&gt; who were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ogling&lt;/span&gt; their eyes out. I imagined myself giving them karate chops, kicks in the cocks and sharp, tight slaps. I have nothing against &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Banglas&lt;/span&gt; unless they're the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pervertic&lt;/span&gt; ones. (Shudders)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my point! When I walked back to the tuition centre, I was&lt;em&gt; so&lt;/em&gt; pumped with energy (I must have lost some weight during each 15 minuted trip) and &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; ready to start, I went zooming into maths exercises. Unlike in class where all I want to do is close my eyes and nap for a while. &lt;em&gt;(Sigh)&lt;/em&gt; This doesn't mean I want to run before each maths lesson though okay! )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-7700385395794671272?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/7700385395794671272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=7700385395794671272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/7700385395794671272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/7700385395794671272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-work-on-adrenaline.html' title='I work on adrenaline.'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-18820809462743403</id><published>2009-07-15T18:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T18:31:08.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My name without the vowels is mln.</title><content type='html'>5 minutes ago, I just got back! I went to study bio with Sabrinah at McD's just now. She taught me for a short time but some of the points sticks in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SABRINAH UPDATED HER BLOG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after more than a month, my mom enrolled me in a tuition centre.  It's from 8-10 later but this is just the make-up class. I've missed 3 lessons already so I've got to make up for it for 2 wednesdays and a saturday. My real class are on Sundays (I can't remember what time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I did an experiment on myself and I noted it down in my black notebook that Haziqah gave me some time ago. Only Shermei noticed what I was up to, but you can't tell okay Shermei! Not yet anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to share the experiment here but I'm in a rush. I've got to rest for a while, grab dinner, shower, pack my bags and go. So I'll redo the experiment again tomorrow and (if I'm not too busy) I'll put it up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Debbie, please cheer up! You looked very moody today. Didn't dare disturb you though I very badly wanted to irritate and tease you.  ;] )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-18820809462743403?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/18820809462743403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=18820809462743403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/18820809462743403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/18820809462743403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-name-without-vowels-is-mln.html' title='My name without the vowels is mln.'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-6344064487100201218</id><published>2009-07-14T20:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:38:36.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amateur heart breaker.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Things to do while the (very soft) science teacher (trainee?) is "teaching" (if you could call it that).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Spin Debbie's highlighter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Get shushed for laughing too loud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Entertain Debbie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hit Debbie for irritating you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Scribble over Debbie's things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Watch Debbie and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fei&lt;/span&gt; Huang as they put highlighter caps on their head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Attempt to study for a bio test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Complain about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; teacher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Watch as the rest of the class goes into havoc (and the teacher pretends the class is perfect)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Simply, ignore her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;__________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After school today, I went to Tiara's with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sabrinah&lt;/span&gt; to work on the investiture banner. We went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Whitesands&lt;/span&gt; to grab food and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; met &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nabil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tay&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sabrinah's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;madrasah&lt;/span&gt; friend. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sooo&lt;/span&gt;, somebody, wanted to take a closer look at him (not me!) so we kinda followed him around for a while. Tiara wanted to check out the Nikon D70 camera in Challengers' so we went there and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nabil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tay's&lt;/span&gt; friends (except &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nabil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tay&lt;/span&gt; who went off to hide for some unknown reason) went into the shop too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sabrinah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;recongnised&lt;/span&gt; this guy from her primary school and she went "Ali? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Adit&lt;/span&gt;?" and he replied "Uh..hi". Then, it got really awkward so I nudged &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sabrinah&lt;/span&gt; and said "Uh...you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wana&lt;/span&gt; go? The atmosphere's kinda awkward" So we left and who should we meet&lt;em&gt; again&lt;/em&gt; but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nabil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tay&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Coincidentally&lt;/span&gt;, he was going down the escalator too and when he got off, he quickly dashed for the toilet and I went "Wow, he must be really desperate to get away or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soemthing&lt;/span&gt;. Hiding in the toilet like that"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We were heading towards the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt; floor but made a U-turn and (again!) we bumped into &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nabil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tay&lt;/span&gt; and friends. We weren't even following him anymore! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sabrinah&lt;/span&gt; got awkward and we played the game of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Possibilities&lt;/span&gt; in the bus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When we finally reached Tiara's we realised there wasn't much work to be done but write the words on the banner since we had no paint. We did the banner outside her house. And when it was done, we got up and started dancing to the music that was blaring from Tiara's phone. After some time, then she told us that some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;matts&lt;/span&gt; downstairs could see us through the gaps of the building. I hid away as much as I could and then she told us that we had to fetch her brother from school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damn cute.&lt;/strong&gt; Damn cute brother. Long lashes and bite-a-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ble&lt;/span&gt; cheeks! As Tiara and her brother, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rihan&lt;/span&gt;, walked us to the bus stop, she asked him&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"How is it with that girl you like in class?"&lt;/span&gt; Tiara.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"She, she broke up with me..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rihan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"What happened?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"She said, I break up with you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"She broke my heart"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Awwwww&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Did you kiss her? Where?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sabrinah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"On the cheek in K1"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"You had your first kiss with her and she broke up with you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Yes.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"You want us to beat her up for you?" Tiara and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sabrinah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Primary 1 and already lovelorn! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Awwww&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-6344064487100201218?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/6344064487100201218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=6344064487100201218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/6344064487100201218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/6344064487100201218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/07/amateur-heart-breaker.html' title='Amateur heart breaker.'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-2680575109261594608</id><published>2009-07-13T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:16:24.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Point taken.</title><content type='html'>I hate getting ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; I regret doing things I shouldn't have. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I felt like a fool. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was irritated but saved it for the people who deserved it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;When can drama finally be opened again? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-2680575109261594608?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/2680575109261594608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=2680575109261594608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/2680575109261594608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/2680575109261594608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/07/point-taken.html' title='Point taken.'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-2366548300808991004</id><published>2009-07-13T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T21:44:34.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Debbie</title><content type='html'>1) Who was the last person you texted - &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sabrinah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Who was the first person that texted you today - &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Faiz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Who was the last person you last met - &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Shermei, Aizan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Would you consider yourself spoiled - &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; At times, yes. But not always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What time did you went to bed last night - &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Have you ever had a best friend who is opposite sex - &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Close friend, not best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Do you want someone dead - &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yes, then I'll take it back 2 seconds later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) What are you thinking right now - &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"This question took me off guard. Made me forget about something important, sheesh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Who was the last person you took picture with - &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sufiah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Do you wish someone was with you right now - &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'd rather be alone now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Who are you talking to right now - &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm not on the phone or anything so zinch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) What does the last message say - &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Which is not specified so I'll ignore this~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Is someone in your mind - &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yes, most of the time I think of people even if I have no relation to them whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Who is complaining to you right now - &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nobody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) 10 people tagged to do quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(I swear I'll randomly pick whoever's in mind)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1. Sabrinah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2. Aizan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3.Azhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4.Shermei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;5.Celine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;6. Marshall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;7. Dion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;8. Yun Jia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;9. Farhanah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;10. Syukri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(yes, some of them don't blog and if you don't want to do also nvm. I don't care~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) When was the last time you chatted with 3 -  &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Been some time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) What if 5 and 10 quarrel - &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I don't think they have anything to quarel about unless Syukri somehow magically steals Celine's netball talent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Who is 1 having a relationship with - &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oh, you mean other than me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Is 9 fierce - &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;She's a sweet thang. Almost impossible for her to seem fierce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Is 3 &amp;amp; 4 studying at the same school -&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Who is 2 to you -&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; A really good friend I've had since sec1. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) How did you know 10 - &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well, the first time was in sec 2 in MT class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) When did you last talk to 6 &amp;amp; 8 - &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Marshall: Last week. Yun Jia: Just today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Are you close with 7 - &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I barely know much about him so no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; How long have you know 1 - &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3 years and counting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) What if 5 &amp;amp; 7 fight - &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;AHAHAHAHA. Celine Dion fusion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) How long have you known 9 - &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Half a year and counting&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;8) Say something about 2 - &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Aizan has a &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; loud laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Is 4 trustworthy - &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If you tell her to keep a secret then yes! Right Shermei, hmmm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30)What is number1 to you - &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Fred's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;accomplice and also my good friend. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Do you argue with 7 everytime - &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Do I really count it as aruging? Nope. I just like to bully him. &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) How well do you know 5 - &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;More than just "okay-okay"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Do you know things about 1 -&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yes! Like she has this psychotic imagination that is overly influenced by sex and korean dramas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Is 2 &amp;amp; 9 schoolmates -&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) What if 4 &amp;amp; 10 fight-  &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(Blows out air) That would be really terrible and definitely scary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-2366548300808991004?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/2366548300808991004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=2366548300808991004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/2366548300808991004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/2366548300808991004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/07/tagged-by-debbie.html' title='Tagged by Debbie'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-6568584244814014218</id><published>2009-07-10T21:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:42:33.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooh, it might be Deja Vu!    Nah, probably not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I stole Haziqah's dream last night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haziqah, some madrasah guys, god forbidding clothes and a player crashed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The player was for Haziqah and.... why was I even dreaming about this?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-6568584244814014218?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/6568584244814014218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=6568584244814014218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/6568584244814014218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/6568584244814014218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/07/oooh-it-might-be-deja-vu-nah-probably.html' title='Oooh, it might be Deja Vu!    Nah, probably not.'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-5888717597647109509</id><published>2009-07-10T20:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:52:59.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miserable at best</title><content type='html'>I like the English period today. It was fun, I like fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school today Aizan, Debbie, Eben, Shermei and me went to KFC. They, should&lt;em&gt; chill&lt;/em&gt;. Kept asking me to eat faster when they had no idea what they were going to do next and then this aunty somemore call me kiasu for I don't know what reason! (Stabs finger at Debbie.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway!, Shermei said the sec 1 boys sitting at the table next to us were cute in a "they're-kid-cute" sorta way. And for some reason, Eben got worked up and started asking Debbie who they thought were cute while Shermei continued whispering to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debs just answered and said the boy the furthest from us. So Eben reached out and tapped the nearest boy and said &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Eh, she said your cute. She wants your number".&lt;/span&gt; The boy turned to look at Shermei who stabbed the air at Debbie's direction then he looked at me (who was sitting between Shermei and Debbie) and my arm immediately shot up, pointing at Debbie while masterfully trying my best to hide beside Shermei. Debbie's face had gone &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red &lt;/span&gt;and she seemed to be trying to duck under the table given her slouchy pose. She was pressed against the wall beside her and tried not to look at the boy while saying "It's not true! He lying one!" to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was when we learned the boys were all in NPCC. No wonder Eben suddenly so brave!~ (eye roll)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Debbie tried to do the same to Eben using the JC guys who took over the sec 1 boys' place. She didn't think properly and it ended off as a failed attempt, lame and embarrassing. She should have told us, we could have made it better. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie and me went back to school after this and I made a last minute decision to go to the council meeting for Faizah who was going. Debbie went to the basketball court with Celine and Wee Siang who were at school. After the &lt;em&gt;looooooooooong&lt;/em&gt; meeting, I joined them(who were watching the boys play ball) but went home with Faizah soon after, after realising I really didn't seem to fit there and didn't realise why I was there anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to meet Faizah at the bus stop, I bumped into somebody I &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; didn't want to while making lists in my mind and thinking things through. When I was finally on the bus and getting off at my stop, the bus made a sharp swerve and I tripped and half my body was over this old man. I got up embarrassed and flustered, apologised, and muttered "Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck". Seems like I didn't really have to apologise at the man who was smiling and I wanted to go into his mind and rip off whatever pervertic thoughts he had of me in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nap when I got home. I rarely have naps because I'm always so full of energy and get myself things to do. I must have dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question!&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering, where do you place your eyes on when you're on an escalator going up, since looking in front would probably be looking at someone's ass (and if somebody sees you looking there...... awkward!), looking up at the people going down (who'll stare you down if you're looking at them), look down on the steps (and not know if someone you know is looking at you while going down. It happens.) or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So where do you look at if you're moving upwards on an escalator?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-5888717597647109509?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5888717597647109509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=5888717597647109509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/5888717597647109509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/5888717597647109509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/07/miserable-at-best.html' title='Miserable at best'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-7607271394547570811</id><published>2009-07-09T17:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T18:27:51.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasting time chasing cars</title><content type='html'>I kept sneezing and sniffling last night. My body felt warm but I was feeling cold. My mum immediately made me swallow horrible,bitter medicine. So &lt;strong&gt;horrible&lt;/strong&gt; and so &lt;strong&gt;bitter&lt;/strong&gt; that even plain water tasted sweet! Yuck, I hate &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;panadol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie and me walked around school today while waiting for Celine. I have no idea why we didn't just sit down but there we were, going up and down the stairs, going back and forth the same route we took, looking at everything and everyone until....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;BOOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most loudest, angriest and fiercest thunder I've ever heard, struck. Even the lightning was such a bright,white flash that it immediately grabbed my fullest attention. And it happened right in front of where we were heading to. Well outdoors anyway. We were safe under the shelter near the basketball court. I did not scream mind you, I simply shrieked and grabbed Debbie's arm and squeezed it until I reminded myself to let go. Well &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; taught us a lesson. We got to the bench nearby and sat there until Celine came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie didn't really scream too. She was kinda in a daze, shock and laughing at the same time. She told me later that the uncle who takes care of school property or whatever immediately covered the top of his head and tried to run away but turned around to remind the people at the basketball court to stop playing. If you really, desperately want to know how funny it was, go ask Debbie and she'll do a demo for you. :D I have to admit though, that uncle was brave and responsible enough to remind them players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-7607271394547570811?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/7607271394547570811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=7607271394547570811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/7607271394547570811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/7607271394547570811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/07/wasting-time-chasing-cars.html' title='Wasting time chasing cars'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-3028698643384375906</id><published>2009-07-08T19:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T19:24:51.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCHHHHH!</title><content type='html'>My thighs are aching from PE!&lt;br /&gt;We had to do this torturous form of exercise where we had to run around the school, get back and do 10 jumping jacks, 10 crunches, 10 sit ups, and10 lunges. And this was just one set. We had to do it 4 times! Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now everytime I go up or down the stairs, run too much or even just get up, I'll feel this tight strech across my thighs. Don't know if good or not but I'm sure it'll be gone soon anyway so I'll tell myself not to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO EMBARRASSINGLY OUT OF SHAPE! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&gt;;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;______________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to stay up to watch the first broadcast of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MJ's&lt;/span&gt; memorial but I soon gave up by 1.05. Wasted effort! I missed today's 5.30pm slot too so looks like I'll have to depend on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt; and hope someone was thoughtful enough to record it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days after The King of Pop was pronounced dead, my brother wanted to learn about the moonwalk. So he watched videos about it and one thing led to another and very soon, we both found ourselves watching "Thriller", &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MJ's&lt;/span&gt; movie. My brother and I watched it years ago when we were young and scared of the movie. But when I watched the movie again, it wasn't as scary as I thought it was and the moves were all really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; proves that if you take some time and redo somethings again, it's not as bad as it seems. You might even like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-3028698643384375906?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/3028698643384375906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=3028698643384375906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/3028698643384375906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/3028698643384375906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/07/ouuuuuuuucccccccccchhhhh.html' title='OUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCHHHHH!'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-1683096483990712282</id><published>2009-07-07T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T19:22:11.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a confession to make.</title><content type='html'>My intention of having a blog was so I could let out my feelings onto it. It was so I could type down my problems and joy.  But I've realised I haven't been using it for that purpose at all. I haven't been totally truthful with my feelings on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie's noticed this and she encouraged me to put out my feelings but to be honest, I can't. I have too many things that I'm not ready to share yet. Every time I'm onto something that matters to me, I'd stop and press the backspace button.  Because I'm afraid of what other people might think of me. I'm very blunt with words.  Even though I try not to, the things I don't do end up hurting them. Debbie, you've had a glimpse of what I mean by personal words. You've read that entry and I think you know what kind of pain I'm feeling. And that I can't let it be known. Sometimes, it's better if nobody knows what's going on. At least that way, you won't fall apart in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if I really have grown up yet and really thought things through. Other times, I wonder if I'm thinking of too much and am growing too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really want me to be honest with my feelings, you shouldn't depend on my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-1683096483990712282?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/1683096483990712282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=1683096483990712282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/1683096483990712282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/1683096483990712282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-confession-to-make.html' title='I have a confession to make.'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-3959915303530511834</id><published>2009-07-02T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T22:45:49.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wana take a ride on your disco stick</title><content type='html'>Today, after sending &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shermei&lt;/span&gt; off for her tuition, Debbie and I went to Parkway Parade in search of tuition centres and notebooks. After we got bored of it, which was pretty soon, we made our way to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tampines&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Debbie got a Mint Chocolate Kiss ice cream and went, "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Amalina&lt;/span&gt;! Do you have money??". Her voice was such in a tight panic and she had on a funny expression so I had to laugh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got Chocolate Swirl Flavour Burst and when we realised we missed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Frolick&lt;/span&gt; and a better cafe, Debbie got all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dramatic&lt;/span&gt; going, "My life and luck suck!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I waited outside a shop that sold explicit, funny things because I still had my ice cream and Debbie looked through &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SodoFuku&lt;/span&gt; and other sex board games.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was when I realised my ice cream was leaking chocolate! My ice cream had menses! I had a hard time licking the top and sucking the bottom (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aww&lt;/span&gt;, this is so wrong! But appropriate!) and Debbie went hysterical, bending over, holding her stomach, laughing and she almost hit some guys' down there!&lt;/p&gt;We spotted a girl having a dance off with her friend. She was furiously stamping the arrows and it was perfect. But hell no, it wasn't dancing. Something further than that. It was said that some people like to practise some songs then they'll show it off at arcades! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pshhhht&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two tall guys walked past us and you know how much Debs like tall guys and this is what happened next:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Hey, look at them. So tall!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were going in the arcade. Less than a minute later, they when back out.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; "Eh, wanna follow them?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"Huh? For what!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"For fun &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lahhh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;C'mon&lt;/span&gt;, we can see where they're going! We've got nothing to do anyway!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed her arm and we walked behind them. On the way, we were chatting until Debbie realised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"Eh, you walk so slow! They're going already!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so she did &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wana&lt;/span&gt; follow! (;&lt;br /&gt;So we sped up and went down the escalator after them. By that point, they were already at the floor below us and the guy in pink glanced up at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Debbie? I think he saw us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"He did? I think they know we're following them. Let's stop okay? They walk so fast anyway!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went down the escalator &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;slowwwwly&lt;/span&gt; after them (just to show we called it quits) and complained in silly voices about how they're so bad to not let us follow them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;! Okay, so I was looking for adventure and I read about people following other people for short fun and they got onto something big. I wasn't hoping for that, just a little excitement! :D And yes, it was really silly but it must have been the sugar in the ice cream and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;yogurt&lt;/span&gt; that made us did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explained to Debbie why &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;blow jobs&lt;/span&gt; are just a turn off, but I got too excited and Debbie went "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shhhh&lt;/span&gt;! You talk so loud!". Oh. My. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gaaaahssxzsxzs&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;! Debbie couldn't and didn't stop laughing at me and I couldn't and didn't stop laughing at her, laughing at me cause she looked silly and her laughter is infectious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what we did. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-3959915303530511834?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/3959915303530511834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=3959915303530511834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/3959915303530511834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/3959915303530511834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wana-take-ride-on-your-disco-stick.html' title='I wana take a ride on your disco stick'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-4348989987932390736</id><published>2009-06-30T18:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T18:38:34.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's have some fun, this beat is sick.</title><content type='html'>So school's back and everything's the same before. With a few changes! Like what is up with Dion's new hairstyle?? Ahaha, "The Monk, Dion Dino". (Cause I typed his name in t9 and it came out as Dino.) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and H1N1 too lah. How could I forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's see. In a matter of 3 days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vig has to teach me,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Haziqah and Zul aren't together anymore,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Debbie is disappointed yet again,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had AYG on monday (Maziyah say&lt;em&gt; whuuuut&lt;/em&gt;?),&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends have been quarantined,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And my feelings have been in hiding.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But before I go, I have this ad that I bet many of you have seen. I chuckled all the way. And my brother and me are thinking: Is this edited or are they for real? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Cadbury Ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TVblWq3tDwY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TVblWq3tDwY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me crazy, but with all the new precautions H1N1 almost seems fun. Mmm or maybe I shouldn't have typed this bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-4348989987932390736?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/4348989987932390736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=4348989987932390736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/4348989987932390736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/4348989987932390736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/06/lets-have-some-fun-this-beat-is-sick.html' title='Let&apos;s have some fun, this beat is sick.'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-5076114195351287548</id><published>2009-06-25T15:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T16:25:24.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's keep things updated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SkMqclekeeI/AAAAAAAAAfs/RG-MBTU-Wog/s1600-h/DSC00217.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SkMqcdHExgI/AAAAAAAAAfk/1JgxT4cgfOk/s1600-h/DSC00216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351167450585286146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SkMqcdHExgI/AAAAAAAAAfk/1JgxT4cgfOk/s320/DSC00216.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this old pic. The bear was abandoned but it looked cute so I took it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Right after drama, Farahin, Zul, Naufal, Vignesh, Brian and me went to KFC. We lingered there a while more while waiting for Naufal who was doing his homework. Somehow, he managed to get Brian to do it for him. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tsk tsk&lt;/span&gt;. Well this stopped when Haziqah texted him that she knew. Brian's response were funny and naive. Haha! I couldn't stop myself from grinning so after a while, it was quite obvious on who blabbed on them. On my defense, I didn't actually blab, I just told Haziqah what we were doing. (halo) Vig was being -erm, how do I put this- ....himself. Zul was playing with Vig's Guitar Hero (phone version) and Farahin and I were being good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally did get out, Farahin had to go we said our goodbyes as the rest of us went to Cash Converters because for some reason Vig and Naufal wanted to check the guitars out. They made fun of the small, lousy guitars that were &lt;em&gt;butt-ugly&lt;/em&gt;. And they were doing it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;aloud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and complained about the untuned strings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then we went to the library which was just opposite of Cash Converter's and found a quiet corner to sit on the 2nd floor. Welllllllll, it wasn't quiet when we got there. Even with our whispering, nobody could stop us from our guffawing. Us drama kids,&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; it's tough to be quiet when we've been taught to project loudly&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vignesh came up with this game where we had to put on Naufal's headphones and crank it up so loud that we couldn't hear anything but the music. While this was going on, everyone else had to ask a question and the person had to either say yes or no. Of course, the person won't know what he's answering to so it was funny when he answered "yes" to stupid things. The questions asked were mostly lame, but that made it funnier. :D The thing is, they liked asking stupid sex questions and being the only girl there made me feel slightly uncomfortable. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Awkward!&lt;/span&gt; But I wanted to play to so to hell with awkward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided it was too sophisticated and quiet for us to play that game so we went up to the 3rd floor where we could talk loudly. Haha, &lt;em&gt;bad idea&lt;/em&gt;! That floor was the kids' level so when the game (and the questions!) got more exciting and loud, the Librian told us that we had to be "good examples to the young kids". That didn't stop the game though. ;) We just lowered our voices and went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was chatting with Haziqah through msn when the laptop auto off-ed to install some updates. (Annoying much!) Finally, when I was online again, I told Haziqah about it and she replied:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"My Sister Is In The Toilet"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, it wasn't her but her younger brother, Akmal who typed that. It was so cuuuuute and funny that I laughed aloud. It was like some title what with each capitalised word! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ima end this post with reassurance: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yes Haziqah, Farahin and I miss you too! xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SkMyZhfhktI/AAAAAAAAAf0/BV4ADMbSo1w/s1600-h/DSC00217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351176196314993362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SkMyZhfhktI/AAAAAAAAAf0/BV4ADMbSo1w/s320/DSC00217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bye! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-5076114195351287548?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5076114195351287548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=5076114195351287548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/5076114195351287548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/5076114195351287548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/06/lets-keep-things-updated.html' title='Let&apos;s keep things updated.'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SkMqcdHExgI/AAAAAAAAAfk/1JgxT4cgfOk/s72-c/DSC00216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-302424007271119453</id><published>2009-06-23T15:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T15:27:59.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father(less) Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mLU1NGPWxUw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mLU1NGPWxUw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heh. Funny mum. :D&lt;br /&gt;Just one thing: What's up with the crying??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-302424007271119453?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/302424007271119453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=302424007271119453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/302424007271119453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/302424007271119453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fatherless-day.html' title='Happy Father(less) Day!'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-1850973748793558927</id><published>2009-06-22T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T20:48:32.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Paper Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"I'm the kind of guy you want after you've been through all the guys who break your heart, all the bad boys who aren't worth the time you spend on them. The one who might not have looked that interesting when you're twenty but who looks really, really great when you get all that out of your system."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;_______________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 I'd like to jump into the time teleporter and go all the way back to last year. I'd study harder. I'd make new friends and treasure the old ones. I'd pay attention in class and be good. I would fight less with my mother. I'd learn to control my temper and my tears. I'd scratch every painful memory away. I'd stop hurting people who never hurt me back. I'd think of Allah more. I'd be a better daughter, sister, friend and person. I'd forget all the hurt and start afresh. I'd like to travel back in time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would please like to forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-1850973748793558927?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/1850973748793558927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=1850973748793558927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/1850973748793558927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/1850973748793558927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/06/paper-marriage.html' title='The Paper Marriage'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-703735926255914140</id><published>2009-06-18T19:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T19:52:44.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drag me to hell.</title><content type='html'>Firstly, I'm sorry that I didn't watch a movie with you, Debbie! I wanted to watch the show real bad and I didn't want to wait til Sunday. But I was right Debbie, I did scream and I think you would've too. It was that scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did my post title scare you? :D Don't worry, it wasn't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;referring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to me. It's the title of the movie I watched with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sabrinah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just yesterday. I went out with just her but I would rather have gone in a nice, large group. Well, for one thing, I wouldn't have screamed as much. You know, trying to keep up my rep. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, kidding &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. About the rep anyway. But it really would have been nice to watch in a big group. To you know ...shut me up from screaming as much. Not that I screamed that much. Maybe a couple of times. Okay fine, slightly more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit though, it was the first time I watched a horror film in a cinema. Sad. I'd usually watch in the safety of my home where I can wrap myself up in my soft, cozy blanket (that can magically protect me), grab my pillow (see no evil) and where the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;volume&lt;/span&gt; can be controlled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of volume, It was so loud that even when I covered my ears, I could hear the rattle of the teacup. I was thinking, "Can someone pass the remote in this direction please". Really. It was the second time that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sabrinah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was watching it so knew when the terrifying scenes were. So when I saw her fingers racing to cover her ears, I knew it was my cue to do the same.The only downside was it wasn't as much fun scaring myself but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pshht&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the volume was so loud, so it's a reasonable excuse. Eh, reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some parts, I was scared, no, more like shocked to bits that I immediately squeezed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sabrinah's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; arm for comfort. She simply &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;swat&lt;/span&gt; my hand off. Only when I was seated properly did I realize that I took up a third of her seat space just leaning towards her and cowering behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around and everyone else was watching intently, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unnerved&lt;/span&gt; and totally cool. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wellll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, either that or they were wetting their pants and squeezing their eyes shut tight. The coolest one must have been the guy beside me. He was alone and didn't even flinch or wince during the gross/ scary scenes.He was so relaxed, sipping his drink. And I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sworn he chuckled at me while I was shrieking. But there were some scenes that were funny though and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sabrinah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I laughed out loud. I managed to hear the guy beside let out a laugh too. I was surprised at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Anywayyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, today I watched it again at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haziqah's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; place with Brian and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vignesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cause they hadn't seen it yet. And &lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yesssss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ah&lt;/em&gt;. It was the deafening volume Golden Village played it on. Blame it on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-volume. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching the movie(at the cinema), I was wondering how much more greater it would have been if I watched it with Debbie, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haziqah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Azhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I gotta go now. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. "Surrender the laptop or else".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-703735926255914140?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/703735926255914140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=703735926255914140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/703735926255914140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/703735926255914140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/06/drag-me-to-hell.html' title='Drag me to hell.'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-1184167192484505548</id><published>2009-06-16T13:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T16:09:07.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie boooo. =/</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/95KuzIMwxZY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/95KuzIMwxZY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn this on the guitar. What's the point of having one when I don't even use it? -___-&lt;br /&gt;I like the song. It's so sad and touching. Especially his voice. So sad and calming. But I don't think the girl (Ellisa Franchessi) should be singing in such a high pitch. She sounded off key when she sang "noughts and" at 2.50. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently really into songs with meaningful lyrics now. More than ever. The lyrics would bring back painful memories and that's so soothing to me. I don't know why, I can't explain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, listen to this kid. Dayyum, he's good! I couldn't even text back during that time because I was so impressed by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jdxvzvuyepA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jdxvzvuyepA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-1184167192484505548?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/1184167192484505548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=1184167192484505548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/1184167192484505548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/1184167192484505548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/06/movie-boooo.html' title='Movie boooo. =/'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-1347743871280711273</id><published>2009-06-15T19:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T19:54:36.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore English.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wYsz85Z9Ho4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wYsz85Z9Ho4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Tyler spoke, I was like&lt;em&gt; "Woaaaah". &lt;/em&gt;He can actually speak perfect Singlish. Ironic, right?&lt;br /&gt;Shan can't do Singlish! He sounds like a Filipino/Jamaican. XD Harharhar.&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Tyler is a better actor and convincer(?) than Shan. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Yo mama so fat, after sex, I rolled over twice, I was still on the bitch!"&lt;br /&gt;"See the problem is Shan, I don't have a mama. Me and my Dad shared yours"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been thinking about this so here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Food for thought:&lt;br /&gt;What if we were all part of someone else's dream and that person decided to wake up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-1347743871280711273?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/1347743871280711273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=1347743871280711273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/1347743871280711273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/1347743871280711273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/06/singapore-english.html' title='Singapore English.'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-7926125945486231327</id><published>2009-06-15T18:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T19:13:10.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just the other day I went out and spotted look-a-likes. There was a lot of 'em look-a-likes but i only clearly remember the look-a-like that looked  like Celine &amp;amp; Debbie combined together. Same hair and face and legs and body. Though she looked slightly older and Celine and DEbbie are prettier than she. She was in the mrt opposite of the mrt I was in and I almost waved. Almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anywaaaayyyy, I catched Night At The Museum 2 that night and it was funny. Definitely more intense and exciting. Dexter (the monkey) had a new friend and it was damn funny when both of them started slapping Larry Daley(the nightguard). The new characters made the story more interesting, good guys and bad. I was laughing so much, the seats were shaking. (fufufufu) And the guy beside me guffawed so loud that even his laugh was funny. It sounded out of breath and comical. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though this has no relation whatsoever to the paragraph above,&lt;br /&gt;Thumbs Up for Chewy Junior.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-7926125945486231327?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/7926125945486231327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=7926125945486231327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/7926125945486231327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/7926125945486231327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-other-day-i-went-out-and-spotted.html' title=''/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-5102952373670261518</id><published>2009-06-09T18:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T18:37:54.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotdoggydog! Whoaaa boy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KlN_Pf9cNGI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KlN_Pf9cNGI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;I laughed aloud to this!&lt;br /&gt;He reminds me of someone who could be that hyper with even the tiniest thing. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;And I like it when he flipped his hair and smoothened it. (1.51)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-5102952373670261518?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5102952373670261518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=5102952373670261518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/5102952373670261518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/5102952373670261518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/06/hotdoggydog-whoaaa-boy.html' title='Hotdoggydog! Whoaaa boy.'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-304834979005652064</id><published>2009-06-05T14:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T14:49:03.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What next?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rP-KFnYg6Hw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rP-KFnYg6Hw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabrinah and me watched this video and I wanted to share it here. :3&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha! He was named "The coolest dork in the world" by a fan. Not much I can say about his impersonation of Beyonce's dance but claps for him being brave for his loyal fans. (stiffles laughs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esp for _________ *wink wink Hint! HINT!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6B9vqCou2II&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6B9vqCou2II&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this! Is a scene in Boys Over Flowers (faint screaming) where Jan Di plays the piano for Jun Pyo. She was set up by The Witch to play a birthday song but she didn't know how so she ust sang what was on her mind for Jun Pyo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently going palooza over Boys Over Flowers. The only thing I'm stumped at s their title because there's "Boys Over Flowers/ Boys Before Flowers" despite it being the same show. And I'm not sure why the tile is even Boys Over Flowers. What a name. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-304834979005652064?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/304834979005652064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=304834979005652064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/304834979005652064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/304834979005652064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-next.html' title='What next?'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-7039617954321813433</id><published>2009-05-30T20:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:58:41.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabrinah's Instand Claim to Fame! (and what not)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, so recently, I had an sms conversation with this Crazy Kid and she told me to put it up here so ya'll can have something to laugh about. Let me warn you first that it's long but you can skip the first 14 paragraphs of the...story. You'd understand how all these came along if you read all though! Oh, and Charleyh is our imaginary friend we made up after Haziqah's kid brother did that "Charlie bit my finger" scene. Mary is his unicorn The Crazy Kid created. Filled with embarrassing/dirty scenes. Remember! &lt;em&gt;IT'S JUST FOR LAUGHTER'S SAKE!&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Sabrinah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Amalina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaand action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You can dance to Chris Brown's "Save Me" too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Hahaha wah someone's exploring the world of Chris Brown alsoooo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Are you surfing the net? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;If yes, search for the nokia E63 and tell me if it's nice. I mean the outlook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I wasn't exploring him. It was in my phone all along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Oh okay. So have you seen the phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you okay? You seem mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yes. Mad. I'm surprised you can tell through the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I have a way of knowing how people feel. It's my specialty. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I can get the phone for free because my mobile plan is ending and starhub offered me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I saw the phone in the New Paper. It kinda looks like a blackberry with very tiny buttons. Like a mini keyboard. It's 3G and can be found at Tampines 1. Waaaah. Damn lucky ah you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I know right. My patience paid off.&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting since primary school for an expensive phone. My parents always use my plan offers for their own. I've been mad and disappointed and the waiting has paid off.&lt;br /&gt;When i told my dad he said "eh, nice phone ah. I need it more than you do. You're just a student"&lt;br /&gt;then i banged the table and have a very emphasised NO. Then bla bla bla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Haha! So cute! Good job! Did you really bang the table? I wouldnt have that much patience. I'd get sad the first round but mad and impatient the next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Yes I did with that almost crying voice. Then I cried in the room for 2 minutes by myself. Then long story and i think he's going to bring me this coming week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Haha! Two minutes only! What a cry baby! XP Real or crocodile tears? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Haha real la! Three years of waiting, it's enough already! But i'm good with crocodile tears :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Heh heh. Note to self: beware of slimy sabrinah and her pet croc's tears. Why slimy? Cause it starts with an S just like you name. Haha! Lame right! Charleyh don't be lame now! Cha...Charleyh!! Come back here with my bra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya la lame la hahaha. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! That charley joke was off tha hook dawg. :D :D :D  Mary! Go get Charley! Gallop your way through and use your unicorn horn to give him an atomic wedgie before he runs off with amalina's bra! It's la senza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ahaha! (Puts on horribly fake brit accent) It's not the expensive (emphasise expensive!) brand, my dear! That's the only bra I have left! (Screams) CHARLEYHHHH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;(gives a disgusted look and looks at horrible british amalina running with her fats scwabling and scrambling everywhere the wind blows.)  charley! Cha...Oh what the heck? (mary took the bra already) Come here you slow poke! *slaps mary the unicorn* HOW DARE YOU DEFY ME! (emphasise dare and defy) I told you to be FAST, not be LUST by wearing that slutty bra of amalina's!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;AHAHAHAHA! I hacking lol-ed at that one! (Unplugs switch) That's it sabrinah! No more tv for you! All those shitty shows are rotting your brain and ruining your hair! (Bimbo-mistic voice) we must keep in check our appearances, girlfriend! (Checks tv schedule) Oh wait! That porn show is playing! (Shoves plug back in) okay lah, we watch for another 2 hours THEN i unplug lah okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Hahahaha Hahaha Hahaha! You little rascal! Mary, off the damned tv. May heaven bless mary. (turns to do something then turned back and saw charley and mary AND amalina watching the porn show together) (!!!) JESUS CHR... Hey wait, that's pamela anderson right? Oh wells, pshht pshhfttt, count me in (rolls eyes and smiles then sit down with the other pervs) :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've updated my blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy to read ah Hahaha. Get on with charley's conversation. Oh ya, post our conversation in your blog. It'll be funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Haha! Okay! So should I start from the phone thing (embarrassing for sab yesss ah! or from the cool-part-that-makes-us-seem-like-over-hyperactive-children? And i'll leave your name okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Just start from the starting of the conversation. Starting from the about my phone message which you replied with charlie snatching your bra. Every word okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Haha. Okay. I'll name it "Sabrinah's Instant Claim to Fame! (and what not)" And I'm not putting my name on the last part!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey every word! No fair! Put la! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Copied from inbox alphabet-to-alphabet. Someone please remind me why I bothered doing this! (Slaps head) (Zones out for a while. Regains consciousness) Oh ya. To make you laugh. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-7039617954321813433?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/7039617954321813433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=7039617954321813433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/7039617954321813433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/7039617954321813433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/05/sabrinahs-instand-claim-to-fame-and.html' title='Sabrinah&apos;s Instand Claim to Fame! (and what not)'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-1836078055778070586</id><published>2009-05-30T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T20:00:23.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy? Holidays?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The start of the holidays have officially started! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Great timing, i think. I need to start revising! With my super lousy grades, I have to really start focusing. Maybe if i close my eyes hard enough, I could start being great friends with my textbooks and all the information would automatically be sucked into my brain and &lt;em&gt;then &lt;/em&gt;I won't need to study! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hah&lt;/span&gt;! As if! (smacks head...lightly) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*random thought* do you think multi &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;taskers&lt;/span&gt; are prone to being workaholics?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Anywaysssssss&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I've been rewriting notes today. Geography. Because i like it. And okay,(dare i say it?)  because I know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; quite good in it. Speaking of which! I've dropped tremendously in it. From A1 to C6. Because I didn't study. Weirdly enough, I felt like I had to drop studying during the exams just because. Overall, I got 63 (which is a B4 grade) for geography. And and and! That's the best grade I got among the other overalls (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt;). So you can pretty much guess how much I sucked for the Mid Years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hold on, I need to give myself a good shake-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ake&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ake&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ake&lt;/span&gt;! To wake up because I need to "get my head in the game". &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yeesh&lt;/span&gt; I hate that phrase. So High School Musical-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my mom said, I "need to be pushed back up that ladder". I think she means The Ladder To Success (singing angels). Some ladder. It's got so much grease on it, it's hard to hold on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my holidays won't be such a drag! I intend to study smart but play hard as well. :) I've got that playing part covered but I'll need to have Intense Studying. (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;..somehow, "playing" sounds wrong. *wink wink*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Weeeee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Siang&lt;/span&gt;, if we &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; watch a movie, can we &lt;em&gt;please&lt;/em&gt; watch horror? Or comedy? Terminator sounds &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; blah! (Don't blame me for that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;weeee&lt;/span&gt; part, but thanks to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;debbie&lt;/span&gt; it's become really addictive :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end it off with  "Happy Holidays!". Though it sounds cliche and horribly ironic because: &lt;em&gt;happy&lt;/em&gt;? and &lt;em&gt;holidays&lt;/em&gt;??. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pfft&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; More like "Happy Studying-By-Yourself-Hope-You-Enjoy-It"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-1836078055778070586?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/1836078055778070586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=1836078055778070586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/1836078055778070586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/1836078055778070586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy? Holidays?'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-3790730844417124576</id><published>2009-05-26T19:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:30:46.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running is worthless if you can't get away fast enough.</title><content type='html'>Lately, my posts have been really negative. To put it lightly. Thus the lack of updates. But even with that "break", it doesn't die down and i've had a lot to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bus stop today, I saw four kids playing while waiting for a bus. The eldest of the four was somewhat the leader among them. Whatever she did, they followed suit. They danced and joked and giggled so much it made me smile and become nostalgic. I always thought growing up would be more fun given the authority and trust. But now when I really think about it, I realise i never wanted to grow up. I just wanted to be listened to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-3790730844417124576?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/3790730844417124576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=3790730844417124576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/3790730844417124576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/3790730844417124576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/05/running-is-worthless-if-you-cant-get.html' title='Running is worthless if you can&apos;t get away fast enough.'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-5680333256602979043</id><published>2009-05-15T19:25:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:51:17.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the exams are done. i'm back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/Sg1eNNs1gLI/AAAAAAAAAe8/xtwvvz0Y1Wg/s1600-h/DSC00276%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; 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HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336011282944076354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/Sg1R_Y1bqkI/AAAAAAAAAZE/YhMdkTQNLG4/s400/DSC00209%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/Sg1R_L_ANJI/AAAAAAAAAY8/bC_4QQpQVFg/s1600-h/DSC00208%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336011279494558866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/Sg1R_L_ANJI/AAAAAAAAAY8/bC_4QQpQVFg/s400/DSC00208%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Jyeah. So after school today, we somehow ended up at the beach. And &lt;em&gt;wow,&lt;/em&gt; the walk there was worth it. Not that it was the cleanest beach I've been to but the weather was awesome. It was drizzling and strong winds were blowing. Haven't had that kind of weather for some time now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The pictures aren't in order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;First, we were at one end just sitting there, talking, taking photos, singing and just plain relaxing lah. Then it started to drizzle so we walked  further up ahead towards the shelter. And I saw Jodi with a bike, a friend and two dogs. That's when debbie took photos of them. From the shelter, the beach looked so welcoming so Debbie and I went there and took photos even though it was still drizzling. I saw two trees growing in at the edge of the sea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;We saw crabs and coconuts and shells and odd stuff and were just snapping away. Shermei and Aizan were there too though they were more calm then us. We sat on the bench and the wind picked up and the slight drizzle was back. It was great. The drizzle grew slighty more heavier and we just sat there thinking towards the open sea. Debbie and me even read under the rain. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;It was nice being able to let myself be distracted and dream after exam period. I think i totally sucked in them. Let's the results do the talking. I feel like dropping everything to just do what i want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have things to say but I'm not sure how to say it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-5680333256602979043?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5680333256602979043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=5680333256602979043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/5680333256602979043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/5680333256602979043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/05/exams-are-done-im-back.html' title='the exams are done. i&apos;m back.'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/Sg1eNNs1gLI/AAAAAAAAAe8/xtwvvz0Y1Wg/s72-c/DSC00276%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-9148880074426847181</id><published>2009-05-13T16:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T17:30:09.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I'm on my break.</title><content type='html'>So I was tagged by &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wee Siang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Are you single ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(skips)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Are you happy ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;At times, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Are you bored ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Uh..not really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Are you fair ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fair as in that justice kind of fair? Most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Are you italian ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Are you honest ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When I have to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Are you nice ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Are you irish ？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Are you Asian ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TENS FACTS :&lt;br /&gt;★Full Name :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nur Amalina Batrisyiah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Nickname :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(too many)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Birthplace :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Hair colour :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Natural Hairstyle :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Whut?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Birthday ：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;31st October 1994&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Mood :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Generally calm and dreamy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Favourite Colours :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eye catching kinds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★One place you like to visit :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Heaven. Seriously. Always wonders what's beyond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TENS THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;★Have you been in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I doubt so, but it could have gone unnoticed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;No. There's more than just what you see, right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Do you currently have a crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Have you ever broken anyone's heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Have you ever been hurt emotionally?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yes. Karma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Have you ever had your heart broken and when?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yes. Not too long ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Have you ever liked anyone but  afraid to tell him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Are you afraid commitment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Who was the last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I forgot. I haven't had one in a long time. hint,hint*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Who was th last person you said i love you to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I think it was my mum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~TENS THIS OR THAT&lt;br /&gt;★Love or Lust ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Hard liquor or beer ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(skips)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Cats or Dogs ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cats cause their huggable and dogs cause their playful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★A few best friends or any regular friends ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Few best friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Creamy or crunchy ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Crunchy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Wild night out or romantic night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A mix of both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Money or happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Open arms for both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Night or day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★IM or phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TENS HAVE YOU EVERS :&lt;br /&gt;★Been caught sneaking out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Seen a polar bear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Done something you regret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yes, but it's over anyway so move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Bungee jumped?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ahh! No way i wouldn't dare!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Eaten food that fell on th floor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Finished an entire jaw breaker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What's that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Been caught naked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(covers question) TRALALALALA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Wanted an ex gf/bf back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ha. No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Cried because you lost a pet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Not so emotionally attached to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Wanted to disappear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN PREFERENCES IN A PARTNER :&lt;br /&gt;★Smile or eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Light or dark hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Don't mind either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Hugs or Kisses ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Hugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Shorter or Taller?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Taller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Intelligence or attraction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I want both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Topman or Zara?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Topman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Funny or serious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Both but more to funny. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Older or Younger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;As long as the age gap isn't too big, i don't really mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Outgoing or quiet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Outgoing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Sweet or bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sweet. With a pinch of bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN HAVE YOUS:&lt;br /&gt;★Ever performed in front of a large crowd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yes, and it was exhilirating. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Ever talked on a phone longer than a hour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Ever tried walking on your hands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Heehee. Yes. But it was more like standing on them for a mere 2 seconds before toppling over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Ever been to a rock concert?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Wo mei you jien. (sp? sorry if wrong ah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Ever been on a cheerleading team?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yes, in P6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Ever been on a dance team?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yes. I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; dancing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Ever been on a sport team?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Ever been in a drama play/ production?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yes, just recently at SYF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Ever owned a BMW...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;No. Not much interest in cars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Ever been in a rape video?&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHA. Does raping your stuff toy count? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN LASTS&lt;br /&gt;★Last phone call you made?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sabrinah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ehhh. Didn't I answer this already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Last person you hanged out with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Debbie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Last time you worked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I don't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Last time you IM-ed to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Before the exams when I had the com all for &lt;em&gt;myself.&lt;/em&gt; Speaking of exams...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Last person you texted to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Azhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Last person you went to movie with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Haziqah, Zul, Julz, Vig. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yes, it was that long ago. Sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Last person/thing you missed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Meaning what? What I don't miss? Or the latest thing/person i miss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Last website visited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Youtube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN PEOPLE TO DO THIS :&lt;br /&gt;anyone interested? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-9148880074426847181?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/9148880074426847181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=9148880074426847181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/9148880074426847181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/9148880074426847181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/05/because-im-on-my-break.html' title='Because I&apos;m on my break.'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-2019309240299914887</id><published>2009-05-05T20:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:47:32.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>False hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm going to be terribly honest with myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel horrible.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too tense to move, to hurt to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these years I had fooled myself thinking you could save me, but you had yet to save yourself. You convinced me you were my best friend so I put my trust in you but you used it to turn it against me. I have no voice of my own because you refuse to listen. Sometimes I want things to be just as they were. When you accuse me of our friendship, I turn cold and I harden up inside. I'm too used to that now so that's how i am with you. You taught me to toughen up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned another thing about myself.&lt;br /&gt;I try not to get too close with anyone because i fall to hard. I'm afraid it might be too hard to pick myself up from the mess i made.&lt;br /&gt;I would wrap myself up in a blanket and hide my face with my bolster. So no one could see that I was crying. So no one could know that i was stifling my tears.&lt;br /&gt;Over time, I've created a cocoon of protection. It's been there to give me warmth and comfort and a place to think. And yet it was the very thing that hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;As i see it, everyone is sad. No one's in the right condition to sit for any exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-2019309240299914887?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/2019309240299914887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=2019309240299914887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/2019309240299914887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/2019309240299914887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/05/false-hope.html' title='False hope'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-1648719521940587941</id><published>2009-05-04T20:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:25:42.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blank is all i get.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;We dance around in a ring and suppose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But the Secret sits in the middle and knows&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- The Secret Sits, Robert Frost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Adjective of the day : frustrated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And for today, that's how I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[edited] To follow what i want or what's right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-1648719521940587941?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/1648719521940587941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=1648719521940587941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/1648719521940587941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/1648719521940587941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/05/blank-is-all-i-get.html' title='Blank is all i get.'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-7922563169896294300</id><published>2009-05-02T09:45:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T14:06:23.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/Sf0fbsOxGVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/c7fMBxpZ8U8/s1600-h/DSC00148%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 155px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331452094466562386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/Sf0fbsOxGVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/c7fMBxpZ8U8/s400/DSC00148%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Debbie: "Hello!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/Sf0pGEBpu8I/AAAAAAAAAXs/pOQ1Sk28gIg/s1600-h/DSC00190%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331462718013160386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/Sf0pGEBpu8I/AAAAAAAAAXs/pOQ1Sk28gIg/s400/DSC00190%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/Sf0y5PgikrI/AAAAAAAAAYc/H0ESpXioSio/s1600-h/sixthone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331473492873482930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/Sf0y5PgikrI/AAAAAAAAAYc/H0ESpXioSio/s400/sixthone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/Sf0pF0G4N5I/AAAAAAAAAXk/dTswzVSiDEc/s1600-h/DSC00192%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331462713740113810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/Sf0pF0G4N5I/AAAAAAAAAXk/dTswzVSiDEc/s400/DSC00192%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/Sf0y5NsJ90I/AAAAAAAAAYU/X7n3pGue3p8/s1600-h/seventhone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331473492385331010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/Sf0y5NsJ90I/AAAAAAAAAYU/X7n3pGue3p8/s400/seventhone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/Sf0y5cbElGI/AAAAAAAAAYk/nBwafBKou8o/s1600-h/thirdone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 212px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331473496340206690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/Sf0y5cbElGI/AAAAAAAAAYk/nBwafBKou8o/s400/thirdone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/Sf0fbQVSBNI/AAAAAAAAAWc/a2RcXaFgENw/s1600-h/DSC00140%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 307px; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331452086977692882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/Sf0fbQVSBNI/AAAAAAAAAWc/a2RcXaFgENw/s400/DSC00140%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/Sf0fbQXUz_I/AAAAAAAAAWU/hFcpE2tMXwg/s1600-h/DSC00139%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 368px; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331452086986264562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/Sf0fbQXUz_I/AAAAAAAAAWU/hFcpE2tMXwg/s400/DSC00139%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/Sf0fbDrAQtI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Z82gqSaX0D0/s1600-h/DSC00120%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 236px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331452083579142866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/Sf0fbDrAQtI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Z82gqSaX0D0/s400/DSC00120%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pwetty. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/Sf0fAZznE8I/AAAAAAAAAWE/mRBrF3kA9kE/s1600-h/DSC00176%5B2%5D%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331451625664353218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/Sf0fAZznE8I/AAAAAAAAAWE/mRBrF3kA9kE/s400/DSC00176%5B2%5D%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/Sf0fAY8oY0I/AAAAAAAAAV8/apNWSzg_wzI/s1600-h/DSC00174%5B2%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 307px; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331451625433752386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/Sf0fAY8oY0I/AAAAAAAAAV8/apNWSzg_wzI/s400/DSC00174%5B2%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh. I look like a combo of weird + scary, yes? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/Sf0fAJ46jpI/AAAAAAAAAV0/NEPcNjrzBS8/s1600-h/DSC00169%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331451621391634066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/Sf0fAJ46jpI/AAAAAAAAAV0/NEPcNjrzBS8/s400/DSC00169%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/Sf0e_7U-2AI/AAAAAAAAAVs/PRp1kE9sMZk/s1600-h/DSC00168%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 307px; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331451617482823682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/Sf0e_7U-2AI/AAAAAAAAAVs/PRp1kE9sMZk/s400/DSC00168%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/Sf0e_4bCpTI/AAAAAAAAAVk/CyAEat98uhU/s1600-h/DSC00157%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 307px; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331451616702932274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/Sf0e_4bCpTI/AAAAAAAAAVk/CyAEat98uhU/s400/DSC00157%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Amalina : "Ooh! Instant mustache growth! Nyahaha." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Debbie: " Oh gosh. EVERYONE LOOK AT HER!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On labour day, Debbie and me met up on a study date. Of course, we took the pictures &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; we were done. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Okay, brief summary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We first had lunch at McD's and then made our way across to Starbucks. After hours of studying, we bought food and walked around while polishing them off. ( Gosh, Chewy Junior is damn good but severely messy to eat. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We separated from the mrt. From there, i met up my mum and brother at Tampines. Mr Shafiq sms-ed to say he saw me walking past the tampines starbucks and boy, i was surprised 'cause I didn't really expect to bump into anyone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yesterday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/Sf0qmRWrprI/AAAAAAAAAX0/TVCNiuYv7HY/s1600-h/DSC00188%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 370px; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331464370858469042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/Sf0qmRWrprI/AAAAAAAAAX0/TVCNiuYv7HY/s400/DSC00188%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I MET AQIL WHO, COINCIDENTALLY, IS IN THE SAME RELIGIOUS SCHOOL AS ME. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's been schooling there as long as I have and we've never met! Must have been my natural instincts to stay away from him... JUST KIDDING. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;____________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Keep breaking down things into smaller and smaller pieces and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;are you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;left&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-7922563169896294300?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/7922563169896294300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=7922563169896294300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/7922563169896294300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/7922563169896294300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/05/debbie-hello-pwetty.html' title=''/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/Sf0fbsOxGVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/c7fMBxpZ8U8/s72-c/DSC00148%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-6061667819579481068</id><published>2009-04-29T18:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:56:12.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I may be confused.</title><content type='html'>Today made me think a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I like to do but certainly not during lessons. Especially not before the exam period. I could barely concentrate during chemistry. Or during the rest of the day. I just wanted to sort out my feelings and thoughts. I'd sort out whatever that's bothering me first then get down to work. I'd never be able to concentrate properly if it were the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the end of school was nearing, I was upset. Something was bothering me but i didn't know what. Something happened which i am too embarrassed to say here. At that point, I just wanted a warm hug. I was tempted to sms Haziqah for her really comforting hugs but I didn't. I didn't want to bother anyone because I didn't know why I was so sad in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today made me think. And I've learned more about myself then ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-6061667819579481068?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/6061667819579481068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=6061667819579481068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/6061667819579481068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/6061667819579481068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-may-be-confused.html' title='I may be confused.'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-579274560881213219</id><published>2009-04-24T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:16:21.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beep bloop.</title><content type='html'>Ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a bat! Outside the house! It's tiny so I'm &lt;em&gt;guessing&lt;/em&gt; it's a baby. But I'm no experts on these things so don't take my word for it. What if it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a baby bat? Then it's mother won't be too far off. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Sab's place after school. Ahaha! We went there just to hang out. But if you want the specifics, ask me. :D We didn't want to study but we ended up doing just that. Thanks to her mom. We were blasting music and were singing to it and then her mom opened the door and ask "Sabrinah, why so noisy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside, i went shitshitshit. So we calmed ourselves down and started doing work. We did it at first for show but wahey, we did our work. :D (pats back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vant you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-579274560881213219?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/579274560881213219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=579274560881213219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/579274560881213219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/579274560881213219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/04/beep-bloop.html' title='beep bloop.'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-5070802664581902634</id><published>2009-04-23T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:01:14.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah Kon.</title><content type='html'>After a week of waiting for the SYF results, Mr Neo announced that &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;we bagged a silver&lt;/span&gt;. *claps loudly* I don't think it's too bad but i still think we could have clinched a gold. Anyway, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS TO EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt; OKAY.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I learn things about myself from other people. It's weird but when you think about it, you never know how you seem like from someone else's perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I learned about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My face is capable of giving death threats and I could look stuck-up. The real reason behind this is, I'm feeling neutral/bored/tired at that moment. So the next time I seem scary or snobby, you might have to think twice 'cause you wouldn't know.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Okay. This I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; didn't expect. Some actually say I'm mysterious. Ahaha! It seems ironic to me. I always think I reveal too much about myself. But, it also seems nice to know that I'm not such an open book at the same time. The quiz I did revealed that I'm also private and shy which sooo doesn't sound like me. .... does it?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Debbie says I can analyse people well based on their body language, voice tone and actions. :D I don't mind this because I just realised it and I think it's true. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We always thought we could hide everything. We were wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-5070802664581902634?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5070802664581902634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=5070802664581902634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/5070802664581902634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/5070802664581902634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/04/ah-kon.html' title='Ah Kon.'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-5838909669733012043</id><published>2009-04-21T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:38:02.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"EYH"</title><content type='html'>It was embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was called up during english to read out my speech. You know, the speech I've been working &lt;em&gt;days&lt;/em&gt; on.  So there I was, standing, slightly trembling but ready to read. After a deep breath, I started reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And what I heard was Fei Huang chuckling. I looked at his direction and saw that Shermei , Debbie and him were cracking up, faces red. I held my breath and tried to ignore them but I ended up laughing back at them instead. They looked silly and I probably looked silly laughing to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, laughing is how you would describe it &lt;em&gt;nicely&lt;/em&gt;. I giggled, chuckled and my body shook so hard because I was trying to hold my breath and control it. I reminded myself to breathe, to calm myself down. But I would crack up again because the three of them were distracting me. So, overall, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I looked like a fool. Thanks ah Debbie, Mei and FH&lt;/span&gt;. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Syafiq commented on that but at least he said my speech content and how I presented it (minus laughter) was enough to back me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MT is definitely brightening up. Not much work to do and so much laughter to pass around. It's distracting, I like. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Have you ever wondered if what you saw around you was pretend? If it was all in your head, your imagination? Maybe you built it as you were growing up. Your own world, haven and hell. Maybe the people around you aren't real. Maybe right now, you're living in someone else's body. Maybe you're actually living a dream.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought of that before? I've been thinking about it for some time now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-5838909669733012043?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5838909669733012043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=5838909669733012043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/5838909669733012043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/5838909669733012043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/04/eyh.html' title='&quot;EYH&quot;'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-828019452583944757</id><published>2009-04-20T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:06:35.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GREAT GOOGALI-MOOGALI!</title><content type='html'>Nickasaur! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the day dating the laptop. Watching "Hotel For Dogs" , blogging and finding music. So much for The Study Plan. The plan's probably giving me pity looks and tsk tsk tsk-ing me. Ah well! I'm doing science while at it. Multi-tasker mah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's finally quiet in my head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I lay the pieces at your feet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's finally starting to make sense&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Detention for Debbie, Sabrinah and me. Phoo-ey. It's a long story so I'm not gona go into it. I think someone drugged me, my mind's going HYPER. (hyperventilates) Teeheehee. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Word(s) of the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Superkalafragelisticexpialadociously cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-828019452583944757?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/828019452583944757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=828019452583944757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/828019452583944757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/828019452583944757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/04/great-googali-moogali.html' title='GREAT GOOGALI-MOOGALI!'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-6450087704615816635</id><published>2009-04-19T15:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T16:30:46.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill the heat man!</title><content type='html'>"What up pipel! This is DJ Rock in the house ya!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyahahaha. Yesterday was Speech &amp;amp; Carnival Day. As like the previous Speech &amp;amp; Carnival Days TPSS had, it was blistering &lt;em&gt;hot&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;em&gt; boring&lt;/em&gt;. One tour around the different stalls, and you can roughly know what stall sells what. 3E4 sold custom-designed shoes and were fairly popular. Thanks to &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SABRINAH&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tiara&lt;/span&gt; for the idea and shoes! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent like 6 bucks, i think, for charity. But the amount I spent is &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt; compared to what Debbie spent. *Claps* It's all for charity, keep that in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! I am &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; a happy customer at this particular stall which I will not name. They had this Haunted House thing going on and I was pretty curious so Faizah and me bought tickets. But! The line was&lt;em&gt; freakin' long&lt;/em&gt;! We were number 87 and when we checked, they were at 60 something. But when we checked again, they were at 40 something. And if you ask me people, something does &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; add up here. Ah wells, it was $1.50 anyway (which reminds me, I owe faizah that much) and it was for a good cause. The service can go suck Popsicles lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole event, Zul, Sab and me went over to Haziqah's (sorry Debbie!). We had lunch there (did I mention the food was great?!) and watched 1 and 1/4 movies. Nooo. That's not the title of the movie, we really did watch 1 and 1/4 of a movie. The second movie was such a bore that we didn't even bother to finish it up. Sab and me had to leave anyway so that's partly the reason. But believe me, if the movie was waaaay better i bet we would've stayed longer. The first movie was great though and I expected it to really freak me out based on what Haziqah told me but hey, I didn't scream as much as expected or wet my skivvies so... well done for me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached home, I could only read for a while before dozing off. I didn't even knew I was that tired until I woke up at around 10.30 (?) later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I skipped madrasah today. Bigadeal. I was still tired anyway. I've rested enough though, so I think if Debbie was here and did something silly, I'd laugh and join in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to finish up that malay compo. Yay! (pats back) But I've still got to revise and edit my English speech later on. Booooo. Speaking of revision! Ugh. I am sooo behind everyone. I need to catch up. So Debbie and me have devised a plan to do just that. Hopefully, we can even get to step one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You mah Soulja Boy, now tell 'em."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-6450087704615816635?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/6450087704615816635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=6450087704615816635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/6450087704615816635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/6450087704615816635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/04/kill-heat-man.html' title='Kill the heat man!'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-3147037562469156224</id><published>2009-04-17T19:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T20:27:15.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The update you've been looking for.</title><content type='html'>The past posts might have been confusing to you so I don't blame you if you don't understand them. I just needed to get them off my mind and let them flow into words. And what better way than my blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! On the 15th of April, it was to be my first and last ..... (jang jang jang) Drama SYF. The DramaInkers rushed up to the drama room and we were busy preparing. Ironing costumes, showering, make-up, hair, outfit, vocal training and lunch. By then, it was around 2.45 and we marched up and into the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weird thing, was that I wasn't even nervous. Not at all. I went up to stage, got the props ready and was just ready to kill the audience with our talent. During 2 scenes, my mind went "Scream!" and I did. I scared Debbie and Mr Syafiq with it. I never did it during rehearsals but it felt like I improved when I gave it my all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wana say that we did an AWESOME job and we probably stole the limelight from the other schools based on the judges' reactions. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thanks Jo!&lt;/span&gt; For all the effort you put in to polish us amateurs. We've all really improved and found our strengths. Thank you for volunteering to train us without pay because that was how much you cared. You've been a great teacher, instructor, listener and friend to all of us. We've grown very attached to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thanks Lewin&lt;/span&gt; for all the support you gave us and accompanying Jo to train us. You've helped her and the whole of DramaInk in more ways than one and I really appreciate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; teachers&lt;/span&gt; too for their care and effort. And &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thanks to Debbie&lt;/span&gt; for your support. I'm really really glad you were there to watch us because I felt more confident when you were there. Without even knowing it, you've helped me in ways I could never really explain. I love you for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;____________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay. What briefly happened today. Vig, Elv, Mr Syafiq, Tiara, Sabrinah and me went to the Singapore Press Holdings on a course about Radio DJs. Learned alot about what happens in the studio and met Rod &amp;amp; The Married Men and Boy Thunder up close. We even got a few seconds of fame live on air. Cracked silly jokes with Sabrinah and &lt;em&gt;dang,&lt;/em&gt; it was really fun with her. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Speech &amp;amp; Carnival Day tmr. I'm a little excited to see how&lt;em&gt; things&lt;/em&gt; turn out. Hope it'll be at least worth half of my time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, like."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-3147037562469156224?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/3147037562469156224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=3147037562469156224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/3147037562469156224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/3147037562469156224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/04/update-youve-been-looking-for.html' title='The update you&apos;ve been looking for.'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-5497808151287468309</id><published>2009-04-13T20:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:38:51.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The feeling comes at the most inappropriate of times. It chews you and spits you back out. It doesn't stop there though, it stomps on you, on your thoughts, on your will. And even after it's done, you know that it'll come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sick. Because you don't mind. You welcome it and you let it hurt you. To remind you of the pain others caused to you. Because the scar is still there. Fresh and deep. And you can't do anything because it was done. And it's too late to change it now. But you still feel the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd do anything to let your hurt be known but you're good at controlling it. But all that control has taken it's toll. On you. So you block people out and try to be polite. To protect them from the rage that's taken over you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view. Until you climb into his skin and walk around in it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;To kill a Mockingbird&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;__________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I try to be cheerful but as soon as I reach home,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; the mask slips off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; And I can't contain my emotions anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-5497808151287468309?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5497808151287468309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=5497808151287468309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/5497808151287468309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/5497808151287468309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/04/feeling-comes-at-most-inappropriate-of.html' title=''/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-1784518199791492560</id><published>2009-04-09T19:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:09:04.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To feel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inject me with emotion.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know if I've felt too little or too much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I know  now, is how numb I feel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Show me sad stories, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause I don't have the energy to know how it feels like when I cry anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Throw your problems at me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;let it out and let me absorb it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel like my soul has been drained dry of any emotion.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel so inhuman.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How can I even say that when I don't feel anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Punch me with sharp words.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe, by then I can cry it all out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel so empty and it's proven by my inability to let tears run.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To feel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-1784518199791492560?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/1784518199791492560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=1784518199791492560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/1784518199791492560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/1784518199791492560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-feel.html' title='To feel.'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-8566935375969250869</id><published>2009-04-07T20:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:34:04.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You the pot calling the kettle black.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;STOP. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reminding me how much I've changed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You haven't known me for very long, so don't judge me so fast.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You complain of my actions, the way I talk, how I behave. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So much that it's come to a point where I know what you want to tell me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;even before you finish your first sentence. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make me feel down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you expect me to think it's okay for you to thrash me with those piercing words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's worse is that you're not aware of how much you've changed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't see your mistakes, you only see mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate the rude things you've said.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The rude things you've did.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you walk around pretending you've done nothing wrong. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put space between us so I won't lose my patience with you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But somehow, you've managed to squeeze through the small holes I couldn't cover. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-8566935375969250869?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/8566935375969250869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-1312088173553831845</id><published>2009-04-06T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:36:14.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updown.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was raining today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It looked so peaceful despite it crashing onto the earth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It looked so peaceful compared to the thoughts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that stormed within me the previous day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;___________________________________&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sab and me went to take our I/C photos today. We were so worried about the how the photos would turn out but it looka like we didn't have to worry after all. Our photos sucked anyway and it's all thanks to the rookie photographer. F. She used the type of camera that people would use to take family photos. She didn't even use a camera stand! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our photos turned out to be terrible and we had to dig out 9 bucks for those fugly shots. That would be used for the rest on our lives. The things we do as proud Singaporeans. *AHEM*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rushed back to drama and gosh. I was damn hyper. For some weird reason, adrenaline was pumped inside me. I think it was because I'd been containing them for the whole day. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note: Mr Ang is an I.D.I.O.T and can go bore someone else for all I care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's end this off with a quote I got via email. :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;There are moments in life when you miss someone.&lt;br /&gt;So much that you just want to pick them from your dreams&lt;br /&gt;and hug them for real&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-1312088173553831845?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/1312088173553831845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=1312088173553831845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/1312088173553831845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/1312088173553831845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/04/updown.html' title='Updown.'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-5162680996286014357</id><published>2009-04-04T20:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T20:48:13.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spill out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've lost a friend who couldn't keep her promises.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I left her because being with her was too much of a heartache.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She never seemed to care while i silently suffered.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping this secret from her was hard, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it tore me into half.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being pulled by what i wanted &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and what friendship was about.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hide your feelings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you don't want anyone else to know about it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you hide it 'cause you don't want to hurt someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just like how they hurt you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because what you want to tell her is poison that could kill.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you just want to spit all that acid out &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but doing so would hurt her &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and whatever chance of a friendship you had left with her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm tired of hiding what I've thought about you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-5162680996286014357?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5162680996286014357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=5162680996286014357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/5162680996286014357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/5162680996286014357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/04/spill-out.html' title='Spill out.'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=9140604899901227983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/9140604899901227983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/9140604899901227983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/04/100th.html' title='100th.'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-3794251593391967716</id><published>2009-04-02T19:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:27:27.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my heartbeat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when i fall asleep,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dream of you and the visions of you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;they keep me warm at my coldest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bright colours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;they swirl inside me like waves crashing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel them in each thought of you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;they tease my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's something about you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that leaves me wondering, thinking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;About you and what you think of.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And wanting more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You hollow out my hungry eyes"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;_________________________________________&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Malay oral was serious shit. I kept on squeezing my hand under the table and kept stuttering and using broken malay. I admit, i was horrible but Che' Tom didn't have to rub her temples and close her eyes as if to show she was sleeping. Yes, that's what she did. Ugh. Talk about examiner etiquette. Ahh. Byebye 40 marks. (flushes down the toilet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway,I'e fallen in love with Dear Juliet, a new band I'm currently listening to. The guy who sings the songs, Chase Coy, is damn good looking lah. And has this really angelic voice that makes you feel calm all over. So if anybody has his music, send it to me kay! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;a href="http://i321.photobucket.com/albums/nn371/lizziexliar/chasecoy-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 569px; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i321.photobucket.com/albums/nn371/lizziexliar/chasecoy-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-3794251593391967716?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/3794251593391967716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=3794251593391967716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/3794251593391967716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/3794251593391967716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-my-heartbeat.html' title='To my heartbeat.'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-5584448306837769203</id><published>2009-03-30T16:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T17:15:32.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Farahin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;15th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; Birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Farah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;in!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm sooooo sorry i forgot your birthday! (gets on knees, bows).&lt;br /&gt;When I bumped into you just now, I was rushing and I forgot to wish you! I saw your eyes and instantly I knew something wasn't right but I gave up trying to figure what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you Farahin for:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;joining drama&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being my good friend &lt;em&gt;through&lt;/em&gt; drama&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;forgiving me for everytime I am in the wrong (yes, I think I've done enough mistakes to know by now)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;all the time you spent with me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for simply being you and I love you! (plants kiss)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's so much more I have to thank you for but lists like this never find an ending, so. You always want to improve in something, always willing to make sacrifices for it and your determination is so strong, you amaze me. You know what's right and wrong and you keep your priorities in check. You have this passion for drama that can't be explained but can always be felt. And for that, I love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-5584448306837769203?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5584448306837769203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=5584448306837769203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/5584448306837769203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/5584448306837769203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-farahin.html' title='To Farahin.'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-510739625417518815</id><published>2009-03-28T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T21:53:30.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little more Earth Hour.</title><content type='html'>Woohoooooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth Hour's over and done with. Okay, so fine, I admit i haven't 100% switched off &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; the electricity but that's not so easy when you have a grandma who has to watch her weekly dose of malay tv programmes and a grandfather who gets grumpy easily. And yes, I cheated by "sharing" their light. And, okay fine, I use the lappie immediately after Earth Hour. But so what! I saved more electricity than usual and doesn't that phrase &lt;em&gt;"it's the thought that counts"&lt;/em&gt; matters? I'm smothering a little bit of the guilt I have in me. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I did my best &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; I didn't forget to switch off as much electricity as possible in that precious hour unlike &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; people. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have madrasah tomorrow. Boo. Getting new plan and phone tomorrow. Yay. So help me. Nokia or Sony Ericsson?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-510739625417518815?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/510739625417518815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=510739625417518815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/510739625417518815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/510739625417518815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-more-earth-hour.html' title='A little more Earth Hour.'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-2048754314127522408</id><published>2009-03-28T17:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T19:33:07.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/igWoMhfde4A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/igWoMhfde4A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cadence, Anberlin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;suddenly&lt;/em&gt; miss that song and started listening to it. (Sighs) Suits my mood. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waheeeyyyyy! Great news! Sabrinah's coming back on sports day! Nyahaha. I like. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After drama, I had lunch with Farahin, Iqah, Julz, Khai, Jo &amp;amp; Lewin and we sat there eating while exchanging ghost tales which was so fun yet creepy. So many new creepy videos to check out now. :) There was this one time, I was so into the stories that I blinked, took a look around me and realised I was still at the fast food outlet. Haha, everything felt so weird at that time. We were all so engrossed in it that when we left, i took a peek at my phone and realised that around 2 and a half hours zoomed by. &lt;em&gt;Woah&lt;/em&gt;, i know right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to admit it, but it's true. I think I'm falling for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, wow. It rhymes. Haha! If you're wondering why I type like this, it's because I'm still teeming with joy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Earth hour's on tonight from 8.30-9.30 so switch off all your lights for just that one hour kay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.P.S: Oh nooo. I have religious class tomorrow! ;( Somewhat affected my mood. But that's tomorrow so &lt;em&gt;pfft.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-2048754314127522408?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/2048754314127522408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=2048754314127522408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/2048754314127522408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/2048754314127522408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=';)'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-7595845464681878177</id><published>2009-03-27T20:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T20:56:47.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spread the cheer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f43/jimbobob/smiley-big.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 490px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 490px" alt="" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f43/jimbobob/smiley-big.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HelloeveryoneI'mveryveryveryhappytoday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ThereasonwhyI'mtypinglikethisistoshowyouhowfastItalkwhenI'mhappy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEE. You made my day. So thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou. :D I just love it when I'm filled with so much excitement. It makes me jump around, grinning at everyone. (Pauses,calms down. Breathes in, out) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some would know that I don't like Miley C but surprisingly, I got addicted to her "Fly on the wall". Even as I type, I'm singing to it. Weird right, I know. It must have been because Sabrinah&lt;br /&gt;made fun of it. The way she did it, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabrinah. I miss Sabrinah, the science geek/fred-like/mat/dramatic funny queen Sabrinah. It's not the same without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's going on and on about their exams. I'm just gonna try forget about it. I know I'll think alot about it when I flunk my subjects anyway. So save the talk for some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just go on typing away like it's nobody's business but I'm sure you wouldn't want to read nonsense right, so too bad for me. Trust me, I could go on and on talking about absolutely nothing and making a big fuss about it. Oh god, here I go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I'm so happyyyy, so happy, too happy to seeeeeee" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I could hyperventilate just sitting here. (Breathes deep. In, out) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Take some of my happiness, why don't you. I've got wayyy too much in me anyway. Marisa once said that if at this moment you're too happy, you might cry like crazy later on. So here, some happy for you and you and you. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Absolute composure to a complete mess - it happens so quickly, all in the blink of an eye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;'Thanks for the memories,' Cecilia Ahern.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh114/kaylarae30/xoxo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 58px" alt="" src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh114/kaylarae30/xoxo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-7595845464681878177?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/7595845464681878177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=7595845464681878177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/7595845464681878177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/7595845464681878177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/03/spread-love-around.html' title='Spread the cheer.'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-8013570170576727904</id><published>2009-03-25T23:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T23:09:24.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:(&lt;/strong&gt;   Amalina is so not happy today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    Figure out why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-8013570170576727904?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/8013570170576727904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=8013570170576727904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/8013570170576727904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/8013570170576727904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/03/amalina-is-so-not-happy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-8317869859222570839</id><published>2009-03-24T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T18:05:29.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So many things I want to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Things I've been hiding.&lt;br /&gt;Things I never told you.&lt;br /&gt;Things from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the trouble is, I'm so indecisvie. I'm afraid it's a mistake just waiting to happen. And yet I want it to happen so much.&lt;br /&gt;To be able to hold your hand and just keep it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always wondering.&lt;br /&gt;About things.&lt;br /&gt;About things of you.&lt;br /&gt;About you.&lt;br /&gt;About what you're thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Just itching to crack that code but always somehow not being able to.&lt;br /&gt;Grrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-8317869859222570839?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/8317869859222570839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=8317869859222570839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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of this website where you can do quizzes to find out more about yourself, others or whatever.  &lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/"&gt;www.blogthings.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just did a test called "The Five Factor Test"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Extroverted, Conscientious, Neurotic and Open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Extroversion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have high extroversion.&lt;br /&gt;You are outgoing and engaging, with both strangers and friends.&lt;br /&gt;You truly enjoy being with people and bring energy into any situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Conscientiousness:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have high conscientiousness.&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent and reliable, you tend to succeed in life.&lt;br /&gt;Most things in your life are organized and planned well.&lt;br /&gt;But you borderline on being a total perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Agreeableness:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have low agreeableness.&lt;br /&gt;Your self interest comes first, and others come later, if at all.&lt;br /&gt;In general, you feel that people are not to be trusted.&lt;br /&gt;And you're skeptical that anyone else really feels differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Neuroticism:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have medium neuroticism.&lt;br /&gt;You're generally cool and collected, but sometimes you do panic.&lt;br /&gt;Little worries or problems can consume you, draining your energy.&lt;br /&gt;Your life is pretty smooth, but there's a few emotional bumps you'd like to get rid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Openness to experience:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Your openness to new experiences is medium.&lt;br /&gt;You are generally broad minded when it come to new things.&lt;br /&gt;But if something crosses a moral line, there's no way you'll approve of it.&lt;br /&gt;You are suspicious of anything too wacky, though you do still consider creativity a virtue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-8854082433296116799?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/8854082433296116799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=8854082433296116799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/8854082433296116799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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IS. SO. LAME. BUT I WAS FORCED TO DO IT. Gee, thanks Debbie.&lt;br /&gt;** I'm sorry to those people whose names were found in here. I randomly picked you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Besides your lips , where is the favourite spot to get kissed ?&lt;br /&gt;    (Raises eyebrows in shock) What kind of a first question is &lt;em&gt;that??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How did you feel when you woke up this morning ?&lt;br /&gt;    Sick,lazy,fed-up.&lt;br /&gt;3. Who was the last person / people you took a photo with ?&lt;br /&gt;    I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;4. Would you consider yourself spoiled ?&lt;br /&gt;    Only on a few occassions.&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you ever donate blood ?&lt;br /&gt;    I wouldn't mind but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex ?&lt;br /&gt;    Yes&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you want someone to be dead ?&lt;br /&gt;   (thinks hard) No.&lt;br /&gt;8. What does your last text message say ?&lt;br /&gt;    "Oh Haha. No wonder. XD"&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you thinking right now ?&lt;br /&gt;     I vant to get vell now please.&lt;br /&gt;1o. Do you want someone to be with you right now ?&lt;br /&gt;     ;) yes.&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the time you went to bed last night ?&lt;br /&gt;      12 ++.&lt;br /&gt;12. Where did you buy the tee you are wearing now ?&lt;br /&gt;      I don't know 'cause I didn't buy it.&lt;br /&gt;13. Is someone on your mind right now ?&lt;br /&gt;      Pretty much, yes.&lt;br /&gt;14. Who was the last person(s) who text you ?&lt;br /&gt;      Jennifer.&lt;br /&gt;TEN Lucky Person to do this quiz ;&lt;br /&gt;1 Debbie&lt;br /&gt;2 Shermei&lt;br /&gt;3 Marisa(although you don't have to do it again)&lt;br /&gt;4 Farahin&lt;br /&gt;5 Elvira&lt;br /&gt;6 Marshall&lt;br /&gt;7 Shi Hao&lt;br /&gt;8 Jerry&lt;br /&gt;9 Syukri&lt;br /&gt;10 Yun Jia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who is no.2 having a relationship with ?&lt;br /&gt;      hehe. Aizan and me knows. C:&lt;br /&gt;16. Is no.3 a male or a female ?&lt;br /&gt;      female&lt;br /&gt;17. If no.7 and no.1o get together , would it be a good thing ?&lt;br /&gt;      Wow. &lt;em&gt;That&lt;/em&gt; takes alot of imagination.&lt;br /&gt;18. What is no.1 studying about ?&lt;br /&gt;      She's learning more about life.&lt;br /&gt;19. When was the last time you chatted with them ?&lt;br /&gt;      Chatted with who.&lt;br /&gt;2o. Is no.4 single ?&lt;br /&gt;      ?&lt;br /&gt;21. Say something about no.2&lt;br /&gt;      (Feihuang small voice) Shermei so cuuuuuuttte!&lt;br /&gt;22. What do you think about no.3 &amp;amp; no.6 being together ?&lt;br /&gt;      AHAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;23. Describe no.9&lt;br /&gt;       A little scary but overall, okay lah huh.&lt;br /&gt;24. What will you do if no.6 n no.7 fight ?&lt;br /&gt;      Who cares.&lt;br /&gt;.25. Do you like 8 ?&lt;br /&gt;       Okay lahhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-6143098482162344138?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/6143098482162344138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=6143098482162344138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/6143098482162344138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/6143098482162344138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/03/pulls-face.html' title='(Pulls face)'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-8251356523200601316</id><published>2009-03-18T19:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:05:05.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The worst possible time is when you realise you don't have enough time on youir side.</title><content type='html'>What I really want to do now is to sleep a whole day away without a care in the world. And believe me, I would do that if it weren't for the constant reminder of the exams just days away. It took me some time to get into a stable-enough condition today to actually read my science notes. But even in that condition, I couldn't really absorb less than a page's worth of info. Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Maybe I shouldn't have started off with science since, to me, its a subject that requires a lot more of understanding, memorising and it's not exactly as easy as most other subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             What makes things worse is that I still have to learn (yes learn, not revise) Social Studies Literature. Thanks to Ms Anisah's lessons (which is so not helpful), I haven't really been learning much. Ask me about the lesson and I'll be like "Why are you asking &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; that for?". I can't really blame the rest of the class for not paying attention to her and her lousy lectures. It's just slide after slide of PowerPoint's and fill-in-the-blanks worksheets. It's actually not Ms Anisah's lessons that have helped some get near full marks for the previous test but actually, it's thanks to the history lessons we took last year. Plus, may I just add she gets distracted a lot and pays attention to only half the class that makes the most noise but (most of the time) ignores those who try to catch up with her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Anyway, I'm hungry so ttfn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-8251356523200601316?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/8251356523200601316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=8251356523200601316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/8251356523200601316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/8251356523200601316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/03/worst-possible-time-is-when-you-realise.html' title='The worst possible time is when you realise you don&apos;t have enough time on youir side.'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-2321807434032260059</id><published>2009-03-18T11:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:58:17.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;    I need to get well &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;    Right now, I've got time on my hands and I really want to study but how can I with my brain being clogged and all? I need a tissue every minute and I feel so weak. I've lost my appetite and everything I eat tastes gross. I don't think you'd want to know the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;    So which sadist came up with that idea of having common tests immediately after the March break? Gahxxx. On the lighter side of things, being sick could get me out of the Council Camp ( i know right, i'm that desperate) but then again, I have to be well enough to go for that important drama rehearsal this saturday.  ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-2321807434032260059?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/2321807434032260059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=2321807434032260059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/2321807434032260059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/2321807434032260059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/03/sucks.html' title='Sucks.'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-3041074239869036668</id><published>2009-03-17T18:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T18:25:12.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You look like a monkey, and you smell like one too" Hehe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Muhammad Fathurrahman!&lt;/span&gt; (I know right, quite a mouthful)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My brother's birthday is today and I'm glad he was born. I mean, what would I do without him? It just wouldn't be the same being an only child and all. Family and I celebrated yesterday with a load of food and of course, the ice-cream cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up sick today with my body temperature heating up, a really sore throat and a headache that was just so &lt;em&gt;ugh&lt;/em&gt;. Luckily I woke up early because I took my time showering and getting ready. I was debating on whether to go to drama after all so I sms-ed Haziqah and she comforted me and that gave the boost I was searching for. So thanks for that. (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. Shoot. I just remembered. I. Have. To. Study. Too many things take up the precious time I need. Dang. And I still have that Council Camp to attend. );&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I deleted the previous post so if you were "lucky" enough to have read it, just forget about it lah kay? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-3041074239869036668?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/3041074239869036668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=3041074239869036668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/3041074239869036668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/3041074239869036668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-look-like-monkey-and-you-smell-like.html' title='&quot;You look like a monkey, and you smell like one too&quot; Hehe.'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-6047095028912887776</id><published>2009-03-12T20:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T21:06:04.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short and Sweet.</title><content type='html'>I like today. It wasn't too bad (if you exclude that photo incident). ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I was wondering today if .....  oh well. The hols are around the corner and I'm not sure if I should be glad or sad. God knows I'm in desparate need of some serious revison (hmph) but then again, I won't be able to meet some certain people. Gahxsz. One week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    There's this audition for Short+Sweet. It's a theatre act that travels around Singapore,putting up shows. It really cool but the thing is, the people that you usually audition for it are like,what, 20+ so it's kind of intimidating.   .___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     It's a short post today, but I'll be sure to post a long one some other time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : Like the new change? ;)&lt;br /&gt;Post.P.S : Bit by bit, i trust you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-6047095028912887776?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/6047095028912887776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=6047095028912887776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/6047095028912887776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/6047095028912887776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/03/short-and-sweet.html' title='Short and Sweet.'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-4370069427390737945</id><published>2009-03-10T17:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T17:21:40.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I've got my veins all tangled close"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;PUBLIC APOLOGIZATION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sorry to Debbie for screaming at you in class. Lost my grip on emotions and your hysterical laughter didn't help. So sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sorry to everyone else who was affected by this sour person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me explain myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was tormented with thoughts that i couldn't push aside for too long and bottled up feelings didn't do much good. So basically, those emotions came spilling out in wrong directions and aimed at the wrong people. Ugh. Sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Somethings that I am too embarrassed to say here happened. If you really want to know, ask me lah kay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-4370069427390737945?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/4370069427390737945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=4370069427390737945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/4370069427390737945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/4370069427390737945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-got-my-veins-all-tangled-close.html' title='&quot;I&apos;ve got my veins all tangled close&quot;'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-9214275437156918908</id><published>2009-03-09T20:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:38:40.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The tan WILL wear off ! (I hope)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To the people who want to know:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;      I became tan due to hours under the sun at Wild Wild Wet. So there. Grrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If you want to know how my day went, check out Debbie's blog. It's roughly like that but more noisy and tiring but fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyway! I went through the Haunted House 2 (that's right, they renovated) and i was scared at first. It was my first time and i didn't really know what to expect. With Celine and Jennifer holding my hand, I didn't feel as scared. I squeezed so tight, my imagination going insane. I laughed and created a lot of noise to ease myself but it really wasn't as scary as i thought. Which is a good thing! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The only time i really screamed was when this freak thing popped out of nowhere, scaring me out of my skin. And there was that pontianak shaped model that hissed. Yeesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today, since geography, I've been really cold. Even through drama, my fingers and toes were freezing. It was even a pathetic attempt to try warm myself up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I hope tomorrow would be a nice weather. Not too hot or too cold. Dang, i gotta go study now. Freaking maths test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"I don't like flirts cause they confuse. Just like you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-9214275437156918908?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/9214275437156918908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=9214275437156918908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/9214275437156918908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/9214275437156918908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/03/tan-will-wear-off-i-hope.html' title='The tan WILL wear off ! (I hope)'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-5192923858969304524</id><published>2009-03-03T18:19:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:22:29.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A simple view of the world can cut through all distractions and pierce right to the truth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/Sa0MWQIqxyI/AAAAAAAAAS8/3bAPzMpqc8w/s1600-h/Image010+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308913112167663394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/Sa0MWQIqxyI/AAAAAAAAAS8/3bAPzMpqc8w/s200/Image010+edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ele, cute nye! &amp;amp; FYI, I didn't ask her to pose at all. She just happened to be like standing like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff00;"&gt;(Insert name here) can be real mean or real nice and this just gets me mixed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So here's the interesting things that happened today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Here's the interesting things that gona happen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILD.WILD.WET!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Here's what i learned i learned about myself today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1.I like to people-watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning, i like to look at people and see their expressions and decipher what they're thinking. But sometimes the people i watch look back at me and i realize I've been staring too much. Hee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2.I like to daydream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which really can be a bother especially if it cuts through my studies. Or when I'm thinking of something and a random thought just happens to come by and&lt;em&gt; poof!&lt;/em&gt;, there goes my last thought so sometimes I'll forget what i was thinking of and it'll seem like i was day dreaming for nothing. If you notice that i get too elated or really down, you'll know it's somehow related to what i was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. I jump to conclusions waaaay too much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly related to the above. And this, dear reader, is how I get my mind confused so easily. How everything just seems jumbled up and wrong. And sometimes, it turns out it's nothing and I've been worrying for nothing. Other times though, I'm right but since I've prepared myself for what's to come, I don't get hurt as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : Daaaang. Chem test!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the quote thirsty:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day without laughter is a day wasted. -- Charlie Chaplin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-5192923858969304524?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5192923858969304524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=5192923858969304524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/5192923858969304524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/5192923858969304524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/03/simple-view-of-world-can-cut-through.html' title='A simple view of the world can cut through all distractions and pierce right to the truth.'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/Sa0MWQIqxyI/AAAAAAAAAS8/3bAPzMpqc8w/s72-c/Image010+edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-3353434291097851655</id><published>2009-02-27T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:00:13.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ehee. Bride Wars I like!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-3353434291097851655?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/3353434291097851655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=3353434291097851655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/3353434291097851655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/3353434291097851655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/02/ehee-bride-wars-i-like.html' title='ehee. Bride Wars I like!'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-2603890173034989751</id><published>2009-02-27T18:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:53:48.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All those who have a secret raise my hand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z281/CindyBug555/HELLO/hello.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 55px" alt="" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z281/CindyBug555/HELLO/hello.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i410.photobucket.com/albums/pp190/FindStuff2/Just%20For%20Fun/Rainbows/BESTRainbow_eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm suppose to be studying right now but I can't help the temptation of the Internet. Oh. My. Goodness. Maths is a serious killer who's out to get me. I used to think elementary maths was tough well look what additional maths brought on. I know it's necessary and all but I'd do so much to do E-Maths only. Grr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Had extra Social Studies Literature class just now. Oh now Ms Anisah worries about the exams. She was rushing to shove as much info as possible but it doesn't really help cause all she does is, on a routine, Notes-Powerpoint-Talk-Copy Notes-End of lesson. And she doesn't even collect the notes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;So yes, the exams are on the way but i haven't really gotten into stress mode yet but I'm sure it'll come a week or two before the exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I've got drama tomorrow so i'll be looking forward to that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ever gotten that feeling when you want two things at the same time but those things are totally opposite? That's currently my mood mode. All the debate in my head is just so chaotic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;To Marisa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Get that ankle healed fast. I don't think i have to tell you that since so many others have already done so but I'll just leave this little note for you here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n200/dizzles_love/photography/rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n200/dizzles_love/photography/rainbow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You and me and the things unsaid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Crack on this: What does "it" mean in the sentence "What time is it?" ? :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-2603890173034989751?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/2603890173034989751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=2603890173034989751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/2603890173034989751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/2603890173034989751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-those-who-have-secret-raise-my-hand.html' title='All those who have a secret raise my hand.'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z281/CindyBug555/HELLO/th_hello.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-5075150063646738439</id><published>2009-02-26T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:04:46.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I fell in love with Paramore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Caught Myself.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Song's sung by Haley Williams but since i couldn't find the original version, i guess the guy's one will have to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Down to you,&lt;br /&gt;You're pushing and pulling me down to you&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know what I,&lt;br /&gt;Now when I caught myself,&lt;br /&gt;I had to stop myself&lt;br /&gt;From saying something that I should have never thought&lt;br /&gt;Now when I caught myself,&lt;br /&gt;I had to stop myself&lt;br /&gt;From saying something that I should have never thought of you, of you&lt;br /&gt;You're pushing and pulling me down to you,&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know what I want,&lt;br /&gt;No I don't know what I want&lt;br /&gt;You got it, you got it,&lt;br /&gt;Some kind of magic&lt;br /&gt;Hypnotic, hypnotic,&lt;br /&gt;You're leaving me breathless&lt;br /&gt;I hate this, I hate this, You're not the one I believe in&lt;br /&gt;With God as my witness&lt;br /&gt;Now when I caught myself,&lt;br /&gt;I had to stop myself,&lt;br /&gt;From saying something that I should have never thought&lt;br /&gt;Now when I caught myself,&lt;br /&gt;I had to stop myself,&lt;br /&gt;From saying something that I should have never thought of you, of you&lt;br /&gt;You're pushing and pulling me down to you&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know what I want&lt;br /&gt;No I don't know what I want&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what I want&lt;br /&gt;But I know it's not you&lt;br /&gt;Keep pushing and pulling me down,&lt;br /&gt;But I know in my heart it's not you&lt;br /&gt;Now when I caught myself,&lt;br /&gt;I had to stop myself,&lt;br /&gt;From saying something that I should have never thought&lt;br /&gt;Now when I caught myself,&lt;br /&gt;I had to stop myself,&lt;br /&gt;From saying something that I should have never thought of youI knew,&lt;br /&gt;I know in my heart it's not you&lt;br /&gt;I knew, but now I know what I want, I want, I want,&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I should have never thought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-5075150063646738439?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5075150063646738439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=5075150063646738439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/5075150063646738439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/5075150063646738439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-fell-in-love-with-paramore.html' title='I fell in love with Paramore'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-1819012519688895726</id><published>2009-02-26T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T19:50:15.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've had time to think things through, but not enough  time for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Everything's settled down a little. It was so muddled up and messy before and it still is except it doesn't include as much pain and confusion like it used too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;Mind Wars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart still tugs at me when i see you. Things just got awkward and i began wondering if you forgot about me. Are you still my close friend or are you just pretending everything's okay now? Although i do agree that things aren't as painful, memories are still freshly scarred. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;I wonder if you like them sooo much, you become one of them and you no longer will be the person i knew and loved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;It feels too weird to just smile at you but yet too wrong not to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sometimes when i see you, i have to keep reminding myself to never lose composure. So you won't see me break down in front of you. So you won't know I'm hurt. So you won't know how selfish i am. So you can't crack my mind So you can't win the fight I'm already losing. At times like this, are you still oblivious to it all?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I think and hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I think I'm finally over you. After all this time, I think I'm cured. I think. I hope. I can't figure you out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Grr...You leave me blank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; You say something but when i really pay attention to you, you do the opposite. My heart used to do flips for you, because of you but I've trained myself to not like you so it wouldn't be as painful but it's kind of heart considering the fact that I'm constantly thinking of you. Now, my heart doesn't even get as excited as before which is a good thing right? since I'm trying to get over you and all. But then you do the most unexpected thing and wham, I think of you (almost) all the time. Though, I've learned not to trust you as much cause things might change as soon as they came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-1819012519688895726?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/1819012519688895726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=1819012519688895726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/1819012519688895726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/1819012519688895726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-had-time-to-think-things-through.html' title='I&apos;ve had time to think things through, but not enough  time for you'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-6451108986272531053</id><published>2009-02-13T14:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T15:10:12.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypo-oh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm feeling bitter towards a friend,Z.  I don't like it, but it just so happens that i do. It's wrong to feel this way but is it fair that Z should let me feel like a piece of crumpled used paper? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It wasn't this way before. It was much different but certain things have changed. It isn't Z's fault, not really. It's more like the people Z's mixed with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What a hypocrite. Going around saying things but doing it anyway. What happened to the promises? After thinking of the same thing over and over again, I'm starting to wander if I'm not liking Z because of what's happened or because of Z itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-6451108986272531053?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/6451108986272531053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=6451108986272531053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/6451108986272531053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/6451108986272531053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/02/hypo-oh.html' title='Hypo-oh.'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-2326596489156889975</id><published>2009-02-06T16:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T17:34:11.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hope you're reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear you,&lt;br /&gt;        I've had a crush on yous since forever but I've never had the guts to tell you.Because of this, I've tried to snub out my feelings for you. I tried thinking  of every bad thing about. I know it's mean but I couldn't think of any other way. It worked until recently, where I've been seeing you in sweet dreams. Ever since then, you've been popping out in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;          I curse your sweet name whenever i see you and try to remind myself how I've never liked you. I've been lying to myself and still am but I should be excused 'cause I've always been hopelessly pathetic when it comes to you.You're like an angel. Impossible too ignore and impossible to be with but oh so darn good. I can never look at you in the eye without being nervous 'cause looking into those heavenly eyes taunt me. I'd be reminded how I'm not good enough for you and never will be. It'll just be impossible.&lt;br /&gt;          I may seem arrogant to you 'cause I'll try as much as i can to ignore you but the reason behind this is because I'm also trying to avoid that breathless feeling when I look at/talk to/hear you. It feels more than butterflies fluttering. It's more like elephants wearing tutus dancing around in my tummy, my heart, my pulse. I'm trying to avoid the heartbreak that comes with you but avoiding you is heartbreak enough. I'm sorry i like you. I'm sorry for myself for liking you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. I've said it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-2326596489156889975?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/2326596489156889975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=2326596489156889975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/2326596489156889975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/2326596489156889975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hope-youre-reading-this.html' title=''/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-2103256341368503319</id><published>2009-01-23T17:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T17:17:29.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"A Boy named Sue" by Shel Silverstein</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's long but quite interesting. Don't say i didn't warn you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, my daddy left home when I was three,&lt;br /&gt;and he didn't leave much to Ma and me,&lt;br /&gt;just this old guitar and a bottle of booze.&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't blame him because he run and hid,&lt;br /&gt;but the meanest thing that he ever did was&lt;br /&gt;before he left he went and named me Sue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, he must have thought it was quite a joke,&lt;br /&gt;and it got lots of laughs from a lot of folks,&lt;br /&gt;it seems I had to fight my whole life through.&lt;br /&gt;Some gal would giggle and I'd get red&lt;br /&gt;and some guy would laugh and I'd bust his head,&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean.&lt;br /&gt;My fist got hard and my wits got keen.&lt;br /&gt;Roamed from town to town to hide my shame,&lt;br /&gt;but I made me a vow to the moon and the stars,&lt;br /&gt;I'd search the honky tonks and bars and kill&lt;br /&gt;that man that gave me that awful name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;But it was Gatlinburg in mid July and I had&lt;br /&gt;just hit town and my throat was dry.&lt;br /&gt;I'd thought i'd stop and have myself a brew&lt;br /&gt;.At an old saloon in a street of mud&lt;br /&gt;and at a table dealing stud sat the dirty,&lt;br /&gt;mangy dog that named me Sue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad&lt;br /&gt;from a worn-out picture that my mother had&lt;br /&gt;and I knew the scar on his cheek and his evil eye.&lt;br /&gt;He was big and bent and gray and old&lt;br /&gt;and I looked at him and my blood ran cold,&lt;br /&gt;and I said, "My name is Sue. How do you do?&lt;br /&gt;Now you're gonna die." Yeah, that's what I told him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well, I hit him right between the eyes and he went down&lt;br /&gt;but to my surprise he came up with a knife&lt;br /&gt;and cut off a piece of my ear. But I busted a chair&lt;br /&gt;right across his teeth. And we crashed through&lt;br /&gt;the wall and into the street kicking and a-gougingin&lt;br /&gt;the mud and the blood and the beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I tell you I've fought tougher men but I really can't remember when.&lt;br /&gt;He kicked like a mule and bit like a crocodile.&lt;br /&gt;I heard him laughin' and then I heard him cussin',&lt;br /&gt;he went for his gun and I pulled mine first.&lt;br /&gt;He stood there looking at me and I saw him smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;And he said, "Son, this world is rough and if&lt;br /&gt;a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough&lt;br /&gt;and I knew I wouldn't be there to help you along.&lt;br /&gt;So I gave you that name and I said 'Goodbye'.&lt;br /&gt;I knew you'd have to get tough or die. And it'sthat name that helped to make you strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Yeah, he said, "Now you have just fought one&lt;br /&gt;helluva fight, and I know you hate me and you've&lt;br /&gt;got the right to kill me now and I wouldn't blame you&lt;br /&gt;if you do. But you ought to thank me&lt;br /&gt;before I die for the gravel in your guts and the spit&lt;br /&gt;in your eye because I'm the nut that named you Sue.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, what could I do? What could I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I got all choked up and I threw down my gun,&lt;br /&gt;called him pa and he called me a son,&lt;br /&gt;and I came away with a different point of view&lt;br /&gt;and I think about him now and then.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I tried, every time I win and if I&lt;br /&gt;ever have a son I think I am gonna name him&lt;br /&gt;Bill or George - anything but Sue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;by Shel Silverstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-2103256341368503319?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/2103256341368503319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=2103256341368503319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/2103256341368503319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/2103256341368503319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/01/boy-named-sue-by-shel-silverstein.html' title='&quot;A Boy named Sue&quot; by Shel Silverstein'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-8439789220340780537</id><published>2009-01-23T15:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:30:15.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kwang kwang kwaaaaaang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Change me to a yes(wo)man!&lt;br /&gt;I figured this year i should be a little enthusiastic.&lt;br /&gt;For personal reasons.&lt;br /&gt;Although of course, it's gona be a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a Student Council Camp on the 13th and 14th (overnight) and on the 14th itself, i've got Mass Run ( this school event where everyone has to run around the reservoir ,like it or not ). Then a barbeque after the run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired ah like that. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday and tuesday are holidays so i'll probably be cooped up at home, studying/reading since the laptop's crashed. Stup. Typing to you from the school computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahhhh. I may have to compromise with my promise to be enthusiastic 'cause it definitely won't be as easy as it seems to me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, time for I.T. lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Woo. Go enthusiasm. -_____- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-8439789220340780537?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/8439789220340780537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=8439789220340780537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/8439789220340780537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/8439789220340780537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/01/kwang-kwang-kwaaaaaang.html' title='Kwang kwang kwaaaaaang!'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-8077150997863915374</id><published>2009-01-21T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:54:51.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts that fly by</title><content type='html'>Mood: Neutral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Camp was okay and it got better after performance night. Bonded? Nah, not really, not yet. Although some people from 3e3 keep boasting they are. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT lesson was okay (though Ms Hanis seriously needs to slow down) and i don't regret going. Website making!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had any drama practises since CCA Display Day meaning i haven't gotten round to seeing who the newbies are. There's drama tomorrow so hopefully, if it's not cancelled, i get to meet them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really bothers me how Maths is becoming incredibly &lt;em&gt;woah! , &lt;/em&gt;how i'm always tired after a whole day of racking my brain, how i'm not saving enough and how little time i get to be with Marisa. I mean, what's up with &lt;em&gt;that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why some people are being so...unreasonable. It's so childish it's almost silly. And kinda stupid. And, i really don't understand those types who make your hearts flutter with one glance but yet, are so annoying, you just wana squish them like a bug. Or those other types who just irritate you with their magnetism. There's also those people like _____.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr. All these irritating-ness and no solutions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-8077150997863915374?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/8077150997863915374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=8077150997863915374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/8077150997863915374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/8077150997863915374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/01/thoughts-that-fly-by.html' title='Thoughts that fly by'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-5278536936079875662</id><published>2009-01-09T19:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T20:04:00.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through your eyes, i  (pretty much) know what your thinking of and i don't like what i see.</title><content type='html'>Grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       Pfft. Today kinda &lt;em&gt;sucked&lt;/em&gt;. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-5278536936079875662?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5278536936079875662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=5278536936079875662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/5278536936079875662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/5278536936079875662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/01/through-your-eyes-i-pretty-much-know.html' title='Through your eyes, i  (pretty much) know what your thinking of and i don&apos;t like what i see.'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-5869840432530404839</id><published>2009-01-06T19:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T20:15:20.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bahhhhh hambug.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh. No. Oh. Nonono.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;h&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Whyyyyyyyy? Not her lah, pleasssse. Mdm Zarinah is back and teaching 3e4! Teaching me! Again! Can this please be a nightmare I'm about to wake up from? If it is, pinch me asap. I'm gona have to get used to her for so many more years. Meaning, unless something horrible/wonderful happens, she's about to be my teacher (mainly for science) for a total of 4 YEARS. Okay, I'm ready to be pinched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           I've to wake up real early tomorrow! Meet Azrayna by 7.10! And reach school by 7.20! All because of Mr Hafiz who decided to test the student councilors' punctuality and an entire attire check. When he checks you out, it could be scary. He'll scrutinize every inch and pick out the smallest of mistakes. Yikes, good luck Amalina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;           Marisa:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget black faces. Forget what happened. Forget the rumours. Forget the accusations. Forget, forget,forget. And forgive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-5869840432530404839?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5869840432530404839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=5869840432530404839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/5869840432530404839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/5869840432530404839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/01/bahhhhh-hambug.html' title='Bahhhhh hambug.'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-7696666364145597937</id><published>2009-01-05T19:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:10:50.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Human Dramas of School.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I just got home from school and boy, am i tired. School's been okay so far and I'm currently reading &lt;em&gt;Eclipse. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA Display day's this Friday and I'm hoping that more people will join drama. It's so sad, the ceasing numbers. It's not that were not 'cause we totally rock, it's just that some people have the annoying perception of acting being lame. The truth is, they say that 'cause they're too shy/gutless to do anything about it. It takes guts to go up in front of an audience and wow them.&lt;br /&gt;So to those with the guts, commitment and the love for acting, come and sign up kay? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave myself this resolution: To study an hour a day, everyday. And so far its going great but I've only studied one subject. Let's see if I'll be able to keep it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that I'm real good at random thinking. So good, that it's annoying. Like when i want to sleep, thoughts like "Shit, i should've stayed up to watch TV". And during lessons while the teacher's talking, &lt;em&gt;zap! &lt;/em&gt;"I don't like his hair". -.- And for example, this paragraph, so the random. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'm kinda getting used to the fact that I'm not in the same class with Marisa anymore but I'm not getting the hang of being in a new class with some new, unknown people called classmates. Every one's seems that they're still trying to settle down with everything and we've yet to feel the pressure of being in Sec 3. I'm already starting to feel on the weight! Literally. The books are so thick, it's ridiculous that we don't have lockers! A reason why I'm looking forward to the new building. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;We've all got a bonding camp next week and I'm not yet sure if I'm looking forward to it. A camp means, a campfire, meaning we need cheers. Shucks, i don't like thinking of cheers. The boys look pretty much happy with their new long pants. Pretty obvious since it looks so ironed, unlike their old shorts. Is it just the pants or have the boys really grown taller and slightly thinner? The magic of fashion :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I hope Z won't be my chemistry teacher. Oh please, no. I've had enough of her for 2 years. In fact, i really can't stand it. It'll be a challenge to have to put up wit her again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love him. Not because he's beautiful or because he's rich. I'd much rather he weren't either one. It would even out the gap just a little bit - because he'd still be the same loving and unselfish and brilliant and decent person I've ever met. Of course i love him. How hard is that to understand?&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; ''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-7696666364145597937?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/7696666364145597937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=7696666364145597937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/7696666364145597937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/7696666364145597937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-just-got-home-from-school-and-boy-am.html' title='The Human Dramas of School.'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-5250703344789047545</id><published>2008-12-31T14:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T15:38:59.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year's Eve ya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've made a new&lt;/span&gt; email account! :) Been wanting to get rid of the old one in a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway, Celine, Marisa and me went out yesterday to get our stuff for school. Last minute right? The day before we went out, i was kind of expecting the shopping to be kind of.....boring 'cause Marisa told me something that night itself. But it wasn't boring at all! It was totallly fun and tiring. Marisa had to keep up with me most of the time and she told me "You ah! Shopping Queen!" which was cool 'cause i never thought myself like that. I also had to keep stopping and waiting for Celine and Marisa since i was way too excited and walked way to fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Can you believe that we shopped for almost the whole day and yet we couldn't find everything we needed. Even though we spent like how many hours at Bugis and then went all the way to Boon Lay?! (Okay, fine, i suggested we go BL 'cause i've never been there). I joked that we were going to Boon Lay just to drink and go home and it happened for real. :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;There were so many shops but we were &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; satisfied. I couldn't find any satisfying badges and my good friends would know that I'm a badge fanatic so this was a let down. But it wasn't as major as me not finding a new pencilbox. The no-new-wallet thing i can handle but no pencilbox? A bit too much lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anyway, the good thing was that i bought more than half of what i needed or wanted and and used like less than half of my cash. My duit raya okay! We all had a great time but i kinda pity Celine 'cause she didn't get to buy the only thing on her list since nothing was good enough for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;her too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I find that I'm giving myself new resolutions almost everyday. This isn't normally my New Year's Eve behaviour 'cause i'll always come up with resolutions an hour before the New Year. The resolutions mostly don't get fulfilled and i hope they do this year. Eh, next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Which reminds me, I keep coming up with lame random next year jokes like "See you next year even though its a few days away!" Really, Amalina. Lame lah okay. And they just randomly shot out of my mouth and Marisa kept saying "Huh?" everytime. HEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I realised some months ago, that my memory has been sharpened &lt;em&gt;alot&lt;/em&gt; this year all thanks to drama. With the upcoming SYF, i don't have to worry about not getting to memorise my lines. I've memorised half of my part of the script. Yay. Clap clap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I've been photo editing since morning and was scrapbooking until my handphone battery went flat out dead. My phone usb was attached to the laptop you see, since the photos are in there. So i'll have to wait till it charges enoug. I'll try to to it by the end of this year! (xD. Rolls eyes. See what i mean? HEE.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-5250703344789047545?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5250703344789047545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=5250703344789047545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/5250703344789047545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/5250703344789047545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-years-eve-ya.html' title='Happy New Year&apos;s Eve ya!'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-3259852363371488850</id><published>2008-12-29T14:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T14:38:50.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Happy almost New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I've watched Twilight last week and it was good but not as great as the book itself. The movie only had 40% of what the book did. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My brother bought a terrapin on the 21st of December and he got him a lady-friend on the 24th. The first terrapin is a guy and he's named Dash cause he's really active for a terrapin and the other one is Terra. :D They both cute lah okay, but I'm a little ticklish so i avoid touching them. Their easy to take care of and aren't so boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;School's reopening soon and my books are coming on the 31st. 31st! Then i'll only have 2 days to pack everything. Marisa, Celine and me are getting our school stuff, like we did last year, tomorrow. Wah cow man, I'm so pumped for it! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sorry everything's been so brief. I'll keep ya'll posted! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-3259852363371488850?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/3259852363371488850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=3259852363371488850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/3259852363371488850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/3259852363371488850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-almost-new-year-ive-watched.html' title=''/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-4926958006046855963</id><published>2008-12-17T14:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T17:50:24.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware of the T.B.Syndrome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;uf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;h!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;14th December. Autograph session. Coincidentally, i was at the right place, at the right time. I rushed to finish dinner at Eastpoint Mall. I can't say that I'm a big fan of his but rather someone who has been supporting him via sms countless of times when he first was on at Singapore Idol. And guess who got his latest album? :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I didn't manage to get it autograph 'cause the line was really long and i had to go somewhere else. His songs are all in malay and if you know me, my malay stinks. (Sighs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SUieVLLECRI/AAAAAAAAASg/MhNo5lGQue8/s1600-h/Photo029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280644649705539858" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SUieVLLECRI/AAAAAAAAASg/MhNo5lGQue8/s200/Photo029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SUieVOxR2TI/AAAAAAAAASY/Wpr27ZrwWn0/s1600-h/Photo028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280644650671135026" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SUieVOxR2TI/AAAAAAAAASY/Wpr27ZrwWn0/s200/Photo028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SUidyXxJHRI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ElDjgUMkxyc/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280644051791060242" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SUidyXxJHRI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ElDjgUMkxyc/s200/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SUidyaCuFDI/AAAAAAAAASI/LfDwHhFl8WE/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280644052401656882" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SUidyaCuFDI/AAAAAAAAASI/LfDwHhFl8WE/s200/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SUidyPdq4sI/AAAAAAAAASA/kxyOtzNzU_M/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280644049561903810" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SUidyPdq4sI/AAAAAAAAASA/kxyOtzNzU_M/s200/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SUidyEYi9nI/AAAAAAAAAR4/zUoIcgEj82E/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280644046587623026" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SUidyEYi9nI/AAAAAAAAAR4/zUoIcgEj82E/s200/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SUidyF1MjVI/AAAAAAAAARw/3suf46QyY8c/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280644046976224594" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SUidyF1MjVI/AAAAAAAAARw/3suf46QyY8c/s200/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;I'm still reaching out for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm still yearning for your return&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will keep loving you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even though&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You're only my imagination&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-4926958006046855963?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/4926958006046855963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=4926958006046855963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/4926958006046855963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/4926958006046855963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2008/12/too-bad-his-songs-are-all-malay-and-my.html' title='Beware of the T.B.Syndrome!'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SUieVLLECRI/AAAAAAAAASg/MhNo5lGQue8/s72-c/Photo029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-6634917421376403125</id><published>2008-12-15T13:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T13:24:27.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lady Gaga with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="395" width="380"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CU8zNPpyxvA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CU8zNPpyxvA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Love: Her Dance! Rhythm of the song! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nono: Her wand thing. Removes attention from face.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-6634917421376403125?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/6634917421376403125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=6634917421376403125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/6634917421376403125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/6634917421376403125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2008/12/lady-gaga-with-j-u-s-t-d-n-c-e.html' title=''/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-228160995897905735</id><published>2008-12-14T13:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T13:00:20.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm too lazy to give a post on what happened when i went to Korea. Sorry ah! So I made a video to show you briefly what I did.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="366" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9cf84db48034be69" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9cf84db48034be69%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330294875%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6B7DC0D0AB4320CBEBF22CA5353841D311ED5D01.65263CDCC6A8A1BBCF6BBEA8704BC9AB8D00D19A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9cf84db48034be69%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3MwDEeG72lzj5cU97QDVSoJEEtg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="420" height="366" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9cf84db48034be69%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330294875%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6B7DC0D0AB4320CBEBF22CA5353841D311ED5D01.65263CDCC6A8A1BBCF6BBEA8704BC9AB8D00D19A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9cf84db48034be69%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3MwDEeG72lzj5cU97QDVSoJEEtg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What i did since the Korea trip:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Stayed over at my cousins Johor house and had a shopping spree and watched a movie there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★My other cousins have been staying over since Friday and we went to Wild Wild Wet yesterday and played for 5 whole hours, until Wild Wild Wet had to close for the day. Then we went to eat at Arnold's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I'm going to do since the trip:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★This Tuesday, we're gona watch "Bolt" with my other cousins. I wana watch Twilight but my yongest cousin won't understand it. I'm so envious of those who have watched the movie! xP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Once Marisa comes back from Thailand, we're gona go shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(i NEED to find someone to watch Twilight with me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-228160995897905735?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9cf84db48034be69&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/228160995897905735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=228160995897905735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/228160995897905735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/228160995897905735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-too-lazy-to-give-post-on-what.html' title=''/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-1263373497735598176</id><published>2008-12-04T12:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T13:36:38.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Korea by me part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hellooooo. I'm so sorry i didn't post the day before i went to Korea and i haven't been posting lately. I'm pretty much too lazy to push "on" button to the laptop nevermind blog. But i've got so much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've written my stories in Korea on my green notebook and i'm gona type it out right although dates 26,27,28 and 29 are missing cause i'd been too tired to write. Mind you, i updated the notebook after a whole day of events at around 12 or 1++ for those 3 days i updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entries:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;24 Nov 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;11.23am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;D-Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It'll only be some time before i get out of the house with my luggage, report my attendance and get my bum on the plane that will bring me to Seoul, South Korea. I'm kinda worried with questions like "What time should i leave the house?", "Did i pack everything i need?", "Is that 250g of lotion accceptable?", "Will the stuff i have keep me warm?" etc, stuck in my head. My mum's mad at me cause i was rude to her just now. What a way to start the day right? -______-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I've got one bag filled with instant noodles, small boxes of cereal, Campbell soup packets and Oreos. I'm afraid that there won't be any halal food to eat. I keep imagining myself already in the hotel wondering who my other 2/3 roomates will be. I'll have to be ridiculously neat with my luggage especially since we'll not be staying in one hotel only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My mum has given me waaaaay to much cash to blow. To me, if i have too much cash with me, it'll be a burden since i'll have to ensure i don't lose the money while trying to have fun. If you want to know how much i'm bringing, read the next line. I'm bringing $300 sinpore which is around 255000 won, i think and $150 singapore cash to whatever emergencies. I'm planning to leave around $100 behind without my mum knowing but based on past experiences, i don't think thats such a good idea. I'll be leaving the house at i don't know what time but i hope i won't be late. (We were to report at 7.30 and me being a worrywart, didn't want to be late even though we were boarding at 10.45)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My mum's still pissed at me and is refusing to talk or even look at me. Childish. If she won't send me off, then i guess i'll just get my Dad to do it or maybe i'll just fly off myself and have dinner with Celine and Quan Lin instead. That is , if they don't mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;(I ended up having dinner wiith my Mum, Grandma and bro who sent me off too :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;24 Nov 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9.54pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Still D-Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Everyone's ready, waiting for the time to actually borad the plane. The taste of the iced mocha is still fresh in my mouth and i just realised that i left my Hi-Chew candy at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-____- At least my Mentos is still with me so (hopefully) i won't feel the pressure from the plane when we take off and land/get nervous/get nervous and a huge headeache/all 3 possibilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm sitting in seat 37J which sucks because it's so bloody far from Marisa's seat. (I already miss Fathur and i haven't even left the airport) I'm freezing and should probably wear my sweater but i'm too engrossed writing. I realised i got this don't-do-things-halfway habit from Ayah. If you really want to know, he taught me this when he asked me to help him scrape the scales of the fished he fished that day and it being smelly and scary and squatting so much was so tiring, i wanted to quit but Ayah didn't let me. What happened next, i can't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I bought this rechargable battery and its charger for a hackin' $30.90. O.O" Now we're all waiting for the plane after getting scanned and checked to see if we're terrorists. I ope m meagre amount of 52 songs can last me for some time before i fall asleep or whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I hate Mr Flirt. Damn him and his fugly proudness"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Those phrases in the inverted comas were the thoughts i randomly was thinking of. I was stuck in my seat and beside me was Chong Teng and beside him was this really scary guy whom i suspected might have been a_________. Assumption only! And when i left my charger in Elvira's room, i never got it back. Just the batteries. The charger was missing.-.-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;25 Nov 2008 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;S'pore: 7.13am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Korea: 8.16am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;After boarding the plane, i realised my plane buddy was Chong Teng and some strange guy who scared me a little. Turns out, he scared Chong Teng a little too. I got the window seat! ^^ I think i haven't fully overcomed my (tiny) fear of taking planes cause i had a small headache and was gripping onto my seat as the plane became lopsided and took off. The worst thing was, Marisa was on the other side of the plane at the next window. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;(i scribbled a picture onto my notebook)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;So she couldn't listen to me moaning on about the flight. I furiously stuffing Mentos and sucking and cheewing to help with my fear. I tried distracting myself by focusing on the tv screeen in front of me but ended looking out the window and enjoying the the fact that the buildings were getting smaller and further and a (stupid) small voice inside told me that the plane was going to crash and me ending up dead. -____________-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;The first few hours hours, i listened to music from the screen and from my phone and i slept for an hour plus only. I then watched "Get Smart" at around 2am and having small chat with Chong Teng. The food came at around somewhere after the movie ended and i looked at my tray : a plain, cold bun, strawberry jam, absurdly spicy 'Nasi Goreng', plain water, a cup, fruits, a yoghurt. YOGHURT. The sight of it summoned my inner puking monster. So i didn't touch the yoghurt , fruits, or cup or jam. I took 3 pinches of my tasteless(probably stale) bun and one-third of a spoon of Nasi Goreng. I couldn't eat it cause my headache came back and was gnawing my head off. I ended up sleeping with their food even though i was the first few to get the meals 10-15 min earlier. The stewardess snatched my tray when i handed it to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;They were all rushing cause the plane was landing soon. I was a little afraid when we landed and chatting to Chong Teng helped distract me. If your wondering why my handwriting is so messy, its cause i've no flat surface to write on except the floor which i'm doing on the bus. Marisa's clutching onto the donuts Nat and i bought even while she's sleeping. The tourguide's name is Annie and she seems strict and i'm wondering if she any children because of her motherly figure. My left hand is freezing since its not writing and moving and when i breathe out"HAAAA", i can see white fog. Ima try take a picture when i get the chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6633ff;"&gt;"I wonder what Fathur's doing now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6633ff;"&gt;"Poor Marisa was woken up by Elvira while she(Marisa) was protecting the donuts"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm really tired typing now and i wana watch "Hell Girl" (which is so cooool and scaryyy but totally worth the watch) . I'll probably continue tomorrow if i'm not too lazy. I'll update the photos asap too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-1263373497735598176?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/1263373497735598176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=1263373497735598176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/1263373497735598176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/1263373497735598176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2008/12/from-korea-by-me-part-1.html' title='From Korea by me part 1'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-8468503736335214888</id><published>2008-11-21T15:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T16:10:53.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brrrr!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z233/beth2shy57/album1/383b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px" alt="" src="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z233/beth2shy57/album1/383b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                          I haven't been posting lately because i've been really busy lately and i'll be even more busier next week. I had Drama from Monday - Thursday from 10 -5 and when i get home, i'm just too tired too do anything but lie down, grab a sandwich and play psp or read a book. Next week, i and many others will be off to Korea! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                           I should be packing up now. My luggage is on the floor beside two huge plastic bags filled with winter gear and my stuff are strewn all over the bed and here i am typing away. I really needed to get more stuff today with Marisa but she couldn't make it so i don't know how i'll be getting my sling bag, watch and a pair of jeans alone. Shoot! I just remembered i have to get the gifts tooooo. Shucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                           I'm in a play called "Rainbow's Ending" where two giants have eaten up everything in the world and after a "nap" (of a couple of hundred years), they find that everything is gone except for the people that look like them. After gobbling almost everyone, only to cities remain. A girl (named Rainbow)and her friends set off to kill the giant but something happens to her and to the giant. And what did Rainbow and her friends see inside the stomach of the giant? It's a very nice story almost like a fairytale with a slight modern touch filled with humour, sadness,childish innocence and a warm ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                             See? Lucky thing that i decided to pack today! I need to get some stuff so i'll do the packing tomorrow and go shop for the stuff  today. It's gona be chilly in Seoul! It started snowing there yesterday as i'm told. I hope i don't freeze my balls off. Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-8468503736335214888?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/8468503736335214888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=8468503736335214888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/8468503736335214888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/8468503736335214888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2008/11/brrrr.html' title='Brrrr!'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z233/beth2shy57/album1/th_383b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-3733036852272493133</id><published>2008-11-14T15:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T15:58:27.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>60</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dear Aunt Agony,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;      I'm not feeling right right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-3733036852272493133?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/3733036852272493133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=3733036852272493133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/3733036852272493133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/3733036852272493133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2008/11/60.html' title='60'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-2830351566124281034</id><published>2008-11-12T16:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T16:46:10.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w97/suzypoo-q/colorful-19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w97/suzypoo-q/colorful-19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When problems emerge &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you get what you want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but not what you need,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the world says your lucky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you know you're not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and everybody mocks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you, just dance it off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i452.photobucket.com/albums/qq241/watchmeghanemilydance/quotes%20and%20sayings/dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-2830351566124281034?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/2830351566124281034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=2830351566124281034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/2830351566124281034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/2830351566124281034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-problems-emerge-and-you-get-what.html' title=''/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-619962247712261870</id><published>2008-11-08T20:18:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T21:21:44.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe! and.. and.. AHCHOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Theme was "Breathe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWKw2iE5xI/AAAAAAAAARI/1Q_8hzQ4NE0/s1600-h/Image049.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266267911156459282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWKw2iE5xI/AAAAAAAAARI/1Q_8hzQ4NE0/s320/Image049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWKwkXVyOI/AAAAAAAAARA/bfp1KF8ldws/s1600-h/Image048.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266267906279590114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWKwkXVyOI/AAAAAAAAARA/bfp1KF8ldws/s320/Image048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWKwhy9ESI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/zjFI-wWMVHE/s1600-h/Image047.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266267905590104354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWKwhy9ESI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/zjFI-wWMVHE/s320/Image047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWKjRffVlI/AAAAAAAAAQw/OmuoCnUlfmc/s1600-h/Image046.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266267677875197522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWKjRffVlI/AAAAAAAAAQw/OmuoCnUlfmc/s320/Image046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One of the many things there. I have no idea who that girl is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWKjAGftjI/AAAAAAAAAQo/GXfon8_FMKM/s1600-h/Image045.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266267673206961714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWKjAGftjI/AAAAAAAAAQo/GXfon8_FMKM/s320/Image045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWKi0H78VI/AAAAAAAAAQg/q9vhCYmQexE/s1600-h/Image042.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266267669991780690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWKi0H78VI/AAAAAAAAAQg/q9vhCYmQexE/s320/Image042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This wasn't the Padang, That's why its not crowded. At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWKivjAXZI/AAAAAAAAAQY/UzFM8STh0zo/s1600-h/Image041.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266267668763139474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWKivjAXZI/AAAAAAAAAQY/UzFM8STh0zo/s320/Image041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWKip0OhPI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/hyTuxOkH0xQ/s1600-h/Image040.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266267667224757490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWKip0OhPI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/hyTuxOkH0xQ/s320/Image040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWKQ_Ua4MI/AAAAAAAAAQI/DaBySEgFZFg/s1600-h/Image039.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266267363759284418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWKQ_Ua4MI/AAAAAAAAAQI/DaBySEgFZFg/s320/Image039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWKQmEQ7_I/AAAAAAAAAQA/icW6bP93b_4/s1600-h/Image037.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266267356980637682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWKQmEQ7_I/AAAAAAAAAQA/icW6bP93b_4/s320/Image037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Marisa: "Eh, eh take the picture of &lt;em&gt;'the man'&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWKQjIV2HI/AAAAAAAAAP4/SxrziqaaSNY/s1600-h/Image038.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266267356192430194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWKQjIV2HI/AAAAAAAAAP4/SxrziqaaSNY/s320/Image038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWKQog08sI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mUNjGmq0ifU/s1600-h/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266267357637309122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWKQog08sI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mUNjGmq0ifU/s320/Image034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWKQfumnQI/AAAAAAAAAPo/A8kAGQh1YEY/s1600-h/Image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266267355279170818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWKQfumnQI/AAAAAAAAAPo/A8kAGQh1YEY/s320/Image036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just to show you how crowded it was. Under one tent only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWJ-XdCzbI/AAAAAAAAAPg/ZvXoWKRdkOU/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266267043820391858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWJ-XdCzbI/AAAAAAAAAPg/ZvXoWKRdkOU/s320/Image033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Marisa's gona kill me for this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWJ-AIVD0I/AAAAAAAAAPI/c5WmGqFoXcs/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266267037559492418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWJ-AIVD0I/AAAAAAAAAPI/c5WmGqFoXcs/s320/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; The girls beside us were eating the free exotic Yoshinoya food set. It was as if they were trying to act like they know how to eat it properly cause they looked around before taking a bite and they stared at their food for some time before taking their actual first bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWJ9l_TAaI/AAAAAAAAAPA/GmUrV8Dj1wo/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266267030542287266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWJ9l_TAaI/AAAAAAAAAPA/GmUrV8Dj1wo/s320/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWJsx4OxcI/AAAAAAAAAO4/mQ7OI_mmS-s/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266266741676099010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWJsx4OxcI/AAAAAAAAAO4/mQ7OI_mmS-s/s320/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWJsmh288I/AAAAAAAAAOw/6h9zSRtzE6g/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266266738629473218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWJsmh288I/AAAAAAAAAOw/6h9zSRtzE6g/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWJsndlwMI/AAAAAAAAAOo/-CF22oozyhs/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266266738880004290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWJsndlwMI/AAAAAAAAAOo/-CF22oozyhs/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWJsJlx3MI/AAAAAAAAAOg/IHRZprIE-b4/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266266730861288642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWJsJlx3MI/AAAAAAAAAOg/IHRZprIE-b4/s320/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266267911916593218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWKw5XToEI/AAAAAAAAARQ/b9QA-SNU2jI/s320/Image050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWJsL62fnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/7lLoI-J5ye0/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266266731486543474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWJsL62fnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/7lLoI-J5ye0/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7th November:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The "Korea" group and other people went to the Padang to celebrate some Health Promotion Board thing. At first, i thought it was something that involved everyone running together but it wasn't. It was more like a carnival. There was free Yoshinoya and Milo. Too bad they served free not halal food. The Malay food was so freaking ex! $3.50 for packed food and it wasn't even that nice-looking lah okay. It should have been something around $2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The afternoon was B-O-R-I-N-G during the first 10minutes, Marisa and me headed off to Funan Mall. We enjoyed the aircon for a while and i told Marisa something that affected her bad. I said "Eh, what if Mr Ow Yong, Ms Kaur, Mr Chiew and Ms Neo here ah? Then they see us, then we dead man" and Marisa doubted for a while until she saw the possibility. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I decided it was time to go back after some time. I mean, what if there was attendance taking or some urgent thing that came up? So on the way back, Marisa starting coming up with wild stories about us getting caught. I told her "What if we see everyone(students&amp;amp;teachers) in the bus on the way back ah cause suddenly have to go back? Then do we stop them or we pretend we didn't see anything? They'll be so worried. Cool right? " and Marisa beat my arm and told me to not scare her again. She came up with plans that involved us sneaking in just in case anyone saw us. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We just walked around aimlessly until it was night time. There were gym instructors on stage and in the crowd that were dancing and everyone was suppose to follow along. Marisa wanted it real bad so we pushed through the crowd until we were with Quan Lin, Celine, Jing Yi, Lynn, Fadliyana, Zakiah and Nameerah and we just started dancing our hearts out. It was sooo fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We were lucky enough to get to dance to one more song. After Fiona Xie came in, we were gathered and had to leave. We waited for the bus for like what?, half an hour? When we could have been watching the performances for another 20 min. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In the bus, Celine, Quan Lin, Marisa and me took pictures at the back of the bus. Th photos were taken on different phones so i only have a few. Accompanied Marisa to Mc to return Quan Lin's phone and we took the MRT together. I had to meet my mum at Paya Lebar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quan Lin told me to keep this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266268124195162290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWK9QKdiLI/AAAAAAAAARY/hcNPw6-wqwk/s320/Image051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wasn't ready !&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266268126634746018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWK9ZQGoKI/AAAAAAAAARg/9FrSRfbGjxA/s320/Image052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She didn't want to take her photo so i had to take it like this. With that awful gap there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266268129583716482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWK9kPMWII/AAAAAAAAARo/Cd2lCZMkeC8/s320/Image053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Went to Bugis with Faizah and Fathur to get birthday presents. Faizah needed one for her sister and she owed alot more to other people. Fathur and me had to get a present for ayah(dad). We shopped around so much and finally when it was about to get dark, we chose our gifts. Fathur and me got 2 plain Ts that we're gona personalise as soon as we get hold of some other stuff we need. We were planning to get a plain mug and personalising it but it didn't work out. Faizah was trying so hard to find the "perfect" T for her sister, Amalina(seriously) but ended up getting a bottle of branded perfume. Anna Sui to be exact. Loaded right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We ended the day by getting bubble teas each(which were definitely not worth the price) and Old Chang Kee snacks. Too bad Marisa didn't get the priviledge to the tire her feet and a bum longing for a seat. She didn't get to meet my brother too. Next time lah huh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I caught the flu and sore throat Marisa &lt;em&gt;shared&lt;/em&gt; with me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have very&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;puffy nose and eyes which are awfully &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;red and annoying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-619962247712261870?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/619962247712261870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=619962247712261870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/619962247712261870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/619962247712261870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2008/11/breathe-and-and-ahchoo.html' title='Breathe! and.. and.. AHCHOO!'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SRWKw2iE5xI/AAAAAAAAARI/1Q_8hzQ4NE0/s72-c/Image049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-1212623560906831833</id><published>2008-11-06T21:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:10:49.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This post has no title since i can't think of any due to my mind being bloxked by what Marisa just told me/ make me read. Oh ya, congrats Obama.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I finally did it! I managed to borrow books from the library after i cleared my brother's fines and updated his membership. Now i don't have to worry about staring at the computer screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! For the highlight of the day!&lt;br /&gt;During Korea "Briefing" today, we had to come up with dances to show when we're in Korea. So we were divided by gender. The boys were going to do jumpstyle, as suggested by Mr Ow Yong and the girls decided that were going to do a cultural mix of Indian, Malay and English(chinese was cancelled due to god knows why).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Kaur separated the girls again since there were too many of us and she taught the group i was in the indian dance. A sec3 girl and i helped her out. It was a simple and fun dance. The other half came up with the malay dance which was led by the malay dancers : Fadliyana, Zakiah and Nameerah (i'm sorry, if i'm wrong with the spelling kay?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh cool! These guys selling ice-cream just sold some to my mum. It just reminded me of the job i was planning to take on.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we combined these movements and i suggested to Miss Kaur that we take on English dance as well since it'll be easier cause i was planning to take the art articulation steps. So doing 4 dnces in one combo was to much so Chinese dance was kicked out. I tried teaching everyone low while Celine went to eat the Mcdonald meal she ordered since she hadn't eaten lunch yet. -__-&lt;br /&gt;And you know how nervous i get when i have to teach people to dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mymomistryingtorulethislaptop. Byeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edited]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So the steps to "Low" weren't easy. You can ask the 2e1 dancers if you don't believe me(i miss 2e1!) and we took 2 weeks to (somehow) master it. I asked the girls during the briefing if it was too complicated and the said it was "doable", "can lah", "okay-okay". So when i taught them, it was so hard for them tht they started gossiping behind my back. Lousy. Say can do but in the end complain. I warned them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the malay dancers sugested we do "4 Minutes" the song so we did lah. There's a Healthy Lifestyle Campaign shit tomorrow (or rather today since i'm editing this one now) and we're forced to do it even when it stated there that it's volountary. What the buck?? So i'm goin. Maybe i can lose a little weight or something. What really bugs me is that its until 10pm. Like what the....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finished reading "Prama" in a day. Awesome or what? Today is actually 7th so yea. Okay, looks like i'll be meeting Marisa Mather now. An hour ++ earlier. -___-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-1212623560906831833?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/1212623560906831833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=1212623560906831833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/1212623560906831833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/1212623560906831833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-finally-did-it-i-managed-to-borrow.html' title='This post has no title since i can&apos;t think of any due to my mind being bloxked by what Marisa just told me/ make me read. Oh ya, congrats Obama.'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-4513173786935725990</id><published>2008-11-05T16:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T17:55:23.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get well now, Marisa ♥ !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Marisa couldn't accompany me to school today cause she got sick partly due to netball so i had to go to school alone today. I met&lt;em&gt; them&lt;/em&gt; along the way. What are they doing to her?! She's ...&lt;em&gt; different&lt;/em&gt;.  It was lonely lah without my buddy today lah okay? Marisa wasn't having a good time today either, i heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;                   I was suppose to have a day of curling up with a good book today with music blasting from the radio. But that didn't happen. I went to school today to change my appeal because i (the blur one) realised that SSG was&lt;em&gt; not&lt;/em&gt; pure. After cleaning up that mess, i went to the library and tried to borrow books with my brother's library card since mine had a fine on it. So guess what? It seems that his one has a fine to which is 10 times less of mine and it hasn't been updated! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-___- Hmph. So much for my day of reading. I even wanted to borrow a book on Jaguars for Drama. And the normal loan of 4 books doubled till January. diputS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;                  Treated myself to bubble tea and got my butt back at home. Watched "The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants" on youtube which entertained me for a while. Seems like my holidays have not been wisely spent on movie marathon. Pathetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;                   ( Marisa! If your reading this, call/sms/msn me, whatever. I need to tell you something. Code : Water blue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;                 There's Korea "Briefing" tomorrow and I'm not really looking forward to it since my experience during the session before was boring. And i hope Marisa gets well soon because i don't want to be lonely there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you holding back like the way I do? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;IMYM.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-4513173786935725990?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/4513173786935725990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=4513173786935725990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/4513173786935725990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/4513173786935725990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2008/11/get-well-now-marisa.html' title='Get well now, Marisa ♥ !'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-3100193980677449577</id><published>2008-11-04T18:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:23:13.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah x P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went to appeal today. I was going to appeal for a different class but i didn't realise that the subjects i got were Social Studies Literature and Geography instead of Social Studies Geography and literature until Marisa told me lah. So now i really had a reason to appeal. I mean, the form was to appeal for a change of subjects not class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was suppose to be a nice day out but Marisa had bad aches (see the "goodness" of netball? x P) and i had a bad tummyache. We thought we could handle it so we just went to City Hall to get Marisa's shoes. We went to eat first and i was so annoying. I kept saying "I'm so hungry" and if i were someone else, i would have been irritated but i couldn't stop myself cause that was how i felt and everything was just a blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of having a niceee, looooonnnng get-together, Marisa decided we needed to get home. I'm so bored right now! I wana go to the beach. I think i'm starting to miss it. Out of boredom, i movie surfed and all the movies i wanted to watch , i couldn't find so i was just so lazy to continue finding anymore that i watched a movie that was the most interesting among the other movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it first came out, i was thinking "Eee. Yuck man. Not worth my money" and boy, i am so glad i didn't watch it out of curiousity. Bratz = eee!I skipped the cheesy scenes and it was almost like the HSM except much worse. The story so blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the real reason i'm blogging about boring stuff is because i'm so bored. Even computer games can't please me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need my life back. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want to go out so badly but i don't think i should cause of my results. I don't think i deserve the chance to go out and ibu won't let me waste money &lt;em&gt;unneccessarily&lt;/em&gt; anyway . Then what i am suppose to do? Be happy that i'm cooped up in here? I wana go out an not even drama can satisfy me now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am so lifeless.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If anyone's going out anywhere, call/sms me kay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-3100193980677449577?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/3100193980677449577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=3100193980677449577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/3100193980677449577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/3100193980677449577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2008/11/blah-x-p.html' title='Blah x P'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-5343823696756555057</id><published>2008-11-03T15:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:14:49.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoinks! (this is my title and it looks like part of the post! Gee thanks, blogskin -_______- )</title><content type='html'>(It rainstorm-ing here in Bedok! : O )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And yes, i&lt;em&gt; have&lt;/em&gt; changed my blogskin. It's not very me but i was desparate. I accidentally deleted my other blogskin. (The other blogskin wasn't that nice either.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Let me explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I was trying to find a new blogskin cause i needed a new change so i was experimenting with whatever nice skins i found and mix-&amp;amp;-matching them. I was gona press "preview" but i accidentally hit the "save settings" button. And didn't want my readers to see what was left of my gone wrong "experiment" so i just agreed to this skin which was a no-fuss one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;If anyody finds or stumbles on a really nice blogskin that you think matches my personality, msn me ah! Oh, can you recommend me something to do during the holidays that doesn't involve downloading? (so no Marshall, no Audi x P) Or something to watch on youtube?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;P.S. :I may want to start something&lt;em&gt; else&lt;/em&gt; new here. But don't get impatient/excited cause i'm in holiday mood aka lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somebody give my holiday a makeover and make it more fun!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-5343823696756555057?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5343823696756555057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=5343823696756555057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/5343823696756555057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/5343823696756555057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2008/11/zoinks.html' title='Zoinks! (this is my title and it looks like part of the post! Gee thanks, blogskin -_______- )'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-6046823426153868202</id><published>2008-11-02T16:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T16:50:05.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Amalina.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You might find this weird but i have a list of people who remembered my birthday and wished me "happy birthday". I just wanted to put it up so i can remember/recall in the future. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In order:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amirah (my cousin, who wished me a day in advance)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Marisa (best friend, wished me a day in advanced too. &lt;em&gt;14 times thru sms&lt;/em&gt;. lols to that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quan Lin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bing Jie (thanks. I must have been on his phone calender or something for him to remember)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nenek (grandma, who asked me to order pizza for my day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Busu (uncle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Faizah (thanks for the book and cute gift bag! i have you a lottttttt for being my best friend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ayah (dad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Celine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aizan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shermei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alvin (    .....          wait, who?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kak Atiqah (cousin, ex-tampenisian)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ibu (who remembered when i met her that night. -___-    )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sabrinah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Janice (another unknown person)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yu Huan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thanks to everyone who wished me. And to Marisa who advertised my birthday to Alvin and Janice until they wished me too. I think Marisa posted some pictures we took that day we went swimming so go see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-6046823426153868202?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/6046823426153868202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=6046823426153868202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/6046823426153868202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/6046823426153868202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-amalina.html' title='Happy Birthday, Amalina.'/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014052274745921341.post-8548564613055392622</id><published>2008-11-02T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T16:26:44.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Marisa and me spent about a good 2hours at school, sitting on the wooden benches with Shermei and Aizan just talking so much on the classes we were headed too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Marisa and me left for KFC for lunch and saved our zingers for later on. We headed for her place and just chilled there for a while&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; before my mum called me to ask about the results and class i was going to. She was nice for a while and really patient. For a while. She asked me about Faizah and after i explained that she had gotten into the best and i didnt, she just started comparing us. She thought i didnt get into a class with pure science even though i did. She didn't pay attention during the matching exercise. She might as well have not gone lah okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm not angry Faizah or anything but my mum really just made me so mad when she made me feel so stupid. Maybe if she didn't know who my friends were in the first place, she wouldn't be comparing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gahhhhh&lt;/span&gt;. I hung up soon after and told Marisa to get changed so we could dive it off in the pool. We were the only two in the pool but the number of people in the pool just increased. I scared Marisa alot and that was really funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After some time, we got out and changed at her house and finished up what was left of the zingers. Her brother came home and i tripped while trying to meet him at the door. Owch. The bottom of my toe got injured. More like the skin got scraped a little. Yuck right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My mum called up when i was in the mrt station and she told me to meet her up at Simei. In my mind, i was like "Shit, she wants to talk about it" but she actually wanted to get my winter gear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm quite happy with what i got and grateful that she didn't talk about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Until today. Let's just say that what happened today wasn't pretty and i wish i could take back some of the things i said and rewind time. I just watched a show on tv just a while ago and the girl on the show called her mom "stupid" and was being rude to her and her friend told her that she'll definitely go to hell for that and her mom was dead on her bed when she got home afterwards and i'm really shocked cause i've been so much more ruder and meaner to my mum and i noticed how much i changed which is really a sucky part of growing up. If i studied smarter, maybe i could have at least gotten in the same class with Marisa. I should have studied so hard and should have cancelled the study groups with Celine, Quan Lin and Marisa cause i know i didn't really study as much as i could have.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Your probably mocking me now and thinking how i'm just too late. And while that's true, i really hope i can prove you wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I also noticed that the teacher i thought were really nice ended up to be not quite what i expected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Boo to Mrs Chng and woo! to Mdm Ng (the really caring teacher who didn't have &lt;em&gt;that look&lt;/em&gt; on her face when i told her i'm going to e4 next year unlike pika-chng).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014052274745921341-8548564613055392622?l=prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/8548564613055392622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014052274745921341&amp;postID=8548564613055392622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/8548564613055392622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014052274745921341/posts/default/8548564613055392622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyorganisedmess.blogspot.com/2008/11/marisa-and-me-spent-about-good-2hours.html' title=''/><author><name>The Riot in Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878871183522037941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vI2e_Qqt9bk/SG3UGFsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FadwVpFbgk4/S220/Twisted+words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
