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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-1183170671930230347</id><published>2010-04-02T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T06:00:08.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahaha finally i'm here in a good mood, and not to bitch about my mom again.&lt;br /&gt;i bet felicia just let out a sigh of relief. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;anw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT THROUGH THE FIRST ROUND OF STC'S GOT TALENT SINGING 'SHOWSTOPPER'&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i know it isn't really a big deal cos like they pretty much let everyone through the first round.&lt;br /&gt;BUT STILL.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. um.&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to think of smt else that's funny or good.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh!! chingay appreciation dinner! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;right. almost forgot.&lt;br /&gt;anw, it started at like 5.30&lt;br /&gt;i reached at 7.30&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i had math tuiton 2-6 before that&lt;br /&gt;so at 6 i rushed down to pasir ris.&lt;br /&gt;standing all the way until like..bedok believe it or not.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;then after that the moment i walked out of the mrt my phone like died on me.&lt;br /&gt;for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;i was so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;but i was told to take a cab to downtown east taxi stand so i did&lt;br /&gt;but i only had 7 bucks&lt;br /&gt;and like there was a huge jam less than 3 mins after i left the mrt taxi stand.&lt;br /&gt;so the moment the meter hit 6 + i asked 'uncle can just let me off here'&lt;br /&gt;when i obviously had no idea where i was&lt;br /&gt;cos firstly i'm directions retarded and secondly i've never been to downtown east or anywhere in pasir ris.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anw, i just walked straight and met a friend, and so i finally reached the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. it was so funny, i went in, and like even before i sat down a picture of me came up on the screen where they were showing all the photos taken during chingay.&lt;br /&gt;anw, the food was okay...&lt;br /&gt;oh and the circus group did like a whole lot of kpop songs like Chu and Oh and RingDingDong and i was so happy!!! lols.&lt;br /&gt;but i think the real highlight was finally getting to take photos with all the people i missed out during chingay.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, half my ladder wasnt' there, and i only got photos with like 3 of them but still.&lt;br /&gt;and i got photos with most of the trainers and LAJITONG. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay inside joke go away. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;anw, i have to do my hw (on a holiday how sad is that)&lt;br /&gt;so i'll ttyl (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-aelis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-1183170671930230347?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1183170671930230347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=1183170671930230347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/1183170671930230347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/1183170671930230347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2010/04/hahaha-finally-im-here-in-good-mood-and.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-2111054896122267040</id><published>2010-03-06T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T02:46:05.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay...here to bitch about my mom again so it's probably gonna be vulgar. which means, felicia stop reading. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like...i got 28/35 for emaths CA1 when like even gaoshan got the same mark as me and the highest was probably abigail with 30/35, which is 2 marks more than me and alot of people in the BEST class (sorry not implying anything to people from other classes) failed.&lt;br /&gt;and so obviously i was like damm happy right, cos it's 80%. even sam congratulated me when i told her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went home, and we were having dinner + felice (siian's girlfriend) and my mom was like so have you gotten back any papers yet?&lt;br /&gt;so i happily said "i got 28/35 for emaths!!"&lt;br /&gt;and she was like, 'it's still not an A1'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like that. not even a "oh that's better than last time." or "that's good"&lt;br /&gt;right away just shoot me down.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, yeah i know that in O levels cos of the mark curve thing where if like everyone does damm well the mark for A1 will go up, so to secure an A1 it's like 85+ la...&lt;br /&gt;but still. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean srsly. if she said "that's good, but you know it's still not enough to secure an A1 for Os right?" i would still be okay, cos it's like at least she notices that it's a good grade, and is just wanting me to secure that A1.&lt;br /&gt;but no, it's always 'that's not good enough.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING I EVER FUCKING DO IS GOOD ENOUGH.&lt;br /&gt;i might as well fail right. since i get FUCKING 80 and it's STILL NOT ENOUGH FOR HER.&lt;br /&gt;so what's the difference.&lt;br /&gt;studying and even trying is just wasting my time what since she'll always say the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;and i bet even if (by some miracle) i get full marks for everything, she'll pick on smt else.&lt;br /&gt;like she'll say "your handwriting is horrible"&lt;br /&gt;or "your school standard is so lousy, full marks in your school is nothing! if you're in a good school you won't even pass okay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for those of you who are saying 'you should have told her that alot of people failed and didn't do well!', yeah i tried that in like sec 2.&lt;br /&gt;she will say 'so? you're not all those people. and that girl got 30! means it possible for you to be even better than her!'&lt;br /&gt;kns bitch go burn in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, srsly she always makes me feel like i'm not good enough in everything i do.&lt;br /&gt;when i wanna buy new clothes, she's like 'for what? your face so horrible, so many pimples nice clothes also no use.'&lt;br /&gt;then when i srsly use like damm alot of face stuff to clear up my complexion then she complains about my split ends. -.-&lt;br /&gt;and obviously my grades are never good enough.&lt;br /&gt;when i got for band, she complains, then after that asks me why my playing is so fking lousy, why don't i go join some fking big band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. that time...she suddenly (out of nowhere) heard of some Big Band thing and suddenly became obsessed with it. it's like, Big Band is kinda like a jazz/brass band kinda thing. it isn't literally a large size band, it's just like a style/genre of music. but she keeps thinking that Big Bands and normal concert/symphonic bands are soooo different. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i just randomly asked if i could take up dragonboating after Os, cos i like team sports, and also like, water sports like kayaking etc.&lt;br /&gt;and she was like 'why don't you go join some Big Band outside?'&lt;br /&gt;and obviously i was like huh. big band...?&lt;br /&gt;and she started rattling off about what using my strings experience (when Big Band has like, only double bass, probably?) and if not i'll waste my 4 years of cello 3 years of horn and 1 yr of trumpet blablablablablabla crapshit like she knows so much.&lt;br /&gt;and so i told her that like, big band has probably only double bass, and if i did join i would be playing trumpet, so my strings experience has nothing to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;and she totally didn't get it (obviously) and continued rattling on.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got quite pissed cos, okay yeah i don't mind joining outside bands, it's quite fun. but i can do that in JC/poly right? the dragonboat thing would be like for 2 months maybe, for me to get some exercise after Os.&lt;br /&gt;and she's like 'you already made up your mind right? then forget it la why still ask me'&lt;br /&gt;KNS BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;so i was like 'you're the one who wants me to exercise more right?! isn't dragonboating exercise? zhenyu (my cousin) is in dragonboat and he's like damm fit right?!'&lt;br /&gt;and she said 'you just want to meet people right?! like your stupid chingay just go there to meet people.'&lt;br /&gt;HELLO DID YOU EVEN FUCKING HEAR ME?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she kept going on about me joining outside bands. HELLO IT'S NOT THAT SIMPLE CAN. I GO JOIN SERANGOON BAND LA YOU WANT?! OR CHANGI BAND EVER BETTER RIGHT OPPOSITE SIDE OF S'PORE. AND MOST OF THOSE PEOPLE ARE LIKE ADULTS WHO PROFESSIONALLY LEARN MUSIC CAN, IT'S NOT SOME STUPID MUSIC COURSE AT THE CC OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;so i said, yeah i'll join band in JC/poly, and i'll have STC alumni band.&lt;br /&gt;her reply, "your band so lousy join back for what."&lt;br /&gt;fuck you to hell srsly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i gave up asking and continued fuming.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, there's so much i wanna tell her but she never actually listens. yeah she HEARS me talking back to her, but she doesn't actually LISTEN to what i'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;i've tried. at the end of last year, cos she was always complaining that she doesn't know where i am. so it's like, wherever i go i'll send her a text. like after school "i just ended sch going for lunch shd be back abt 5" or after band 'just finished band shd be back at 7', or even when i went out ' i'm on the bus back now.' stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;and she still complained, cos SHE NEVER READS TEXTS. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish she would just stop being so hard on me.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i get that she wants me to do well, I GET IT MOM. I'VE GOTTEN IT SINCE SEC 2.&lt;br /&gt;i want to fking do well too, like duh i'm the one who asked for more tuition right. -.-&lt;br /&gt;okay going to grandma's hse.&lt;br /&gt;shall continue later if she pisses me off again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-evilaelis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-2111054896122267040?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2111054896122267040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=2111054896122267040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/2111054896122267040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/2111054896122267040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2010/03/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-698599547963075741</id><published>2010-02-03T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T07:00:56.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahaha omg haven't blogged in ages. okay. uhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M LEARNING TO YOYO. and not the retarded super yoyo kind okay.&lt;br /&gt;like the POFFEHSHIONAL KIND OKAYS.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. sorry weirdly high now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly very low.&lt;br /&gt;my friend just told me a damm sad story that happened to him.&lt;br /&gt;the kind that you only hear of in those kind of mama drama chinese / korean dramas.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally flunked bio test today, was so brain dead from chingay ytd.&lt;br /&gt;omg. mrs leong is gonna murder me.&lt;br /&gt;and the class will get to dissect my eyeballs, my heart....&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;okay sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what was the other thing i wanted to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH WTH&lt;br /&gt;cos like the chingay trainers have to pair up, so it's easier for them to move us around.&lt;br /&gt;and guess who i'm pairing with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIGGOT. (a.k.a FatIndianGuy + got)&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. he's DAMM IRRITATING.&lt;br /&gt;everyone agrees, so i'm not being racist okay.&lt;br /&gt;even like the other indian dude says he's irritating.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;he always picks on other group's mistakes, when his own group isn't doing the right thing either.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, yeah we know that our groups aren't doing perfect, at least we don't go picking at others. mentioning it to the trainer is okay, in case the trainer didn't notice. but strutting over and scolding them is just ridiculous, esp when his own group is making the same mistake. -.-&lt;br /&gt;AND I HAVE TO PAIR WITH HIM.&lt;br /&gt;for some of the formations i'm supposed to align with him, but sometimes he's in the wrong place and i'll be told to follow him.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm like going, huh but he's totally in the wrong place.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;and my group (as awesome as they are) are pretty blur and easily confused.&lt;br /&gt;so when we keep making these adjustments to the stupid figgot's wrong placings, they get even more confused.&lt;br /&gt;GAH.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be totally training my anger management okay. hahahahaha. wish me luck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg that day at chingay, there was this dude from paym who had to get a few snapshots of himself taking part in the ladder activities. i think he was some big shot guy la.&lt;br /&gt;but still he was a total idiot.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;cos we were doing with our stunner on top, so it's alrd risky with experienced people, though it's pretty straightforward. so i told him, the most impt thing, PUT YOUR FOOT THERE AND DON'T MOVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what. when the ladder went down the other side, (like it was supposed to), he act big and tried to stop it from falling, causing the ladder to slide, WITH MY STUNNER ON TOP.&lt;br /&gt;i almost had a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;then after that i refused to let him actually do anything, just stand around and get his stupid pictures.&lt;br /&gt;but after that he decided to stick around and &lt;s&gt;be a pain in the ass&lt;/s&gt; watch us practice.&lt;br /&gt;and like i mentioned, my fantastic group is easily confused.&lt;br /&gt;so he was standing around with his retard shades, giving useless comments like, 'I SAY PUSH YOU PUSH omg like giving birth -laughs at his own joke-' and 'go go go ! bring up the ladder' when jingwen hadn't even said anything. -.-&lt;br /&gt;i was freaking irritated.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. really training anger management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hais. i shall make this part really big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ELIZABETH GOH YOU'D BETTER FASTER COME BACK FROM JKT OR I WILL KILLL YOUUUUUUUU.&lt;br /&gt;p.s i love you. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-aelis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-698599547963075741?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/698599547963075741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=698599547963075741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/698599547963075741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/698599547963075741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2010/02/hahaha-omg-havent-blogged-in-ages.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-1669713216473354207</id><published>2010-01-18T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T07:10:34.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg i'm so never going to complain when my mom irons the pleats on my pinafore not straight anymore, cos IT IS HARD.&lt;br /&gt;SRSLY.&lt;br /&gt;i had to iron both my pinafores on sunday, i almost burnt my hand twice. and it took me like 15 mins just to finish one. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i never have to do it again. -hint hint mom-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, today was crazy high with CARS.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;susu is officially boy deprived/crazy.&lt;br /&gt;worse than me srsly.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe that's cos i see like 100 plus guys every wed and sat at chingay.&lt;br /&gt;hehehe. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omggg chingay ROCKSSSSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;loves. srsly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i keep getting sinus, like my nose is leaking non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. so irritating.&lt;br /&gt;i have to continuously stop typing to blow my nose.&lt;br /&gt;gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homework is so bothersome to me now.&lt;br /&gt;i keep trying to do the bare minimum though i know i shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;gah. feel so guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's physics tmrrrrr omggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just spend it texting people with my phone in the drawer anw.&lt;br /&gt;i love the physics lab, srsly.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. cos like there are drawers at each seat, so i can put my phone in there and text.&lt;br /&gt;and if anyone walks by i can just close the drawer. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hopefully no teachers see this- LOL.&lt;br /&gt;omg today in bio, cos we had not enough chairs so jiamin and i had to go to the next class to borrow, which was ngh's class.&lt;br /&gt;so i was like 'uhh mr ng, we need to borrow stools...'&lt;br /&gt;and he went 'well do i look like a carpenter to you?'&lt;br /&gt;LIKE WTH?&lt;br /&gt;yeah a miniature gay one. (:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha. so irritating okay. jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay. i should go sleep it's 11.11! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;buhbyeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-aelis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-1669713216473354207?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1669713216473354207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=1669713216473354207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/1669713216473354207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/1669713216473354207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2010/01/omg-im-so-never-going-to-complain-when.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-5013082336845797271</id><published>2010-01-04T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T04:11:13.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what the fuck. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;all i did was MENTION that there's a POSSIBILITY that MAYBE the sec 4s will have to go to Australia with the band.&lt;br /&gt;and before i could mention that i was prepared not to go, she freaking shot me down.&lt;br /&gt;'i'm not signing any consent form. you're not going do you understand you're not going!!'&lt;br /&gt;SHUT THE FUCKING HELL UP LIKE I FUCKING CARE ABOUT WHAT THE FUCK YOU SAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you didn't want me to do any of this in the first place why did you let me join band??&lt;br /&gt;and even then why didn't you say 'i'm not going to let you do anything at all besides be driven mad by me and studying so don't get to fucking involved in band.'&lt;br /&gt;band isn't like fucking orchestra. i mean i love CO too, but that was fucking primary school.&lt;br /&gt;and she's the fucking one asking 'why aren't you like siian, he has eagles award, colours award blah blah blah.'&lt;br /&gt;yeah he also has fucking narcolepsy.&lt;br /&gt;the reason i don't have any of those stuff, is because i'm fucking not him. and because you keep holding me back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why the hell do i HAVE to get ALL A1s??&lt;br /&gt;because sijay didn't? because siian can't?&lt;br /&gt;so i'm the last chance for you to strut around going see my kid got all A1s.&lt;br /&gt;wtf. why don't you fucking do it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;from the start i never managed to get near an A for humanities, so why can you say that you 'know i CAN get A for everything' when i'm the one studying and taking the exam???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, in sec 1 you pushed me, and then i really needed it, so i appreciated it and let you push me, and i did well generally.&lt;br /&gt;then in sec two you got a little too pushy but i just let you continue cos i knew if i told you to lay off i'd probably just slack off.&lt;br /&gt;and then last year you totally went overboard and kept pissing me off. and the whole issue with chingay is just fucking ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to scream.&lt;br /&gt;eliz i really need you right now. why can't you come back yet.&lt;br /&gt;it's just one more day but it's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still can't talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 has gone off with a fucking miserable pathetic start.&lt;br /&gt;fuck the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-aelis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-5013082336845797271?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5013082336845797271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=5013082336845797271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/5013082336845797271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/5013082336845797271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-2032484836413436076</id><published>2010-01-03T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T06:45:24.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tomorrow school starts.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be sec 4.&lt;br /&gt;and sam will be teaching, not me, but most probably more than one of my juniors.&lt;br /&gt;same classmates, including parveen.&lt;br /&gt;which kinda rocks, but kinda doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;a whole new year with CARS.&lt;br /&gt;more clique politics,&lt;br /&gt;more band politics.&lt;br /&gt;the new year hasn't even started and i'm already waiting for the end.&lt;br /&gt;at least there's chingay.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to see eliz again i've missed her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 hour and 15 mins to the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;2010 school year, here i come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-aelis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-2032484836413436076?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2032484836413436076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=2032484836413436076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/2032484836413436076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/2032484836413436076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2010/01/tomorrow-school-starts.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-1296748213570794765</id><published>2009-12-04T07:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T08:23:01.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i'm starting my birthday wishes count list :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST PERSON:&lt;br /&gt;ALICIA LIM WX!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;(haha cos i was the first person to wish her on her birthday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECOND PERSON:&lt;br /&gt;PATRICIA TEOH!!!! (: (:&lt;br /&gt;(my baobei junior!!! yayyyyyyyyy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so far...that's all. (time: 11.38pm)&lt;br /&gt;technically Gavin and Genesis are the first two, but they cheated.&lt;br /&gt;they wished me like wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy early in the day. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;soooo. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;and Alicia and Pat would probably be heartbroken if i didn't put them as the first two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.39 and counting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Terence Cheong(:&lt;br /&gt;NEW MOON. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Felicia Lim(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Goh Zhen Wei Edward(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ynn Tan(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Elton Quek(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Chua Zong Sheng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Vivian&lt;br /&gt;-aelis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-1296748213570794765?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1296748213570794765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=1296748213570794765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/1296748213570794765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/1296748213570794765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/okay-im-starting-my-birthday-wishes.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-4766343816283748098</id><published>2009-12-03T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T09:43:14.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMJ. MY NEW LOVE IS SAM TSUI. HE IS LIKE OHMYJACKSON-LY GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;he's in a guy accapella group, and sings SOPRANO. how cool is that??!!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh and plus he's pretty cute.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a crush on a YouTube star&lt;br /&gt;it's a little bit much.. cuz everybody knows who you are&lt;br /&gt;I got a crush on a YouTube star&lt;br /&gt;and I won't get far&lt;br /&gt;but I got a crush on a YouTube star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Gabe Bondoc '(I've Got A Crush On A) Youtube Star'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. okay okay. prioritize.&lt;br /&gt;1st love: Sam Tsui&lt;br /&gt;2nd love: Gabe Bondoc&lt;br /&gt;3rd love: AJ Rafael.&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYYYYY. (: (: (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, go check sam out,&lt;br /&gt;his videos are posted by his friend: KurtHugoSchneider&lt;br /&gt;or you can just search Sam Tsui on Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;GO NOW!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves.&lt;br /&gt;-aelis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-4766343816283748098?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4766343816283748098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=4766343816283748098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/4766343816283748098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/4766343816283748098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/omj.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-9126984354560704025</id><published>2009-11-24T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T05:22:07.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;omething has changed within me&lt;br /&gt;Something is not the same&lt;br /&gt;I'm through with playing by the rules&lt;br /&gt;Of someone else's game&lt;br /&gt;Too late for second-guessing&lt;br /&gt;Too late to go back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;It's time to trust my instincts&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes: and leap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to try&lt;br /&gt;Defying gravity&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll try&lt;br /&gt;Defying gravity&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I am defying gravity&lt;br /&gt;And you wont bring me down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm through accepting limits&lt;br /&gt;''cause someone says they're so&lt;br /&gt;Some things I cannot change&lt;br /&gt;But till I try, I'll never know!&lt;br /&gt;Too long I've been afraid of&lt;br /&gt;Losing love I guess I've lost&lt;br /&gt;Well, if that's love&lt;br /&gt;It comes at much too high a cost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd sooner buy&lt;br /&gt;Defying gravity&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I'm defying gravity&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll try&lt;br /&gt;Defying gravity&lt;br /&gt;And you wont bring me down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd sooner buy&lt;br /&gt;Defying gravity&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I'm defying gravity&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll try&lt;br /&gt;Defying gravity&lt;br /&gt;And never bring me down!&lt;br /&gt;bring me down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;defying gravity - Glee soundtrack.&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/37282148-9126984354560704025?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9126984354560704025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=9126984354560704025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/9126984354560704025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/9126984354560704025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/s-omething-has-changed-within-me.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-5490883209547248053</id><published>2009-11-22T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T01:29:48.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yayy. okay finally gonna post up the whole 'letter' song...hopefully it'll cheer someone up. (:&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if i wrote you a letter, would you open it?&lt;br /&gt;if i sent you an email, would you delete it?&lt;br /&gt;will it be too little too late, to resolve all this spiteful hate?&lt;br /&gt;if i wrote you a letter, would you read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were the only one who loved me for me&lt;br /&gt;and was always happy to just let things be&lt;br /&gt;would you forever strike me off your list&lt;br /&gt;and just leave what we had behind like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd had my heart broken too many times before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and so i tried to stop it happening again&lt;br /&gt;but i closed up my heart in vain, for&lt;br /&gt;when your heart broke mine broke too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for all the things i've done to you&lt;br /&gt;if you never forgive me i'd understand that&lt;br /&gt;but i really loved the time we had too&lt;br /&gt;and all the good times i hope you won't forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i'll ask you one last thing,&lt;br /&gt;if i send you this letter&lt;br /&gt;will it end up burning,&lt;br /&gt;or will it make things better?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;haha. okay. right.&lt;br /&gt;oh did i tell you yet. i'm sick. or at least i was, yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;me my dad, my aunts and my uncle all got sick.&lt;br /&gt;we think we all got the bug from my grandma who was puking and diarrhea-ing the whole day on saturday, poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;and we all visited her on that day. sooo. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;but the doctor thinks it's food related. our suspects: the kangkong and ice. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i was working at my aunt's office on monday, and ate some horrible fish porridge for lunch, which probably set off the bug. stupid stall. still charge me 3.50. waste my money.&lt;br /&gt;so i threw up at like...4, and got sent back by uncle andrew. i slept until 6, sickeningly feverish. i mean, usually when you're feverish you're either burning hot or freezing cold right? i was not so hot and not so cold at the same time. which is way more torturous, i swear. then i threw up again at 6, and had dairrhea at like, 6.15. then my mom insisted on bringing me and my dad to the doc, so we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got my butt injected. i swear, it hurts. i think all the fats was like blocking the thingy from going in or smt. -.- i mean, the doc said the liquid would hurt, but it REALLY hurt. okay maybe i really do just have a low pain tolerance. anw, i'm wayyyy better now. after we went to the doc i didn't puke or have diarrhea anymore. just slept it off and had 2 more panadols. oh and banana walnut bread and 100plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear, 100 plus is the best thing to drink when you're puking or having diarrhea. cos when you're puking, even water tastes gross, which makes you puke more. but 100 plus is fine for me. (: yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'll have to go back to work tmr and finish up what i left over, like 2 and a half more stacks of crazy stuff to file. omg. and then on thurs i'll collect my instrument, and then...YAY. hahahaha. right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wait. actually it's NOT yay. cos then after i collect my instru...i have to do freaking english assessment books that my mom bought. ridiculous right??? gah. okay. fine. i'm gonna continue my csi now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh did i mention, i can't have ice, or anything that's cold. not even cold water. GAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-5490883209547248053?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5490883209547248053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=5490883209547248053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/5490883209547248053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/5490883209547248053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/yayy.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-1522382054547498954</id><published>2009-11-08T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T23:37:37.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ello! gotta new great work by Justin Kwik! hahaha. it's about sparrows(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two little sparrows,&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on a tree&lt;br /&gt;One was a her and the other was a he&lt;br /&gt;One day she got bored and flew off with ease&lt;br /&gt;And he just sat there, waiting patiently&lt;br /&gt;When she got back, he smiled with open arms;&lt;br /&gt;But frowned when he saw another wasn't far&lt;br /&gt;A largish crow, whom also large in fees,&lt;br /&gt;For days that went by, the Crow played and she teased&lt;br /&gt;While the little male sparrow sat, tortured silently&lt;br /&gt;Slowly the sparrow, he fell from his grace&lt;br /&gt;And flew away, crushed, away from her face&lt;br /&gt;But she didn't notice, for all she could see,&lt;br /&gt;Was the coy crow, demanding and shiny&lt;br /&gt;Soon after that, three babies she conceived;&lt;br /&gt;But our Crow couldn't stand being held down you see&lt;br /&gt;And too late, she found her epiphany;&lt;br /&gt;He quickly packed up and flew off with ease,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving one little sparrow,&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personally i think it's similar to the first one, just that this one is shorter and about sparrows. hahaha. but it's nice all the same. (: rock on, Justin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-1522382054547498954?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1522382054547498954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=1522382054547498954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/1522382054547498954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/1522382054547498954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/ello-gotta-new-great-work-by-justin.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-5108451082765543440</id><published>2009-11-06T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T07:15:05.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg omg omg. i just saw this on fb, it's by one of alex's friends. it's DAMM NICE. omg. if i could write something like this....omg i don't even wanna dream of it. hahaha. okay enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was a girl, and a boy&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of their ployT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here once was a boy, and a girl,&lt;br /&gt;And if one was to compare&lt;br /&gt;The girl, smooth like a pearl&lt;br /&gt;And the boy, with not much to fare.&lt;br /&gt;They knew each other from birth&lt;br /&gt;And between them, there was no mirth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time moved on, so did the pair,&lt;br /&gt;Relationships no better the wear&lt;br /&gt;And though with new friends, the boy still did care&lt;br /&gt;For that tiny little spark, that flare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As youth passed them by,&lt;br /&gt;And innocence's goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;Oh, damn how time flies&lt;br /&gt;Where love had a place,&lt;br /&gt;Angst had replaced&lt;br /&gt;And now the pair,&lt;br /&gt;Just traded stares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both, so troubled, and lonely&lt;br /&gt;Both wanted to salvage what was left&lt;br /&gt;But both, could only stare, so stony&lt;br /&gt;Angst, had committed, it's theft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl, had other things, in mind&lt;br /&gt;Instead of solving it, she ran away&lt;br /&gt;She ran, for a rich suitor, to find&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing she'd always stay&lt;br /&gt;In the boy's heart and soul,&lt;br /&gt;Every day, in every way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here, comes the despair&lt;br /&gt;The tragic moment where&lt;br /&gt;The boy founds out that she&lt;br /&gt;Has found herself a wed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the wedding day&lt;br /&gt;After all the guests, had gone away&lt;br /&gt;The boy, he chose to stay&lt;br /&gt;So the girl, could hear him say&lt;br /&gt;"You've always been special to my heart too, and&lt;br /&gt;I love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was too late&lt;br /&gt;She was wed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to several years later&lt;br /&gt;The girl, is now a creator&lt;br /&gt;A mother; Her mate, a celebrator&lt;br /&gt;But inside, her heart, serrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wonders if chose the right guy&lt;br /&gt;Not just anyone from under the sky&lt;br /&gt;She wonders what's left of the boy&lt;br /&gt;And all that's left of their ploy&lt;br /&gt;For deep within the recess of her heart&lt;br /&gt;She knows that, they'll never part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did happen, to the boy?&lt;br /&gt;Did he find any joy?&lt;br /&gt;The answer is no, for right from the start&lt;br /&gt;He knew, that they'll never part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward again, to later that year,&lt;br /&gt;And zoom in, focus on the girl&lt;br /&gt;Who still sometimes sheds a tear,&lt;br /&gt;Though shiny and smooth like a pearl,&lt;br /&gt;She still has her doubts and her fears,&lt;br /&gt;Of letting her first pair unfurl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With doubt on her mind,&lt;br /&gt;She drove home, into the gloom&lt;br /&gt;But fate was unkind, and so was the time&lt;br /&gt;And in the dark, she found, her tomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word of her crash&lt;br /&gt;Made quite big a splash&lt;br /&gt;On the head of the local news&lt;br /&gt;But no one could fathom&lt;br /&gt;What, as you would imagine,&lt;br /&gt;The pain, the boy, now knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the funeral procession,&lt;br /&gt;With everyone dressed in black&lt;br /&gt;The boy arrived just in time,&lt;br /&gt;To see everyone going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he approached the grave,&lt;br /&gt;To pay, his final respects&lt;br /&gt;Her husband, approached him and said&lt;br /&gt;"She wanted you to have this,"&lt;br /&gt;Pulled out and handed a letter,&lt;br /&gt;As he walked away and wept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy, opened it up&lt;br /&gt;And could tell, that this letter in bold&lt;br /&gt;Was handwritten by the girl herself,&lt;br /&gt;And it was withering, old.&lt;br /&gt;On it the date, it said&lt;br /&gt;Counted back to when they were 12&lt;br /&gt;And it's cursive, black words, they read&lt;br /&gt;"Just know, that among everything else,&lt;br /&gt;You've always be special to my heart too, and,&lt;br /&gt;I love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was too late&lt;br /&gt;She was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg it's damm nice right??? okay. he's called Justin Kwik. yeah. cool name. hahaha. hope you enjoyed that. byeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-5108451082765543440?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5108451082765543440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=5108451082765543440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/5108451082765543440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/5108451082765543440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/omg-omg-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-5355290318291112394</id><published>2009-10-31T07:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T08:00:06.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"when you decide that you want to do well, you already have."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Mr. Wong YH, conductor of STCBand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. i think that was one of the most inspiring things that he said to us on thursday when we had band and we listened to all the jap bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. i feel so super fat and bloated now omg. just got back from a super big and fattening dinner celebrating my mom's birthday...i couldn't even finish my food for once.&lt;br /&gt;my bro thought i was on drugs cos 1. i asked my dad to eat my food, 2. i was actually completely full before finishing. ahahaha. so rubbish right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i'm super tired today... woke up at 9 and then 10 again, then went out to yx house for an hour or so. then after that came back, ate a late lunch and went for tuiton at 4. after tuition i went for dinner and just got back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and my aunt still thinks that kaiwen is my boyfriend. like wth. -.- hahaha. he's just a friend. i think they actually WANT me to have a bf, they keep saying every single guy i mention is my bf. like so crap right. hahaha. if i do get a bf i'd pity him cos he's be scrutinized (if that's how you spell it) by my whole family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay. i'm gonna go rest now. good luck to all sec 4s taking ss and chem on monday!! jiayou!!&lt;br /&gt;buhbyee&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-439368137368250655</id><published>2009-10-28T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T03:27:01.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"life is what happens when you're busy making other plans."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-John Lennon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. just randomly came across that and decided to put it up.&lt;br /&gt;went to watch love happens with my dad&lt;br /&gt;lols. yes, a romantic movie with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;he had free tickets(:&lt;br /&gt;and anw, love happens is a MUST WATCH SHOW.&lt;br /&gt;it's DAMM touching&lt;br /&gt;but only in like the last quarter of the show.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;but overall it's still damm good.&lt;br /&gt;(: love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm like getting all the songs from the movie into my ipod now lols.&lt;br /&gt;sooo. yeah just wanted to post randomly. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;byeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-439368137368250655?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/439368137368250655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=439368137368250655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/439368137368250655'/><link 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duh. -.-&lt;br /&gt;sooo. i'll just show like one part of it.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm adding on to it though. soooo. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;it's probably gonna be called 'letter'. probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i wrote you a letter, would you open it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i sent you an email, would you delete it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;will it be too little too late to resolve all this spiteful hate?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i sent you a letter, would you read it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andddd i'm too tired. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;band's starting again. yay!! (:&lt;br /&gt;my playing still sucks though.&lt;br /&gt;i really miss horn. ):&lt;br /&gt;but i'll keep trying. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aelis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-5204606253478507726?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5204606253478507726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=5204606253478507726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/5204606253478507726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/5204606253478507726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/okayyyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-1062387790080454370</id><published>2009-09-08T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T02:31:38.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm not nearly as poetic as i need to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;to express, explain or demonstrate what you mean to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;you're a golden ocean on a shore of bright white sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;i could feel your waves around me take me by the hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;here on the sand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;i'll wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;'til forever is through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;whether or not you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;i'll be lovin' you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;i'll wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt; 'til forever is through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt; whether or not you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt; i'll be lovin' you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;in a complicated world you bring simplicity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;cos when everybody's talkin' you're just listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;i've dreamed a thousand dreams and still nothing compares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;to the feeling that you give me while you're standing here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;i don't care if it's fair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;i'll wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt; 'til forever is through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt; whether or not you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt; i'll be lovin' you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt; i'll wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  'til forever is through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  whether or not you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  i'll be lovin' you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;i'll be loving you yeah... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;-"whether or not" by Gabe Bondoc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i have sag hair. officially. faints.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. patricia teoh! this is your fault, girl.&lt;br /&gt;still say 'duh i know you'll look good with bangs, i'm your junior!'&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha. see 不听老人言，吃亏在眼前！！&lt;br /&gt;except that...this time the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;老人 is the one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;吃亏ing.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. okay retarded. no wonder i get c5 for chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. my hair keeps poking my eye can! wth.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;it looked so nice in the stupid picture.&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like one of those puppy dogs whose fur keeps hanging over their eyes...&lt;br /&gt;and they have to keep shaking their heads to get it out of their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;okay i'll shut up now.&lt;br /&gt;rawr.&lt;br /&gt;okay just wanted to post about my hair. hahaha. okay.&lt;br /&gt;buhbyeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-aelis&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/37282148-1062387790080454370?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1062387790080454370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=1062387790080454370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/1062387790080454370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/1062387790080454370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-not-nearly-as-poetic-as-i-need-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-722808767925479608</id><published>2009-08-02T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T22:18:02.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhhhhhhhhhhh! i'm like -wait how do you spell quarrantine?- ah. quarantine. right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHH! I'M QUARANTINED AT HOME!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! at like the worst possible time to be quarantined.&lt;br /&gt;-you know...i'm pretty sure quarantine has double letters...hmm...-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. my stupid &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CA2&lt;/span&gt; is like in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ONE WEEK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;national day rehersal thingy&lt;/span&gt; is like on &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and i have &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;band prac&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2.4 &lt;/span&gt;is on &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! STUPID HINI!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm acutally completely okay, except for the fact that i can't talk. ):&lt;br /&gt;BUT WHO CARES I WANNA GO TO SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;-omg i never thought i'd hear(/see) myself say that-&lt;br /&gt;rawr. stupid hini.&lt;br /&gt;but anw, i'm gonna use these 3 days of STUPID quarantine to mug like mad.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i'll be able to pass.&lt;br /&gt;the class i'm saddest about missing? bio. definitely.&lt;br /&gt;gahhh. bio is like the worst class to miss cos she talks SO MUCH and you have to write down like EVERYTHING or you'll miss out smt important. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;but bio is super fun. plus my seat is like the windiest (windy-est?) so it sooo rocks. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawr. stupid hini.&lt;br /&gt;i hate talking pills okay. the stupid panadol that the doctor gave me is so super BIG that everytime i swallow it at least one gets stuck.  -.-&lt;br /&gt;and i have to take two. -.-&lt;br /&gt;please la, i have a cough and sore throat, which means my throat is inflammed and swollen, which means that it's HARD to swollow HUGE pills. helloooooo?&lt;br /&gt;but the doc was quite nice la. hahaha. it's just the stupid pills.&lt;br /&gt;okay i have to go take my drugs now (heh heh)&lt;br /&gt;ttfn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-aelis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-722808767925479608?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/722808767925479608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=722808767925479608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/722808767925479608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/722808767925479608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/ahhhhhhhhhhhh-im-like-wait-how-do-you.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-4950518451412033672</id><published>2009-07-26T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T05:53:56.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;don't you know how much it hurts me&lt;br /&gt;when i see you sad but can't do anything?&lt;br /&gt;when i know there's something wrong but you won't tell me what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said it before, and i'll say it again.&lt;br /&gt;you're my life, my everything.&lt;br /&gt;please, don't keep in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if i'm further now.&lt;br /&gt;i'm always forever here for each and every one of you&lt;br /&gt;no matter how big the thing is,&lt;br /&gt;how impossible it may be for anyone to solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i can even do a single bit to help,&lt;br /&gt;or even if i can't do anything,&lt;br /&gt;when you say everything out,&lt;br /&gt;at least you'll be able to pass on&lt;br /&gt;some of the sadness&lt;br /&gt;some of the hurt&lt;br /&gt;some of the anger&lt;br /&gt;on to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you won't be hurting so much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i don't care if it hurts me too,&lt;br /&gt;as long as you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you feel hurt, i don't care if i feel twice the pain, as long as you're okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;when you cry, i go crazy inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and for you to smile again, that's all i need.&lt;br /&gt;so please, talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;don't keep it in, whatever you do.&lt;br /&gt;even if you don't wanna pull me down or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;tell someone.&lt;br /&gt;your pillow, your teddy.&lt;br /&gt;even the wall if you have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you all so much.&lt;br /&gt;i love you all okay, no matter what happens.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll never ever leave your sides.&lt;br /&gt;each and every one of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-aelis&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/37282148-4950518451412033672?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4950518451412033672/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-4138412008823513256</id><published>2009-07-20T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T07:33:06.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;POSTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;A!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;SONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;YOUTUBE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay the audio was kinda bad and the front part was shaky but still. OMG! and it has 6 views so far. ahahaha. okay i sound so crazy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, go to youtube, search: showstopper - [aelisoriginal]&lt;br /&gt;and please please please comment(:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;so high now.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm about to become super brain dead cos i have SS to do!!!&lt;br /&gt;again!!!&lt;br /&gt;gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i shall shut up now. please please please please please go listen to my song.&lt;br /&gt;i'm singing it at my grandparent's 70th wedding anniversary on the 2nd of august(:&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and also now i'm a trumpeter.&lt;br /&gt;actually, i'm a french hornist who plays trumpet. hahahaha. right.&lt;br /&gt;okay. trumpet is like, hard yo.&lt;br /&gt;i miss my horn... ):&lt;br /&gt;oh well. but at least once i can manage trumpet then horn high notes will be like...nothing.&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha. and trumpet sound is quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;but not as nice as horn.&lt;br /&gt;horn is like, grand, round, warm, nice(:&lt;br /&gt;trumpet is...more fanfare, loud. hahahaha. but it's nice too.&lt;br /&gt;but SUPER TIRING OMG.&lt;br /&gt;and the mouthpiece is like, ridiculously heavy.&lt;br /&gt;one trumpet mouthpiece is like = weight of 2 horn mouthpieces.&lt;br /&gt;or more. hahahaha. okay correction:&lt;br /&gt;weight of 1 trumpet mouthpiece &gt; weight of 2 horn mouthpieces.&lt;br /&gt;YEA(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. okay really retarded now.&lt;br /&gt;have to do go SS omg. it's 10.31.&lt;br /&gt;hehe tmr i'm bringing my recess in the harry potter popcorn 'bowl'/'cauldron'&lt;br /&gt;LOL. i'm gonna look so dumb omg. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;ttfn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s I WANT BUTTON BADGES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s I WANT M&amp;amp;MS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-4138412008823513256?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4138412008823513256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=4138412008823513256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/4138412008823513256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/4138412008823513256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-2546584435770625946</id><published>2009-07-14T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T08:44:30.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Showstopper / Hooked on You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;boy, you're one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;you stopped me in my tracks&lt;br /&gt;now you're on my mind&lt;br /&gt;and you've got me in a wreck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[link]&lt;br /&gt;with a wink and a smile&lt;br /&gt;i was hooked on you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus 1]&lt;br /&gt;'cos you're a, showstopper&lt;br /&gt;you're always on my mind&lt;br /&gt;in the car, in the shower&lt;br /&gt;all the time...&lt;br /&gt;'cos you're a, showstopper&lt;br /&gt;doing what you do&lt;br /&gt;you're a MTV rocker&lt;br /&gt;and i'm all for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;baby, you got my head spinning&lt;br /&gt;you got me in a daze&lt;br /&gt;ooh that flying feeling&lt;br /&gt;this ain't just a passing craze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[link]&lt;br /&gt;with a wink and a smile&lt;br /&gt;i was hooked on you...yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus 2]&lt;br /&gt;'cos you're a, showstopper&lt;br /&gt;you take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;you're a perfect lover&lt;br /&gt;in every way&lt;br /&gt;'cos you're a, showstopper&lt;br /&gt;you're burning up the stage&lt;br /&gt;not another teeny-bopper&lt;br /&gt;you're all the rage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Aelis&lt;br /&gt;(yes, it's copyrighted. credit me please, or HANDS OFF.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGE THANKS TO:&lt;br /&gt;AJ RAFAEL - If I Had You / (Showstopper)&lt;br /&gt;i love AJ, seriously. sexaye voice, totally. and of course, his songs rock. my fav ever: I Just Want You. (: thanks AJ. no ripping / copying / copyright infringement intended. just really love his songs and was inspired by it.&lt;br /&gt;PARVEEN GUPTA - When You're 15&lt;br /&gt;love you babe, like half these lyrics are thanks to you, if not i'll still be stuck with half a chorus and one verse(: hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-2546584435770625946?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2546584435770625946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=2546584435770625946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/2546584435770625946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/2546584435770625946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/showstopper-hooked-on-you-verse-1-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-52516495625349710</id><published>2009-07-06T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T06:09:56.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What day is it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And in what month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; This clock never seemed so alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can’t keep up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I can’t back down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I’ve been losing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So much time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All of the things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That I want to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just aren’t coming out right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm tripping on words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My head is spinning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I don’t know where to go from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With nothing to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nothing to prove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-lyrics from 'you and me' by Lifehouse.&lt;br /&gt;i edited the line 'you got my head spinning' cos...well. i'm not talking about a person. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like watching some horror movie...and freaking myself out. but there's school tmr. damm. ):&lt;br /&gt;i want ayg to continue forever. i loved my job, seriously. i mean, yeah it's slack 80% of the time, then during the 20% we're rushing like mad. but i still love it. i wanna do it for YOG next yr, but i bet they'll get pros from like poly or wherever who actually study IT to do it. and plus, my Os.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reeeeeeally don't wanna go back to school. gah.&lt;br /&gt;but i really miss band. stupid hini. i'd rather have band 24/7 than school for 6/5.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired...and my stupid idiot cousin messed up my ipod, so it keeps flashing red, which is not good. and i'm too tired to even get up to go get it so i can charge it. i'll do it later.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm just really tired. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read in a book...nothing is forever. (sorry, being random here)&lt;br /&gt;so it's like, if something really really good is happening, it won't last, and sometime the fun will end.&lt;br /&gt;and also if something really really bad is happening, it won't last either, and it's gonna work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, like since it's already rock bottom, the only place you can go from here is up, right?&lt;br /&gt;everything will work out somehow. this is probably a blessing in disguise, something that you'll look back at 5 years down the road and say, 'i'm so glad that happened to me, if not i'd never be where i am now.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay signing off now.&lt;br /&gt;dying slowly, dreading school.&lt;br /&gt;-aelis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-52516495625349710?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-8978074474063457999</id><published>2009-05-25T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T08:12:54.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why is it that i can want others to be passionate about smt that i alrd am passionate about,&lt;br /&gt;but yet i myself cannot be passionate for something that i am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that i can drag myself out of bed at 5am for one thing,&lt;br /&gt;but fling my alarm away at 7.50am for another?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that i can keep asking and asking,&lt;br /&gt;but never really know exactly why i am doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that i can talk about other's bad attitudes,&lt;br /&gt;while i despise my own everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that i must have some kind of result to feel that smt has happened,&lt;br /&gt;when the whole idea of faith is to believe in things that will happen, instead of things that already have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that i can remember all the unimportant, meaningless things,&lt;br /&gt;but the things that hold the most value i always forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"when you judge a person, first walk a mile in their shoes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"then when you do, you'll be a mile away, and you have their shoes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confused and unsure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-8978074474063457999?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8978074474063457999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=8978074474063457999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/8978074474063457999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/8978074474063457999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-is-it-that-i-can-want-others-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YAYYYYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;YYYYYYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;YYYYYYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;YYYYYYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;YYYYYYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;YYYYYYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;YYYYYYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i was bored. but hey. i'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; okay(:&lt;br /&gt;and i got &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;70&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;FO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;R E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;NG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;LI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;SH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ahahah! i didn't even realize there was 14 letters there. okay. i rock(:&lt;br /&gt;but my chi like, deproved. by 2 marks...?&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i got 66 for CA1, but 64 for SA1. ):&lt;br /&gt;okay i must jiayou for chi !!!!&lt;br /&gt;though i'm like skipping tuition this fri...&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. i probably failed phy...&lt;br /&gt;i got 30.5 for section B and C combined...&lt;br /&gt;so i need 20/30 for MCQ to get 50 and pass.&lt;br /&gt;which i doubt i did.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;but oh well. there's still hope.&lt;br /&gt;i'm praying for a miracle(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, little miss hopeful, that's me.&lt;br /&gt;-pukes-&lt;br /&gt;right. okay. i'm bored, really.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to announce my marks to whoever still bothers to come to my blog.&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr we're checking like everything else. pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;sooo. i hope it goes well.&lt;br /&gt;(: my L1R5 is screwed alrd anyway...&lt;br /&gt;so now the target isn't even As, it's like passing.&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully another miracle will happen, like it did for amaths.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay ttfn!&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-6226985205017271258?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6226985205017271258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=6226985205017271258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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alrd!!&lt;br /&gt;gah. i'm going mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the most depressing thing is that...i've been doing the longman book, which isn't hard at all...and when it came to the chapter test, i got stuck at qn 1. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not my fault they did what shit pyth thm right. jeez.&lt;br /&gt;it's coordinate geometry, not pyth thm.&lt;br /&gt;okay. math geek now. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i just felt like blogging. right.&lt;br /&gt;i hope j gets better soon...&lt;br /&gt;so alex won't be so sad anymore.&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda freaky, i mean like&lt;br /&gt;your best friend just suddenly isn't there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;all of a sudden you don't have anyone you can really talk to&lt;br /&gt;and it isn't even his fault, or yours.&lt;br /&gt;but you'll always keep asking&lt;br /&gt;'what if i'd done this'&lt;br /&gt;'why didn't i do that while i still could'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyy. i'm going all weird now.&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going out for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;ttyl.&lt;br /&gt;see ya soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-7600398169045520118?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7600398169045520118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=7600398169045520118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/7600398169045520118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/7600398169045520118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/okay-i-know-i-should-be-studying-but.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-8489992138180519754</id><published>2009-04-26T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T01:45:11.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it hurts. gah.&lt;br /&gt;ow. ow. ow. ow.&lt;br /&gt;it sucks being a girl. sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;gah.&lt;br /&gt;STOP HURTING DAMMIT!&lt;br /&gt;okay. gah. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys are dumb. and irritating.&lt;br /&gt;really. gah.&lt;br /&gt;they're a pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;almost as much as my bloody (no, really) uterus hurts.&lt;br /&gt;gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need someone to kick my ass.&lt;br /&gt;seriously. it's like SA1 alrd...&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still not doing hw...&lt;br /&gt;still not studying AT ALL&lt;br /&gt;and still leaving all my books in sch.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so gonna fail.&lt;br /&gt;and my books and notes and all the shit in my file is in a mess.&lt;br /&gt;smts wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm usually a neat freak when it comes to my file.&lt;br /&gt;but now it's like oh whatever just stick it in.&lt;br /&gt;gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm dyingggggggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;i thought people who exercised didn't get as bad cramps.&lt;br /&gt;i've been cycling for the past 3 plus weeks.&lt;br /&gt;but this is like one of the worst ever.&lt;br /&gt;gah. okay for any guys reading this it's probably grossing you out.&lt;br /&gt;sorry. it's not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;you try having a freaking uterus that sheds it's stupid lining by contracting horribly painfully every single month.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i was thinking of smt funny earlier on but now i can't rmb what it is.&lt;br /&gt;damm. okay. right. i'm dying.&lt;br /&gt;i need to play my horn.&lt;br /&gt;soon.&lt;br /&gt;or i'll go mad.&lt;br /&gt;gah.&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah whatever.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-8489992138180519754?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8489992138180519754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=8489992138180519754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/8489992138180519754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/8489992138180519754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-5556063445632487358</id><published>2009-04-17T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T07:50:41.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GAH!!!! OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i'm SO super pissed now can!!!!! gah!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i HATE stupid AHLIANS!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;if singapore were like more angmonized, AHLIANS would be DUMB BLONDES!!!&lt;br /&gt;simply put, (for any stupid ahlians reading this,) AHLIANS ARE THE ASIAN EQUIVALENT TO DUMB, BIMBOTIC AIRHEADS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: MAJOR BITCHING SESSION AHEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i think if someone poured water on my head now steam would come out.&lt;br /&gt;it's SO freaking IRRITATING OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;i'll tell you the whole story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went for amaths class right. and i usually sit like at the back. and on my right there are 3 empty seats. usually 2 girls will sit there with an empty table between us, and i don't mind COS I NEED MY SPACE OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. today this STUPID AHLIAN GIRL (SAG) came in, then cos today there were alot of make-up lesson students so the class was like pretty full. then the SAG was SO FREAKING DUMB that she didn't see the HUGE EMPTY SEAT NEXT TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;so of course, all STUPID AHLIANS always act cool or act cute, so she leaned against the open door and stared. like at nothing. seriously, it doens't help if you actually LOOK dumb on top of BEING dumb.&lt;br /&gt;and then when the teacher walked in SAG was like "CHER!! NO SEAT!!" then the teacher was like there lo! and pointed. -.- and she was like 'ohhhh.' and then acted all like 'oh so paiseh -giggles-' and walked in the usual SAG way, like some drunken idiot to the seat. then cos she had a whole STACK of tuition ws, and some bagbag thing with a yellow carebear on it...&lt;br /&gt;AND SHE TOTALLY WHACKED MY HEAD WITH IT CAN. REDARDED EH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this was even before lesson STARTED. it gets worse.&lt;br /&gt;then she THREW the stack of ws on the table, which like splayed all over the place, WITH A LOUD PIAK SOUND. like wtf la. then she sits down and does her whatever stupid ahlian stuff.&lt;br /&gt;then lesson time right....WA LAO EH!!! HER LEG SPASM LIKE SHIT MAN.&lt;br /&gt;WORSE THAN ME OKAY. she SHAKE so much until the WHOLE TABLE SHAKING and she STILL KEEP SHAKING!!!!! OMGGGGGGG. i wanted to SLAP her okay!!! then go 'oops, hand spam.'&lt;br /&gt;WTF LA. IT'S SO DAMM IRRITATING CAN!!!!! OMG. then okay la she want shake leg i ignore lo. then it's like she kept taking out her huge UGLY LG phone (no offence to LG but it was pretty ugly) and kept STARING at HERSELF in the dark screen. -.- jeez...get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and the shake leg thing, in the middle of class, she was SHAKING away...&lt;br /&gt;and i think her slippers were like rubbing against the table leg or smt...&lt;br /&gt;so got that freak irritating squeaking noise.&lt;br /&gt;AND SHE STILL CONTINUED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;FOR LIKE 5 FREAKING MINUTES!!!&lt;br /&gt;until someone asked, what's that noise?&lt;br /&gt;then she stopped and everyone laughed and looked at the back.&lt;br /&gt;and cos i sit next to her so they looked at me too..&lt;br /&gt;and YOU KNOW WHAT THAT STUPID BEOTCH DID???&lt;br /&gt;SHE GLARED AT ME OKAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;LIKE IT'S MY FAULT THAT HER STUPID LEG SHAKING MADE THAT STUPID NOISE?!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;GAH!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then it's like there's this guy clique of 4...they're like the few normal looking ones in the class.&lt;br /&gt;and i dunno why they keep noticing me. -.-&lt;br /&gt;like first lesson (cos they know the teacher for like very long, and she's nice) then they were talking about something...then she was like 'which one? is it the one behind, four seats in...'&lt;br /&gt;then i looked to my right and was like...one...two...three...me. wth.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever la. i mean yeah i admit he's good looking but so not interested, please.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway. that guy she was talking to has this friend, he's like...more mature-ish?&lt;br /&gt;as in he looks older la...and it's obvious he's like the da ge da.&lt;br /&gt;and it's like today the two of them were like turning around and looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;-.- retardedness.&lt;br /&gt;and the STUPID AHLIAN thought they were looking at her.&lt;br /&gt;so DUH, she started combing her hair...and taking off her specs and putting it back on....&lt;br /&gt;OMG SHE WAS LIKE ZHILIAN-ING INTO HER PHONE OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;omg, freak much?&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying people who zhilian are freaks okay. i know alot of normal people who take pictures of themselves, they just don't give stupid ahlian faces while doing it.&lt;br /&gt;and it's like she kept combing her stupid rebonded hair onto me...&lt;br /&gt;it's so gross okay.&lt;br /&gt;and cos her hair is like long-ish and was half covering her face...&lt;br /&gt;so everytime she combed it she looked like some horror movie ghost.&lt;br /&gt;I'M SERIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and cos she kept checking her reflection...&lt;br /&gt;and obviously got carried away (-.-)&lt;br /&gt;so she started doing stupid ahlian zhilian facial poses and SMILING to HERSELF.&lt;br /&gt;like omg freaky. i thought she was possesed for a moment...&lt;br /&gt;cos she was like 'pouting' trying to look cute, and staring at her face,&lt;br /&gt;then she kinda glanced over and i saw her face and i was like&lt;br /&gt;OMFG POSSESED GHOST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;really. i almost fell out of my chair.&lt;br /&gt;it's so gross okay. like pouting, and the stupid squeeze lips thing...&lt;br /&gt;gah. and it's like even when she was packing up she managed to whack me AGAIN with her stupid stack of ws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw like..english, maths and i think science. she's REALLY dumb to need so much tuition. like wth. english tuition?&lt;br /&gt;"come students let's read this story...then let's do this compre..."&lt;br /&gt;wth. just talk english. reading helps, but then again i bet "my head hurts cos there are too many words...sobssobs whorxxxxxxx.'&lt;br /&gt;-pukes-&lt;br /&gt;gah. then when she walked out she like PURPOSELY suddenly walked faster and walked in front of me before i went down the stairs. so all the way down 4 flights of stairs i was stuck behind the SAG with her shit loud slapping. as in her slippers were slapping.&lt;br /&gt;it IS possible no NOT make THAT MUCH NOISE YOU KNOW YOU STUPID AHLIAN BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;so damm noisy okay, and cos it's enclosed, so echo...and i almost went deaf. -.-&lt;br /&gt;stupid bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever. i'm praying that she was here for make-up lesson....&lt;br /&gt;if she's a new student...i'm going to take a freaking pencil...and SHOVE IT UP HER STUPID EYE OKAY. gah.&lt;br /&gt;SEE LA NOW SHE'S MAKING ME FREAKING VIOLENT. WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay really pissed off now.&lt;br /&gt;night.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-5556063445632487358?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5556063445632487358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=5556063445632487358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/5556063445632487358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/5556063445632487358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/gah-omg-im-so-super-pissed-now-can-gah.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-5706306462607024145</id><published>2009-04-10T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:27:01.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ytd went out with ALEXIS and LAOREN(:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. laoren is really retarded okay.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;but i'll start at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was SO RUDELY AWOKEN at 7.00 AM IN THE MORNING&lt;br /&gt;(ON A PUBLIC HOLIDAY, MIND YOU!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;to go with my CRAZY family for QINGMING!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;faints right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah. so went qingming...&lt;br /&gt;omg. so irritating okay.&lt;br /&gt;the first place we went..&lt;br /&gt;my great great grandparents...&lt;br /&gt;then cos it was a...place you keep ashes.&lt;br /&gt;(I FORGOT OKAY.)&lt;br /&gt;and they were like all the way at the top.&lt;br /&gt;(no offence to my ancestors, i'm complaining about the ones still...um...here.)&lt;br /&gt;so we had to clean them right?&lt;br /&gt;and because i'm the youngest (and 2nd lightest after my MUM)&lt;br /&gt;they wanted to carry me up to clean them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds easy right?&lt;br /&gt;NO IT'S NOT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;not when you're ME and have a HUGO BIGO MUCHO FREAKY FEAR OF HEIGHTS!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;which obviously my family didn't care about.&lt;br /&gt;and they were like 'aiya just do la...' 'what do you think you were brought along for?'&lt;br /&gt;-.-  yeah...thanks.&lt;br /&gt;so i climbed up on the stairs thingy...then i was supposed to stand on my bro's shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;no.1: if i had, his shoulders would have like freaking BROKEN.&lt;br /&gt;no.2: his shoulders are like so freaking small i would have like SLIPPED and FALLEN OFF.&lt;br /&gt;and no. 3: THERE WAS NO FREAKING THING TO HOLD ON TO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in the end i sat on his shoulders and just cleaned my ancestors.&lt;br /&gt;after that i just sat in the corner and waited.&lt;br /&gt;fuming and still shaking, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;but the rest of the day was quite okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandpa is so cute. (my dad's side)&lt;br /&gt;we went to visit him...&lt;br /&gt;then you know you have to like ask for permission to go...if they're done right?&lt;br /&gt;so when i asked, he was like no.&lt;br /&gt;so i sat there...and waited.&lt;br /&gt;then my cousin (blythe) tried, and she wasn't allowed either.&lt;br /&gt;so we kept trying right...&lt;br /&gt;taking turns.&lt;br /&gt;but it's always no&lt;br /&gt;and mine is always heads up...&lt;br /&gt;hers always tails up.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha. now the funny bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we said okay we throw one each..maybe can.&lt;br /&gt;so we threw.&lt;br /&gt;and it's still no.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;so we just sat there and accompanied him.&lt;br /&gt;the rest of my family was ok to go btw...except me, blythe and sean korkor(:&lt;br /&gt;then after a while blythe tried again and she was okay.&lt;br /&gt;so i tried.&lt;br /&gt;and i was like thinking "um ahgong...i need to go now...so um please can i go?"&lt;br /&gt;and i was thinking of the movie at 1.55 i was supposed to catch with laoren and alex.&lt;br /&gt;and he said no.&lt;br /&gt;so tried again, and was like "okay ahgong i don't care about alex and laoren alrd...please just give me your blessing"&lt;br /&gt;and he said yes. (:&lt;br /&gt;cute right?&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i have the cutest grandparents ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah!!! and the bus we hired to go qingming...was an ACS(J) bus. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;i totally cracked up when i saw.&lt;br /&gt;and another random funny thing....&lt;br /&gt;cos we brought packet drinks right. and put them in the freezer the night before so it'll be as cold as it can be after melting in the hot sun.&lt;br /&gt;but when we drank the green tea...it was like ice.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;and spent 2 hours melting the green tea.&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that went back to my grandma's (dad's mum) house, showered and went out.&lt;br /&gt;met laoren and alex at Forever21.&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to see laoren in a SEXAYE dress...&lt;br /&gt;but the stupid traffic outside took so super long. -.-&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;but it was okay la.&lt;br /&gt;then we walked around being retarded...&lt;br /&gt;trying to look for a skirt for alex.&lt;br /&gt;COS SHE HAS NO SKIRTS.&lt;br /&gt;but didn't find one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i changed from jeans to shorts cos laoren and alex were wearing shorts...&lt;br /&gt;and they colour coordinated with GREEN and didn't tell me okay!!!!&lt;br /&gt;gah.&lt;br /&gt;but it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;i love my class tee&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to watch FAST &amp;amp; FURIOUS 44444444444!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i love fast cars okay. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha. can tell alex and laoren didn't really enjoy it that much but okay.&lt;br /&gt;then we went out...and went to TOYS-R-US.&lt;br /&gt;and....&lt;br /&gt;LAOREN GOT LOST.&lt;br /&gt;really okay.&lt;br /&gt;me and alex and laoren were just walking walking...&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly me and alex were like.&lt;br /&gt;"WHERE'S LAOREN?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;then we ran around looking&lt;br /&gt;and i was calling 'LAOREN!! LAOREN!!!'&lt;br /&gt;for like...5 mins.&lt;br /&gt;then alex remembered the amazing invention called....&lt;br /&gt;the handphone.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we call and call. BUT STUPID LAOREN NEVER PICK UP.&lt;br /&gt;so we were panicking&lt;br /&gt;and wanted to make announcement in toysRus.&lt;br /&gt;"can helen soh huimin please come to the customer service counter...your guardians alexis and silea are looking for you."&lt;br /&gt;LOLLLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;she would have killed us okay.&lt;br /&gt;we were going to..&lt;br /&gt;then she called alex back.&lt;br /&gt;awwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we saw these really cute bottles..&lt;br /&gt;and BOUGHT FOR THE WHOLE SECTION.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so broke now. and still owe laoren ten bucks.&lt;br /&gt;okay i'll save up i promise.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;then alex had to go..&lt;br /&gt;and laoren and me went to superdog for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg you know when we were going down to candy empire to meet alethia (alex's sis)&lt;br /&gt;me and alex kept having the feeling that we were going to bump into someone we knew.&lt;br /&gt;laoren, as usual, was clueless.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;but we didn't la.&lt;br /&gt;and throughout dinner...&lt;br /&gt;laoren and me talked non-stop about...&lt;br /&gt;-ahem-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-822120165961134993</id><published>2009-04-07T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T07:32:00.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i know this blog is so dead...&lt;br /&gt;but i'm so bored with nth to do so i'm just going to post.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;the horn blog is more alive(:&lt;br /&gt;thanks to me and alexis(:&lt;br /&gt;she is so lame okay. other band horns tagboard go and ask 'how you know us ah.'&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;like...abit the too forward right.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;but that's alexis la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been reading break no bones by kathy reichs.&lt;br /&gt;at first it was really cool. lots of dead people and bones.&lt;br /&gt;then now the character realizes that people are killing people to sell their organs.&lt;br /&gt;kinda...anticlimax.&lt;br /&gt;cos she (the character) found nicks on one of the bones along the spine...&lt;br /&gt;but it's like cos of the position of the bone, and it's only one small nick and it happened on 2/3 skeletons, it's really no idea...&lt;br /&gt;and it turns out to be medical students.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;kinda no interest now...&lt;br /&gt;but i'm just going to finish it anyway...maybe there'll be a surprise ending.&lt;br /&gt;maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went cycling today.&lt;br /&gt;for the first time in...about a year?&lt;br /&gt;okay la not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;the last time was...end of last year?&lt;br /&gt;so 4 months. but that was in phuket.&lt;br /&gt;and it was a bike trail for...2 hours i think.&lt;br /&gt;before that...it's been so long i can't even remember.&lt;br /&gt;and now...&lt;br /&gt;my legs hurt.&lt;br /&gt;alot.&lt;br /&gt;my thighs mostly.&lt;br /&gt;i have huge thighs.&lt;br /&gt;and i am so fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after cycling when i was at home i fell going down 3 stairs.&lt;br /&gt;cos like usually i'll just stand at the top and take one big step down.&lt;br /&gt;then when i did it the lower leg just...crumpled.&lt;br /&gt;and i fell.&lt;br /&gt;so it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;alot.&lt;br /&gt;more.&lt;br /&gt;now.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll go again tmr.&lt;br /&gt;i have so freaking much free time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i can go to kallang and ice skate and come back.&lt;br /&gt;no wait i can't cos i'm not allowed to go out.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;retarded parents.&lt;br /&gt;i have to be home in one hour after school lets out.&lt;br /&gt;please la, i talk to friends, take books, walk down, buy drink,&lt;br /&gt;by the time i reach bustop is like 2.30...&lt;br /&gt;and still got so many people that can't even get onto the bus...&lt;br /&gt;how to be home by 3???&lt;br /&gt;they pay for my cab fare la. i'll be home as early as they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'm tired now.&lt;br /&gt;maybe cycling is good.&lt;br /&gt;makes me tired so i sleep earlier.&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;nightnight.&lt;br /&gt;sweet dreams.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for bothering to read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-822120165961134993?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/822120165961134993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=822120165961134993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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blog about..&lt;br /&gt;the usual...school...band...syf...ca1...&lt;br /&gt;i have such a sad, non-existant life.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just washed the kitchen floor.&lt;br /&gt;and almost fell.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;okay. right.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it's one of my chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.02 muttons to midnight! lols.&lt;br /&gt;sorry. it's time for... YOU COMPLAINNN. the number to call....&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;this is how bored i am.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;hey i really typed all that okay. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;tmr is eng and amaths. i don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;you know. today in geog.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO SUE THE STUPID INTERN TEACHER LA OMG.&lt;br /&gt;i studied SO HARD on what she taught us.&lt;br /&gt;and i thought i could get like maybe a B&lt;br /&gt;(i usually get C6. -.-)&lt;br /&gt;and then... qn 3.&lt;br /&gt;indicate on the diagram where you would find some bloody shite cliff and bloody shite slope/bank thingy.&lt;br /&gt;HELLO. I'VE NEVER SEEN THOSE WORDS IN MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;not together, and in my CA1 GEOG EXAM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and i was like SHIT!!! omg.&lt;br /&gt;then i randomly guessed...&lt;br /&gt;cos it was like meanders...&lt;br /&gt;so...inner bank outer bank right?&lt;br /&gt;so...cliff = erosion = outer bank&lt;br /&gt;slope = deposition = inner bank&lt;br /&gt;so i tikamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was like another name for like waterfalls and rapids can.&lt;br /&gt;then they asked explain how they are formed.&lt;br /&gt;like wth right.&lt;br /&gt;so i was like...'when a river flows over alternating bands of hard and soft rock, the soft rock...'&lt;br /&gt;then i thought it really wasn't right.&lt;br /&gt;so i went back...stared at the thing.&lt;br /&gt;then OH. OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;and tikamed.&lt;br /&gt;7 MARKS EH.&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll really get c6 again la...&lt;br /&gt;wth.&lt;br /&gt;it's not even my fault.&lt;br /&gt;i studied...SO FREAKING HARD OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;I DID THE STUPID MINDMAP 3 TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;3 TIMESSSSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i'm done.&lt;br /&gt;nightnight.&lt;br /&gt;love you(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-1712697516634608106?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1712697516634608106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=1712697516634608106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/1712697516634608106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/1712697516634608106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/ahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-381740392214638399</id><published>2009-02-24T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T06:06:17.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are "enter"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkeyboardkeyareyouquiz/enter.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people might try to say you're impulsive and rash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to consider yourself decisive and committed instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have a lot of trouble making very final decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You trust your instincts, and you don't waver. You just go for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkeyboardkeyareyouquiz/"&gt;What Keyboard Key Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL . ENTER ENTER ENTER ENTER ENTER ENTER :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Cat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatanimalareyouquiz/cat.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very independent and reclusive. No one really understands you, and you like it that way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are quite clever and ingenious. You can get yourself out of any sticky situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident and cool tempered. You know you have many advantages and resources to draw from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what life throws at you, things always seem to work out your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatanimalareyouquiz/"&gt;What Animal Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meow. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Birthday Predicts You're Fiery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatepredictaboutyouquiz/birthday-5.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since you were born, you've loved taking risks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You crave excitement and thrills. You are driven by your passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have a wild streak, but you also love learning and experiencing life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're multi-faceted and can't be labeled. You're sexy, smart, flexible, and stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatepredictaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birthday Predict About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. multi-faceted. isn't that like...a tap or plumbing system. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Chimera&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/chimera.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very outgoing and well connected to many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incredibly devoted to your family and friends, you find purpose in nurturing others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are rarely alone, and you do best in the company of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are incredibly expressive, and people are sometimes overwhelmed by your strong emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/"&gt;What Mythological Creature Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahaha. okay. right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Somewhat Mature&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouimmaturequiz/mature-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You definitely act like an adult sometimes, but a big part of you is still a kid at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While your immature side is definitely fun, you're going to have to grow up sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouimmaturequiz/"&gt;Are You Immature?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha. the picture sucks. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Average American Name Is: Carol Elizabeth Turner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/averageamericannamegenerator/name.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn. So average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/averageamericannamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Average American Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. this was Silea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Average American Name Is: Mary Michelle Adams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/averageamericannamegenerator/name.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn. So average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/averageamericannamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Average American Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eee. this was Aelis. lols okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Smokin' Hot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouhotquiz/hot.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a terrible flirt, a sharp dresser, and a party animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you're totally sizzling too. And for you, being hot just comes naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouhotquiz/"&gt;Are You Hot?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. thanks:D i know. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your International Spy Name is Electra Goldfinger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourinternationalspynamequiz/girl.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Code Name: Kneecaps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Reside in: Rio de Janeiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why You're a Good Spy: You're good with gadgets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourinternationalspynamequiz/"&gt;What's Your International Spy Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. KNEECAPS. RIGHT. this was Aelis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your International Spy Name is Anaconda Harley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourinternationalspynamequiz/girl.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Code Name: Volcano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Reside in: Venice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why You're a Good Spy: You can talk your way out of anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourinternationalspynamequiz/"&gt;What's Your International Spy Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. okay this is better. at least volcano is hot. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg yeah i just remembered...nicole and parveen were coming up with corny lame pick up / insult lines in maths class today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parveen: you must be a window, cos the moment i opened up to you, you showed me the world outside.&lt;br /&gt;nicole: -holds up keys- out of all these keys, the only one i'm missing is the one to your heart.&lt;br /&gt;parveen: I would give all the organs in my body to you, but not my heart, for then it would stop beating FOR you.&lt;br /&gt;nicole: if i were a cloud, you'd be my silver lining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so on and so fourth. parveen was supposed to be doing insults, but these are her nicest lines. hahahahahahaha. okay.&lt;br /&gt;i have to go do maths now or i'll fail my CA1 from lack of actual listening in class.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, i listen like every 5 lessons, and each time i do i learn enough to pass her tests and do her hw.&lt;br /&gt;(though i don't actually do her hw)&lt;br /&gt;WHICH PROVES: you don't have to listen all the time, just learn how to tell when she's actually saying smt useful :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. maths time. BYE(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you, darling(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-381740392214638399?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/381740392214638399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=381740392214638399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/381740392214638399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/381740392214638399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-are-enter-some-people-might-try-to.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-6866340659031428110</id><published>2009-02-15T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T06:23:08.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>couldn't resist....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are An Iris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatflowerareyouquiz/iris.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a unique person who seeks out novelty in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An inspiration seeker, you often have to change scenery to recharge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't deal well with structure or rules. You need to do it your own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationships are free and flowing. No one can tie you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflowerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flower Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i saw iris i was like 'as in iris the Egyptian goddes/god?' cant rmb. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Gemstone Says You Love Helping Others&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thegemstonetest/8.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are stable, strong, and full of life. You are an inspiring person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People turn to you first for leadership and advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are able to gently help people get to where they need to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you aren't afraid to lead when necessary, you are never heartless or bossy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thegemstonetest/"&gt;The Gemstone Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyyyyyyyy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Love is Represented by a Orange Rose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatroserepresentsyourlovequiz/orange.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're in love, you tend to be overwhelmed and consumed by desire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You develop fascinations with people easily, and they're sometimes even borderline obsessions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to come on strong. Your love is as hot as a flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatroserepresentsyourlovequiz/"&gt;What Rose Represents Your Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols. are there like orange iris-es?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are a Good Girlfriend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouagoodgirlfriendquiz/good-girlfriend.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe too good of a girlfriend, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will do almost anything for your guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while that makes you a great girlfriend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this case, it also makes you a doormat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouagoodgirlfriendquiz/"&gt;Are You a Good Girlfriend?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-grins-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are an Orange Rose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorroseareyouquiz/orange-rose.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You represent desire and enthusiasm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your vibe: Sexy yet familiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love with you: happens instantly - it's a fast ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorroseareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Rose Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. ORANGE ROSE AGAIN. okay. right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are High Strung and a Bit Wild&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/theautumnquiz/autumn.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a energetic, warm, optimistic person. You approach everything with a lot of enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're happiest, you are outgoing and expressive . You love celebrations, and you enjoy showing off a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer change to come slowly. You need a long transition period when your life changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find solitude to be the most comforting thing in the world. Being alone with your thoughts feels very peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal day is spontaneous and surprising. You like to play things by ear, and you always end up doing something interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are nostalgic. You can't truly appreciate something until it has come and gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/theautumnquiz/"&gt;The Autumn Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Belong in Winter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatseasonareyouquiz/winter.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiet, calm, and totally at peace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're happy to be at home, wrapped in a blanket, completely snowed in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're lighting a fire or having a snowball fight, you always feel best in the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatseasonareyouquiz/"&gt;What Season Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Snow Test Says You're Independent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thesnowtest/snow.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel like something good will happen to you in the next few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to work, especially when work is physical. You do well in any job, as long as you're not stuck in an office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an independent, individualistic person. You thrive when you're doing your own thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your biggest worry in life is your family. You stay up at night thinking about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes time to relax, you have no problem letting go. You are already pretty relaxed as is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thesnowtest/"&gt;The Snow Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. i did this before and i think i got the same result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Height Says You're Optimistic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourheightsayaboutyouquiz/height.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a confident, ambitious, and active person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are also very radiant. You have a sunny personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are quite successful. You are a smart worker - not a hard worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be vain and cocky. You have a lot to be proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are about as tall as the average French woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourheightsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Height Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL WTH. i just picked my height!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Could Be a Vampire... If You Had To&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/couldyoubeavampirequiz/vampire-2.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most people, the thought of being a vampire has crossed your mind. But you're not sure if you'd do it, even if you could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living forever doesn't sound half bad, if you could live forever with the people you love the most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do vampires even love? And would the vampire version of you even be you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all too much to contemplate. Luckily, the chances of you ever becoming a vampire are astronomically low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you would like best about being a vampire: Living forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you would like least about being a vampire: Blood stained teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/couldyoubeavampirequiz/"&gt;Could You Be a Vampire?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww. hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are The Hanging Man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whattarotcardareyouquiz/hanging-man.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You represent the seeking of enlightenment and spiritual clarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to confuse others, but your oddities seem deeply satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self sacrifice is easy for you, especially if it makes you a better person in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the type of person who is very in touch with your soul and inner spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fortune:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now is a good time for reflection and meditation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should stop resisting the problems in your life, and let yourself be vulnerable to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may need to sacrifice something important to you to move ahead in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accept your destiny with courage, and learn to let go of what you think you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattarotcardareyouquiz/"&gt;What Tarot Card Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols. right. hanging man. this one was Silea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are The Hermit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whattarotcardareyouquiz/hermit.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You posses a great deal of wisdom and the ability to see people for who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are always looking ahead at the future, developing visions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A loner, you tend to travel by yourself through life, seeking your own truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't crave material things or fancy titles. You have no baggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fortune:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's possible that there is a unknown guiding figure in your life, ready to help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is find this person and seek their advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also possible that you need to start seeking the meaning of your own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, there's some deep thinking you need to undertake, and it needs to be done soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattarotcardareyouquiz/"&gt;What Tarot Card Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one was Aelis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Strength&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whattarotcardareyouquiz/strength.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You represent both fiery energy and steadfast will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are innocent and naive - yet unafraid and undaunted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you don't have the most powerful physical strength...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But your mental powers make up for any amount of muscle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fortune: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, you have been a pillar of ethics and moral strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while things may be difficult, your faith in yourself will come through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may need to conquer the animalistic nature of yourself or others, with gentle force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this may seem like the darkest hour for you, victory is near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattarotcardareyouquiz/"&gt;What Tarot Card Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one is aelis. the a wasn't capital. silea and Silea gave the same result. hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Will Be a Cool Parent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/wouldyoubeacoolparentquiz/parent-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem to naturally know a lot about parenting, and you know what kids need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell when it's time to let kids off the hook, and when it's time to lay down the law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While your parenting is modern and hip, it's not over the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that there's nothing cool about a parent who acts like a teenager... or a drill sergeant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/wouldyoubeacoolparentquiz/"&gt;Would You Be a Cool Parent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOO~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Handwriting Says You Are Somewhat Traditional&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourhandwritingsayaboutyouquiz/handwriting.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sometimes a very energetic person, but you are sometimes quite lethargic. You're moody, prone to ups and downs, and you don't have a lot of endurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are somewhat outgoing, but you're not a natural extrovert. You think first before you act. You tend to be independent, rational, and logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are balanced and grounded. You know how to get along well with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need a bit of space in your life, but you're not a recluse. You expect people to give you a small amount of privacy, and you respect their privacy as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are somewhat traditional, but you are also open to change. You listen to your head and your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a poor communicator. No one really knows exactly what you're getting at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourhandwritingsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Handwriting Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols. the poor communicator thing is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Chocolate Oracle Says You're Classy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thechocolateoracle/chocolate.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sophisticated, modern, and high class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your taste is refined, but you are not picky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are often the first to try something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are full of life and vigor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have an amazing amount energy, and you keep very active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people feel like you can't focus on them. You do tend to be restless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to be in love. You crave romance, whether you're single or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel lost when you don't feel passion... you need someone to adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thechocolateoracle/"&gt;The Chocolate Oracle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols. right. the picture makes me hungry. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Heart is Feeling Hopeful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatisyourheartfeelingquiz/heart-5.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is a feeling that's been growing and blooming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're in a relationship that's deepening or found a new love, your feelings are slowly changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're remembering how amazing love feels - and discovering emotions you've never felt before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down, your heart is susceptible to: Getting a little carried away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your current outlook on love: Optimistic and playful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love life will improve if you: Stop and reflect on how your love is changing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for: Falling too hard, too fast - you've got to let your sweetie catch up with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatisyourheartfeelingquiz/"&gt;What Is Your Heart Feeling?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahaha. okay. the picture isn't really nice though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Hands Say That You Are Logical&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoyourhandssayaboutyouquiz/hands.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are logical, analytical, and rational. You have good verbal skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idealistic and dreamy, you tend toward the impractical. You have a knack for getting yourself in sticky situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consistent and reliable, you like to count on structure and routine in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your emotions tend to be nervous and potent. Your energy - both positive and negative - deeply impacts your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoyourhandssayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Do Your Hands Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. i realized...i have LONG fingers, AVERAGE palm and SHORT fingernails. lols. okay nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Inner Blood Type is Type A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourinnerbloodtypequiz/a.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem cool and collected, though a bit shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are highly driven and a perfectionist, but that's a side you keep to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creative and artistic, you are a very unique person who doesn't quite fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People accept you more than you realize, seeing you as trustworthy and loyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with: A and AB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous Type A's: Britney Spears and Hilter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourinnerbloodtypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Inner Blood Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols. i did this cos the little people looked cute. really.&lt;br /&gt;omg. i just saw hitler. LOL. okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Love of Gummi Bears Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourfavoritecandysayaboutyouquiz/gummibears.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a total goofball. You can't help but be silly most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your opinion, life is way too short to be taken all that seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love playing pranks and telling jokes. You live to make people laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You the type most likely to play with your food before you eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourfavoritecandysayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Favorite Candy Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. i couldn't resist..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Love of M&amp;amp;M's Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourfavoritecandysayaboutyouquiz/mms.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are energetic and full of inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never slow down, and you're constantly leaving people and ideas behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a true visionary. You are constantly thinking about the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love living, and you stay flexible. You're open to going wherever life takes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourfavoritecandysayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Favorite Candy Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Love of Peanut Butter Cups Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourfavoritecandysayaboutyouquiz/peanutbuttercups.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are hedonistic... sometimes to the point of being greedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to eat, and there's no chance you're sharing your candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you may be greedy, it's with good reason. You have great taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things you love are worth loving, and it's no wonder you crave them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourfavoritecandysayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Favorite Candy Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. i think i like this one the best. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm done. it's 10.22 and i have school tmr. going to bathe, iron my uniform (yes, i actually have to do that myself) and pack my bag and sleep. i should be done by 11.30. (:&lt;br /&gt;night!&lt;br /&gt;love ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-6866340659031428110?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6866340659031428110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=6866340659031428110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/6866340659031428110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/6866340659031428110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/couldnt-resist.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-2049249679220342139</id><published>2009-02-08T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T02:18:43.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Energy Level is Moderate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourenergylevelquiz/moderate.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, life is all about balance. You keep active, but you rest a lot too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have enough vigor to get everything done... with a little left over for some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find that you have plenty of energy, as long as you give yourself time to recharge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you don't take care of yourself, you notice that your energy levels really plummet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyourenergylevelquiz/"&gt;What's Your Energy Level?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's...sad. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Mac and Cheese&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcomfortfoodareyouquiz/macandcheese.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are stressed out, you seek safety above everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nothing is more nourishing than a big warm plate of carbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking risks takes a toll on you, and you prefer your comfort food to be old fashioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of person who could eat the same meal every night, especially when life is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatcomfortfoodareyouquiz/"&gt;What Comfort Food Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I'M SO FATtening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Very Warm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howwarmareyouquiz/very-warm.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are kind, caring, and empathetic. A lot of warm energy radiates from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not an act - you truly like people. You get a charge from people being around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are are easy going and very socially adaptable. You're willing to overlook peoples'quirks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy meeting people from all walks of life and helping them if you can. Giving makes you feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howwarmareyouquiz/"&gt;How Warm Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. cool hair manzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Were an Outgoing Kid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofkidwereyouquiz/outgoing.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were a kid, you had no problem expressing yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a good chance you started talking early - and never stopped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had a lot of friends, and unlike most kids, you weren't shy around adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were well adjusted and confident. You enjoyed speaking up and participating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindofkidwereyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Kid Were You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. i've certaintly changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Whiteboard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatofficesupplyareyouquiz/whiteboard.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a dreamer, a visionary, and a straight up idea person. You are very creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if the things you think up are a bit wacky, they often are brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an adept problem solver. You are always tossing around dozens of ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a good artist, designer, or architect. You do best when work feels like play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatofficesupplyareyouquiz/"&gt;What Office Supply Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyyyyyyyyyyy. go whiteboards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to try qt for the first time now. ttyl! i'll continue later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-2049249679220342139?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2049249679220342139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=2049249679220342139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/2049249679220342139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/2049249679220342139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/your-energy-level-is-moderate-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-8871564446577687743</id><published>2009-02-06T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T07:48:27.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: white; color: black; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What is your True Fear?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Disappointment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 83%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;You are a fun-loving, energetic, and cheerful person. You love adrenaline rushes, and going out at night. You constantly have to be having a great time to feel completely happy. Your biggest fear is not having anything to do, or having a huge disappointment/let down in your life. You hate being sad, and if something in your life suddenly went wrong it would be extremely hard for you to deal with. Just remember that everyone has to deal with hard times. Stay strong, and pretty soon your fun, party life will get right back the way it used to be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Being Alone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 42%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Losing Someone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 41%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Looked down on&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 35%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Commitment&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 22%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Where Your life is Going&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 9%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Death&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 0%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_is_your_true_fear"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your True Fear?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quiz Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha this is almost as good as blogthings...&lt;br /&gt;and more accurate too!&lt;br /&gt;okay i've got band at 745 tmr morning...&lt;br /&gt;now it'll 11.48.&lt;br /&gt;NIGHT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-8871564446577687743?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8871564446577687743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=8871564446577687743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/8871564446577687743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/8871564446577687743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-is-your-true-fear-your-result.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-2231394138070423132</id><published>2009-02-05T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T05:50:27.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gah. i'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;and i hate to be sick.&lt;br /&gt;it's stupid and irritating and IT KILLS MY BRAIN CELLS SO I CAN'T EVEN DO STUPID SS.&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...i think there's an epidemic going around stc.&lt;br /&gt;like alot of people are going around sniffing or with sore throats...&lt;br /&gt;more than usual.&lt;br /&gt;and it's like all those sick ones have runny noses and choughs.&lt;br /&gt;which just sounds like the normal flu.&lt;br /&gt;i know.&lt;br /&gt;but me and huimin have like the exact same symptoms...&lt;br /&gt;though mine seems like the later stage.&lt;br /&gt;REALLY. i'm so not crapping you okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah. but none of us have fevers...&lt;br /&gt;i know cos we just had temp. taking ytd.&lt;br /&gt;which means it isn't an infection.&lt;br /&gt;or smt like that. gah.&lt;br /&gt;i need to go watch House again.&lt;br /&gt;my medical know-it is gone.&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm going to try to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;YES I KNOW IT'S ONLY 9.50 SHUT UP I'M TIRED OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;he on com, on radio, and walk out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;DOESN'T HE KNOW THERE'S A STUPID RECESSION GOING ON LIKE WTH&lt;br /&gt;AND GLOBAL WARMING&lt;br /&gt;DUNNO HOW TO ON WHEN YOU'RE ACTUALLY IN THE ROOM AH STUPID IDIOT.&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm done.&lt;br /&gt;night.&lt;br /&gt;-sniffssssssssssssss-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-4689842477178839871</id><published>2009-02-04T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T04:58:54.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"stupid girl, i should have known, i should have known...&lt;br /&gt;that i'm not a princess, this ain't a fairytale,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not the one you sweep off her feet,&lt;br /&gt;lead her up the stairwell...&lt;br /&gt;this ain't Hollywood, this is a small town,&lt;br /&gt;i was a dreamer before you went and let me down.&lt;br /&gt;now it's too late for you and your white horse...&lt;br /&gt;to come around."&lt;br /&gt;                                                     -Taylor Swift (White Horse)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i really should be doing hw right now...&lt;br /&gt;but i really wanted to blog.&lt;br /&gt;though i don't have anything to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lips are really sore.&lt;br /&gt;not from playing though...weirdly.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't even do anything, and they woke up sore.&lt;br /&gt;no, i didn't spend the night snogging my pillow in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah. i'm so -.- (sian diao, not lame) today.&lt;br /&gt;like i'm so touchy...everything makes me irritated.&lt;br /&gt;and to alex and huimin i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't mean to be all -act big- and snap at you guys...&lt;br /&gt;i know you tried. i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;just that like really, your no. 11 was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;though we haven't played it in a million years.&lt;br /&gt;and the syf pieces...&lt;br /&gt;it's sooooooooooooooooo close already!&lt;br /&gt;like...feb now, and syf is in like, april?&lt;br /&gt;it seems far, but january just flew by already!&lt;br /&gt;with all the sec 1s coming in, and CA1 and everything...&lt;br /&gt;it'll be even harder to keep up in band.&lt;br /&gt;so we have to do our best now,&lt;br /&gt;and perfect everything now. xian zai!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i can be a total perfectionist sometimes, and yet a total mess and not care about it.&lt;br /&gt;split personality.&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to do chem now so i can go stupid maths.&lt;br /&gt;and chinese.&lt;br /&gt;-snores-&lt;br /&gt;bye.(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-4689842477178839871?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4689842477178839871/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-6800805951669049916</id><published>2009-01-30T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T06:29:59.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mood today again is...... irritated.&lt;br /&gt;which is really distracting when you're trying to do stupid amaths from 8-10 pm at night.&lt;br /&gt;which just makes it all the more irritating.&lt;br /&gt;gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when people make stupid assumptions.&lt;br /&gt;especially when they're about me.&lt;br /&gt;especially especially when the 'people' are someone i really care about.&lt;br /&gt;gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i just saw smt really funny on bessy's blog.&lt;br /&gt;"I had a little bird,&lt;br /&gt;Its name was Enza,&lt;br /&gt;I opened the window,&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;b&gt;in-flew-enza&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-American Skipping Rhyme circa 1918"&lt;br /&gt;LOL. omg.&lt;br /&gt;that's like when i said 'you're so mean!'&lt;br /&gt;and huimin went 'no, i'm soh hui min!'&lt;br /&gt;like omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. back to emo irritatedness.&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to think if i should do a direct blah.&lt;br /&gt;like what i did for the last post.&lt;br /&gt;but then again. the person doesn't even read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;so it probably won't work.&lt;br /&gt;gah.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sooooooooooooooooo irritated now.&lt;br /&gt;it's irritating.&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to play pet society and act like the immature little kid that i am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-6800805951669049916?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-1308138494180739246</id><published>2009-01-21T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T06:12:21.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lols. got a really funny quote for you today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"guys, don't trust things that bleed for 5 days without dying."&lt;br /&gt;- shan and ros ad on 987&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. like whatever okay. this blood was extra-ly made so guy's evil spawn could be passed on to the next generation of evil spawns. be greatful you're even around thanks to us. you think we want to bleed? why don't you give it a try. -stabs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evil spawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i know i sound like a total bitch today but i have my excuse okay. and if you don't care then get lost already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things, to 2 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall do alexis first. i'm putting names because i want you to see this and know that i'm not bitching about you, i'm just saying what i think. and if you see this you can choose to accept it or ignore it. but at least you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alexis,&lt;br /&gt;i know you're tired after school and you're hungry and we just seem to be doing stupid useless things and getting scolded all the time...&lt;br /&gt;but that's the band. there are bad times and good times.&lt;br /&gt;CNY is like the worst time of the year for the band. really.&lt;br /&gt;and i know you hate it, i hate it too.&lt;br /&gt;but i try. and i know you try too.&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes you have to try harder.&lt;br /&gt;we're a band, one family. whatever we do, even if it is seemingly crappy useless shit, we do it together. if you don't like it then -this is gonna be harsh but it's true- then you might as well get out.&lt;br /&gt;i know i complain quite alot too. and i pretty much don't have the right to tell this to you. but the way you've been acting, especially today, is really shitty.&lt;br /&gt;you're going through alot, and i'm honoured that you trust me enough to tell me all your problems, so that i can help you. but like we've been told by the leaders, you shouldn't let your outside life affect your band life.&lt;br /&gt;when i was sec 1, i seriously felt like band was the old good thing i had. so i enjoyed it to the fullest. band was where my family was, where i didn't have to worry about whatever happened in school or at home. then sec 2 came and so did more responsibility and 'politics' and bla bla bla and i started to not enjoy it so much.&lt;br /&gt;then you guys came along. you became my new motivation to stay happy in band, as irritating as you get sometimes. don't you notice, i'm rarely black-faced in band? (i really try not to be) i look serious sometimes, when i need to be, but other times i'm laughing and smiling, no matter what happened during the day, my friend blew me off for the millionth time, i failed all my tests, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;so you need to find your motivation too my dear, or you'll just get more and more miserable in band, which we all definitely don't want. it's especially hard for you, with everything that's going on, but you need to try. and when you do, you'll be alot happier, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;you've also been like, commenting on what other people say, especially the leaders. like they'll say 'do this this this' and you'll be like 'oh whatever they don't even do it why do we have to.' we have to because we have to, okay? again i know it's because you're tired and cranky. i get that. but you have to control yourself. you know huimin and i have be worrying over you because of your attitude towards authority? huimin has enough on her plate with Os and SYF and SL-ing, please don't make her worry. i'm not blaming you though.&lt;br /&gt;when you think something's really stupid, say it in your head, not out loud. even if it's really true or really funny. and when like we're in a rush, and the SC or conductors are trying to tell people something, don't chatter unless you absolutely have to. last time we didn't really enforce this i know, but we have to now. like when jocelyn was doing the cny songs, really. the whole band was quiet but you were chattering.&lt;br /&gt;i know you love to talk, and you're really funny and cute. don't stop being that. but know when it's time to chatter and time to be serious in band okay? don't become emo all the time because it's so boring when we don't talk. do your score study, sing and fing, hum the tunes to yourself, make notes on your scores that you didn't have time to make earlier. there's always something you can do to improve yourself, you just have to do it.&lt;br /&gt;and never ever ever think that you are the worst in the section or worst in the band or whatever. everyone has strong points, one of yours is your perkyness. use that to your advantage. perk people up, get them to practice with you, and you can improve, right? (:&lt;br /&gt;and always know that i love you and i'm always there for you if you need me. okay? don't be sad or whatever(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. that was long. but i'm glad it's off my chest. (:&lt;br /&gt;next. this one is definitely shorter.&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parveen babe(:&lt;br /&gt;the beginning of the year you were like 'let's be completely honest with each other.'&lt;br /&gt;okay, sure.&lt;br /&gt;but now it's like 'we're completely honest with each other, except when it applies to my BEST FRIEND amelia, then i can't tell.'&lt;br /&gt;last year you told me you couldn't have a best friend because you hadn't found anyone you could really trust. i could accept that, though i thought of you as mine.&lt;br /&gt;and now you're all 'AMELIA this AMELIA that.'&lt;br /&gt;yes i'm jealous okay.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, the whole fiasco with you and sueann last year, didn't you see that amelia was the person inbetween pushing you two apart? and you didn't even stop to consider that before you announced her as your best friend? i know you spent alot of time with her during the hols, and got closer. i can get that. but to kill off sueann's friendship with you because of her? i mean, really.&lt;br /&gt;and like the past 2 years, again, i feel like you don't even take me as anything. at recess you're like 'OH I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE AMELIA' and at MT you're like 'OH I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE LAIKA' (sorry i don't know how to spell her name.) i feel like 'hello? what am i to you?' i know we have like 99% of all our classes together, if anything you should be sick of me, but seriously. do you even realize how you made me feel?&lt;br /&gt;now when i come to school i feel like i have to watch what i say and do, if not you'll just abandon me cos you're so well liked and adaptable (not being sarcastic). especially with the whole sueann thing, and everything. you've changed. you're more like amelia now, more crude and harsh, i feel.&lt;br /&gt;yes i am a super geek nerd that actually wants to do well. i know. i should just hang out with the other geeks nerds and go stick our heads in books to start diffusion shouldn't i?&lt;br /&gt;and today when you were like 'oh i'm in sumathi's group.' and i asked who's in it you were like 'me trisha etcetcetc'. and i'm like oh shit have i been kicked out of our 2 person clique and replaced by trisha? not that i don't like her. and you didn't even like try to get me in, you were like 'oh you can go join maria's group.'&lt;br /&gt;i mean, come on. you KNOW i totally detest maria. having to endure her for english each week is bad enough. with you i could probably survive her, so i thought. and after that when i was asking around for 2 more group members sumathi asked yingmei if she wanted to join, since they had ONE slot. i mean, really. yingmei over me? what did i do.&lt;br /&gt;but after that you were like cococrunch and on and on...so i really don't know what's going on. if you want me to stop sticking to you so much tell me already, instead of doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm done. and freezing again. damm. night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-1308138494180739246?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1308138494180739246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=1308138494180739246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/1308138494180739246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/1308138494180739246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/lols.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-8022707447127692103</id><published>2008-12-31T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T22:25:18.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay the last post was really depressing and all so wanna start the new year with a nicer post.&lt;br /&gt;also my 155th post...not that that number means anything but lols.&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to tell the truth there's nothing to post about...&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;happy new year(:&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS DRAGGED ON A 10 KM WALK (almost 10 km since we didn't finish the whole thing) ON NEW YEARS EVE AGAINST MY WILL JUST SO MY PARENTS CAN FEEL FIT AND YOUNG AND MY BROTHER CAN SCOUT OUT HIS CAMP ROUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you just love your family. we walked like...4/5 of the park connector thingy.&lt;br /&gt;so 4/5 of 10 km is like... 8 KM. IN ONE NIGHT. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;and amazingly i wasn't tired.&lt;br /&gt;I EVEN RAN OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;and wasn't hungry after that...&lt;br /&gt;even though my lunch was like...&lt;br /&gt;one slice of bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i know my holiday life is sad.&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;still waiting for that perfect guy who cooks for you.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;okokok. kidding.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be single for forever if i wanted that.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm so off guys for now so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;-note: 'for now'-&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;lalalalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. immature secrets time.&lt;br /&gt;i've started playing club penguin again.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;it's cute okay.&lt;br /&gt;i love my puffle.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;lols. actually i'm jut doing it for the secret agent mission thingys.&lt;br /&gt;they're fun okay.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm done being retardedly embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;ok see ya soon! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-8022707447127692103?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8022707447127692103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=8022707447127692103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/8022707447127692103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/8022707447127692103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay-last-post-was-really-depressing.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-637983992647621197</id><published>2008-12-28T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T07:06:23.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really hate it when people blow others off just because they're in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;like 'i'm not in the mood right now so don't talk to me'.&lt;br /&gt;that kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find it shit irritating and deserving of a slap on the face.&lt;br /&gt;that's the same as 'you won't give me what i want so i don't want to be your friend anymore' in kindergarden.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and those people who really know me,&lt;br /&gt;you should know this the best.&lt;br /&gt;and so when you do it&lt;br /&gt;it pisses me off so much more.&lt;br /&gt;and you know i get so pissed off already when someone i don't really care about does it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a person who takes things personally.&lt;br /&gt;if you don't like that then i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;but it's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i'm too bored and fed up to do much now.&lt;br /&gt;i'll post another time.&lt;br /&gt;school's starting soon.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for it but dread it at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;is it normal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-637983992647621197?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/637983992647621197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=637983992647621197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/637983992647621197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/637983992647621197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-really-hate-it-when-people-blow.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-7944582168649753241</id><published>2008-12-25T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T18:47:43.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't believe i'm awake.&lt;br /&gt;i slept at like...3 am last night. (this morning?)&lt;br /&gt;and it's 10.26am now.&lt;br /&gt;and no one woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;COOL :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lols.&lt;br /&gt;i had...weird dreams.&lt;br /&gt;like i was in school...&lt;br /&gt;and it was first day?&lt;br /&gt;then...i had pe on the time table and somehow ended up in the loo alone.&lt;br /&gt;then a whole bunch of people that i really don't like (not putting names here) appeared and i was like 'damm i need to get out'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then one of them (who i reeeeeeeeeeeeeeally don't like) was all in my face and saying stuff about my friends.&lt;br /&gt;which of course totally pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;but being the nicer and better person i controlled myself and walked out.&lt;br /&gt;but being the stupid and irritating beotch that she is she tagged along and kept spouting shit.&lt;br /&gt;and she said smt like how her friends know she loves them or smt... (i don't remember)&lt;br /&gt;and i said smt really cool back (which i now don't rmb either. sad.)&lt;br /&gt;and she was so stunned she just walked off.&lt;br /&gt;i win(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;then i was at the hardcourt and there were ALOT of people.&lt;br /&gt;but no one in my class.&lt;br /&gt;for a moment i was looking for 2Dians then i realized i was in 3A.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;yeah. okay.&lt;br /&gt;then i was like freaking out cos,&lt;br /&gt;it's the first day and i'm late for whatever class i'm supposed to be in?!!!&lt;br /&gt;so i ran all over the school...&lt;br /&gt;and this part i kinda woke up so it skips over a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;next thing i know i'm in my pri sch building. (super maze if you don't know your way around)&lt;br /&gt;and it felt like a super maze, like the first time i was in the new building.&lt;br /&gt;weird dreams.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. so i was in my pri sch building and somehow met up with my 3a class.&lt;br /&gt;then i have no idea who my teacher was...just some lady.&lt;br /&gt;and she brought us to some tiny tiny classroom...&lt;br /&gt;which had the wrong sign.&lt;br /&gt;she said it would be fixed so we were like 'oh okay.'&lt;br /&gt;when we go in, there's like... 9 tables.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea how many there are in the class though.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVRFUreYRlI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/xMz8fHf9sAc/s1600-h/table.jpg"&gt;                                                        &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 155px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVRFUreYRlI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/xMz8fHf9sAc/s200/table.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283924484382279250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what the tables were like. and i pulled out the chair at no.7&lt;br /&gt;i was looking for parveen so she could sit at 8, next to me.&lt;br /&gt;but she sat at 3 and was like 'no i'm not sitting next to you'&lt;br /&gt;and weirdly, i was like 'oh okay.'&lt;br /&gt;then i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEIRD DREAMS.&lt;br /&gt;okay. that's enough weirdness. i'm gonna go find smt to do....&lt;br /&gt;see ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-7944582168649753241?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7944582168649753241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=7944582168649753241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/7944582168649753241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/7944582168649753241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-cant-believe-im-awake.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVRFUreYRlI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/xMz8fHf9sAc/s72-c/table.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-4498175794652229735</id><published>2008-12-24T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T09:59:59.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MERRY CHRISTMAS(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols. ok i had to do that don't give me that face.&lt;br /&gt;at least i didn't go hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;or houhouhou like my fantastic dm yijun (:&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;she claims to have stolen a santa monkey from the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;"this is SPCA how can i help you? (: "&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm like zhi high-ing. it's 1.48 and i'm high. great.&lt;br /&gt;and i was just told earlier that like icelemontea kills brain cells.&lt;br /&gt;FAINTS.&lt;br /&gt;omg. and i just realized...parveen ALWAYS drinks ilt.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I DIDN'T SAY ANYTHINGGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;LALALALALALALALALA~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. lame.&lt;br /&gt;-sighs-&lt;br /&gt;OW.&lt;br /&gt;I JUST WHACKED MYSELF WITH MY HAIR.&lt;br /&gt;OW.&lt;br /&gt;jeez.&lt;br /&gt;ok it seriously hurts okay.&lt;br /&gt;shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it still hurts. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i'm being blackmailed by terence.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;gonna find some people to irritate asking for presents(:&lt;br /&gt;night(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-4498175794652229735?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4498175794652229735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=4498175794652229735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/4498175794652229735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/4498175794652229735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-lols.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-8483323284899962810</id><published>2008-12-15T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T03:41:28.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lols. i just noticed this is like the 151th post. yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Snow Test Says You're Independent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thesnowtest/snow.png" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel like something good will happen to you eventually, but not soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to work, especially when work is physical. You do well in any job, as long as you're not stuck in an office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an independent, individualistic person. You thrive when you're doing your own thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your biggest worry in life is your family. You stay up at night thinking about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes time to relax, you always go the extra mile. You take relaxing as seriously as anything else in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/thesnowtest/"&gt;The Snow Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Hands Say That You Are Logical&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoyourhandssayaboutyouquiz/hands.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are logical, analytical, and rational. You have good verbal skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flexible and broad minded, you can fit in to any situation. There's no telling where your life will take you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consistent and reliable, you like to count on structure and routine in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your emotions tend to be nervous and potent. Your energy - both positive and negative - deeply impacts your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatdoyourhandssayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Do Your Hands Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols. rightttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Sleeping Position Says&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyoursleepingpositionsayaboutyouquiz/fetal.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are secretly sensitive, but you often put up a front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy and private, you yearn for security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take relationships slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need lots of reassurances before you can trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't get enough sleep, you are: Cranky and a big baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to sleep next to you because: You are a light sleeper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatdoesyoursleepingpositionsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Sleeping Position Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M A LIGHT SLEEPER?!!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Body's Element is Water&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatelementisyourbodyquiz/water.png" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a joyful, relaxed, and luminous person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   You love people. You live for making new friends and helping others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   You are enthusiastic and the ideal person to work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   You don't mind doing hard tasks, and you have a generous spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Your energy tends to be: conserved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   You power color is: black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatelementisyourbodyquiz/"&gt;What Element is Your Body?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyyyyyyyyyyy. waterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 56% Open Minded&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howopenmindedareyouquiz/open-3.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very open minded person, but you're also well grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolerant and flexible, you appreciate most lifestyles and viewpoints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you also know where you stand firm, and you can draw that line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're open to considering every possibility - but in the end, you stand true to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howopenmindedareyouquiz/"&gt;How Open Minded Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols. i expected this when i saw the options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Orange Outfit Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howyourfavoriteoutfittellswhatkindofgirlyouarequiz/orange.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unconventional and flashy, you will wear almost anything once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You life for fashion - and you have the credit card bills to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your look always turns heads, but you often look too good to approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Designer match: Roberto Cavalli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signature accessory: Thousand dollar sandals that belong in a museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howyourfavoriteoutfittellswhatkindofgirlyouarequiz/"&gt;How Your Favorite Outfit Tells What Kind of Girl You Are&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. thousand dollar sandals that belong in a museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Mind is Blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorisyourmindquiz/blue.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the mind types, yours is the most mellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be in a meditative state most of the time. You don't try to think away your troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts are realistic, fresh, and honest. You truly see things as how they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to spend a lot of time thinking about your friends, your surroundings, and your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourmindquiz/"&gt;What Color Is Your Mind?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kewl(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Power Color Is Teal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/teal.png" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Highest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel accomplished and optimistic about the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Lowest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel in a slump and lack creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be many people's ideal partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How You're Attractive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make people feel confident and accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Eternal Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What Impression Am I Giving?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/"&gt;What's Your Power Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teal. cool. i agree with the eternal question thing. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Colors Say You Are Fearless&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/theultimatecolortest/color.png" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are at peace, you are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Energized and innovative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are moved to act, you are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courageous and resolute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are inspired, you are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spontaneous and adventurous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your life is perfectly balanced, you are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light hearted and funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life's purpose is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find contentment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/theultimatecolortest/"&gt;The Ultimate Color Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols. i'm sure i did this before. and i'm sure it wasn't fearless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Heart Is Pink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorheartdoyouhavequiz/pink.gif" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In relationships, you like to play innocent - even though you aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time you fall in love, it's like falling for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style: Coy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky first date: Picnic in the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dream lover: Is both caring and dominant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you bring to relationships: Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatcolorheartdoyouhavequiz/"&gt;What Color Heart Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. the pink is so... &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;maria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Cute Monster Says Your Inner Demon is Pride&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thecutemonstertest/monster-9.png" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have enthusiasm for almost everything you do in life. You have a super playful attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are curious about the world, and you love to learn. You rather figure people out than rush to judge them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't help but have a big head sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People think you're cute because you're adventurous. You always bring some fun, which is super charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/thecutemonstertest/"&gt;The Cute Monster Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;LOL. THEY'RE ALL SO CUTE CAN. GO DO THIS QUIZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Cute Monster Says Your Inner Demon is Depression&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thecutemonstertest/monster-8.png" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are both a realist and an idealist. You're able to see the world as it is - and how it could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dream big, and you never give up on your beliefs. You have big plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you build things up in your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People think you're cute because you're determined. You're a fighter, and that's charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/thecutemonstertest/"&gt;The Cute Monster Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;this was my second choice. pride and depression. rightttttttt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are A Blue Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorgirlareyouquiz/power-blue.gif" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships and feelings are the most important things to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are empathetic and accepting - and good at avoiding conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone close to you is in pain, it makes you hurt as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try to heal the ones you love with your kind and open heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatcolorgirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;whooo. lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Seductive and Ruthless&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;omggggggggggggg. lalalalala~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Silea Means: S is for Sultry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyournamemeanquiz/name.gif" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S is for Sultry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I is for Impressive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L is for Luscious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E is for Enthusiastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A is for Amorous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatdoesyournamemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Name Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;uh. i hardly know what the words mean. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Favorite Color Blue Says About You:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourfavoritecolorsayaboutyouquiz/blue.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotional --- Affected --- Sensitive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peaceful --- Tranquil --- Connected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual --- Experimental --- Deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatdoesyourfavoritecolorsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Favorite Color Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Little Black Dress Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thelittleblackdresstest/dress-5.png" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a flair for the dramatic. You love attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel alive when all eyes are on you... and you definitely love to work a room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your style is glamourous, over the top, and luxurious. You love to shop, and you have expensive taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a shoe, you would be: Stilettos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/thelittleblackdresstest/"&gt;The Little Black Dress Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Little Black Dress Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thelittleblackdresstest/dress-2.png" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are lively and outgoing. You are naturally friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy meeting new people and making new connections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your style is whimsical and unique. You're good at putting together interesting outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a shoe, you would be: High heeled boots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/thelittleblackdresstest/"&gt;The Little Black Dress Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;second choice! i prefer this actually... x.x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Be a Film Writer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whattypeofwritershouldyoubequiz/film.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't just create compelling stories, you see them as clearly as a movie in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a knack for details and dialogue. You can really make a character come to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances are, you enjoy creating all types of stories. The joy is in the storytelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nothing would please you more than millions of people seeing your story on the big screen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whattypeofwritershouldyoubequiz/"&gt;What Type of Writer Should You Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;LOL. reminds me of ILLOGICAL. (go look in aelistories)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Hair Should Be Brown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorhairshouldyouhavequiz/brown.png" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an intelligent, well respected person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very confident. You take yourself seriously, and other people take you seriously too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a good leader, and you can be trusted with someone's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You motivate people well, and you command respect easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are competent, successful, and organized. You can't stand chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people mistake you for being cold, calculating, or elitist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatcolorhairshouldyouhavequiz/"&gt;What Color Hair Should You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;mine is kinda brown....just that it's so dark it looks black. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Flip Flops&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofshoeareyouquiz/flipflops.gif" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are laid back and very friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheery and sunny in disposition, you usually have something to smile about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Style is important to you, as long as you can stay casual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a lot to get you to dress up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a loyal and true person, though you can be a bit of a flake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to "play hooky" and blow off responsibilities a lot more than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should live: By the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should work: At a casual up and coming company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindofshoeareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Shoe Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;lols. cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ok i'm done. they keep playing horrible sounding x'mas songs on 987. please. play something better. thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ja-neh&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/37282148-8483323284899962810?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8483323284899962810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=8483323284899962810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/8483323284899962810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/8483323284899962810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/lols.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-1960254216619806471</id><published>2008-12-15T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T03:05:39.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tomorrow is my day of truth.&lt;br /&gt;for once i am going to tell someone everything.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know how i'll come out of it.&lt;br /&gt;but i have to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok no more depressing stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;huge news.&lt;br /&gt;i went for like the last day of church camp.&lt;br /&gt;and the last service.&lt;br /&gt;and this is serious okay.&lt;br /&gt;i was touched by the Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so cool okay.&lt;br /&gt;like we were just standing there praying.&lt;br /&gt;and we were singing this song 'rain down on me'&lt;br /&gt;and so i just asked to be touched...&lt;br /&gt;and then my hands started trembling.&lt;br /&gt;like really.&lt;br /&gt;and it's not the 'oh i'm so cold' kind of shaking.&lt;br /&gt;it's like...SHAKING shaking.&lt;br /&gt;then my knees suddenly became super weak&lt;br /&gt;then bend and bend until i drop to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the pastor was praying for all of us&lt;br /&gt;and he was yelling like 'the next wave is coming'&lt;br /&gt;and i seriously felt it.&lt;br /&gt;my legs were like totally cramped but i didn't feel that.&lt;br /&gt;and my hands were trembing right..&lt;br /&gt;then when the wave came my legs and whole body was shaking can.&lt;br /&gt;it's like being on a Holy High.&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is totally true:&lt;br /&gt;the past few days i was like freezing..&lt;br /&gt;everywhere i go also like got aircon&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;no aircon also cold.&lt;br /&gt;then during that service i suddenly felt super hot inside...&lt;br /&gt;then i touch my skin it's super cold.&lt;br /&gt;and even now i still feel abit like got fire inside(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;i love God and church man.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so going back next week.&lt;br /&gt;anyone wanna come with?&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok gotta go now.&lt;br /&gt;ja-neh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-529764294957732141</id><published>2008-12-05T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T17:35:55.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GAH. STUPID AIRPLANE.&lt;br /&gt;my flight was supposed to be at like, 8.50?&lt;br /&gt;and now it's at 11.30.&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE,&lt;br /&gt;I COULD HAVE SLEPT TILL AT LEAST 9AM CAN.&lt;br /&gt;waste my time.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm wasting time at the airpost free internet place. argh.&lt;br /&gt;so lame.&lt;br /&gt;i need to sleeppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp.&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;siian's trying to get a connection so he can play maple.&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;yes, maple.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;and from the face he just gave me he obviously isn't getting on.&lt;br /&gt;lalalalalalala~&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;it's not my fault they keep playing the same x'mas songs..&lt;br /&gt;jeez.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to post in phuket...&lt;br /&gt;if they can get a connection.&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;byes.&lt;br /&gt;stupid plane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-5332720122016650286</id><published>2008-12-05T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T17:32:51.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS OF TODAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFFICIALLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOURTEEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FANTABULOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEARS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-applause-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok super high now.&lt;br /&gt;i just wasted one whole day going all the way to kallang...&lt;br /&gt;finding the stupid ice rink..&lt;br /&gt;and the stupid big skates gave me rope burn.&lt;br /&gt;and they smelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS JEC FUJI ICE PALACE.&lt;br /&gt;t.t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;lame again.&lt;br /&gt;but i do.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm eating denica's present now...&lt;br /&gt;a pikachu made of malt candy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super super super sweet and sticky&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;but still nice(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my legs and feet are achingggggggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;stupid kallang ice rink.&lt;br /&gt;grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway thanks to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!PARVEEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!SUEANN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!JOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!ALEXIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!NADIA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!CJ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!PATRICIA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!DENICA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!LE-YI!&lt;br /&gt;!NICOLE TEO!&lt;br /&gt;!ANEESAH!&lt;br /&gt;!KAI TING!&lt;br /&gt;!XUAN YIN!&lt;br /&gt;!NICOLE YEO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!HUIMIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;for wishing me a happy birthday(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still accepting birthday wishes so...&lt;br /&gt;yeah(:&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok gotta pack now.&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i don't get stuck in thailand.&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm done.&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;see ya(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-5332720122016650286?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5332720122016650286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=5332720122016650286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/5332720122016650286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/5332720122016650286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy-as-of.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-4838714999398084344</id><published>2008-11-28T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T06:54:59.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEO KAI WEN SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ROCKS(:&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;i went to vivo and saw his photo exhibition today...&lt;br /&gt;it's near timberland btw(:&lt;br /&gt;got grounded for it but it was sooooooooooooooooooo worth it(:&lt;br /&gt;tmr there are FIREWORKS&lt;br /&gt;but cos i'm grounded i can't go ):&lt;br /&gt;sorry kaiwen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aw man.&lt;br /&gt;i can't stop sneezing.&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are like red and tearing can.&lt;br /&gt;i look like i've been crying.&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;as if i've got any reason to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIJUN OWES US ICECREAM(:&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;took the syf drills vid today.&lt;br /&gt;i still think we did better like on the 2 practice days before.&lt;br /&gt;i guess less people less mistakes?&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i kept thinking i was out of line can.&lt;br /&gt;so freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;then i think i was.&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;and i was sooooooooooooo tired i couldn't even breathe&lt;br /&gt;and that obviously means i could hardly play.&lt;br /&gt;i was so tired i didn't even bother with the notes...&lt;br /&gt;just sounds like a chord i just play.&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;nvm.&lt;br /&gt;ICECREAMMMMMMMMMMMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. what else.&lt;br /&gt;nth much really.&lt;br /&gt;huimin's a nice pillow(:&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeahhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;i got new inspiration from kaiwen's photo gallery&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;it's on aelistories&lt;br /&gt;go check out my links.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm still trying to figure out how to import images from my scanner.&lt;br /&gt;i even know the term can&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;i just can't find the stupid button.&lt;br /&gt;and i keep pressing 'SCAN' on my printer..&lt;br /&gt;and nothing happens.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;okayyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;gonna try again now.&lt;br /&gt;go check it out later(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ja-ne!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-4838714999398084344?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4838714999398084344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=4838714999398084344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/4838714999398084344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/4838714999398084344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/yeo-kai-wen-sooooooooooooooo-rocks-lols.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-2824071181511319482</id><published>2008-11-23T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T08:36:41.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hm.&lt;br /&gt;guys are reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally oblivious to the unseen rules and standards of girls.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;since i'm such a nice person. i'm gonna put up some.&lt;br /&gt;like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first birthday: a huge affair. even if the girl says it's not. yeah we know we just said it's not. but it is, ok? anyway. huge, ok. get her something she totally won't expect. talk to her friends, get your younger brother to find out if you don't know them. if you know she likes blue, please don't get her a pink thing "cos it was cute!". -.- seriously. and a card...it had better be like 50m tall and filled with love songs and poems or smt. or secret photos you've been taking. which is creepy and irritating but totally cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first month: okay i know this is lame. but first month is a huge thing for girls who have been dumped. they need to know that it's gonna go somewhere. so. first month. best thing to do: make your 'togetherness' official on one day...so she doesn't have to hunt through message logs and smses to find the first time you called her darling. buy something in a couple. it's one month. be happy it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'm tired and can't think of anything now...so i'll continue this another day. FINALLY getting my clutch back tmr and i can't wait. ok.&lt;br /&gt;night people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-2824071181511319482?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2824071181511319482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=2824071181511319482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/2824071181511319482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/2824071181511319482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/hm.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-7593890801587874934</id><published>2008-11-23T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T05:53:11.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i swear. blogthings is one sure way to cheer me up(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Friendly Flirt!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofflirtygirlareyouquiz/friendly-flirt.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are quite the flirt, but you don't flirt with just anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you hardly ever get caught, because your flirting seems so friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a good thing going. Tons of friends, both guys and girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you do decide to flirt, hardly anyone's the wiser. Pretty trick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofflirtygirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Flirty Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalalala~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Cupcake Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thecupcaketest/blue.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At parties, you stand out from the crowd. You're a fairly unusual person, and you can't hide it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hardly have any restraint. You only hold yourself back when absolutely necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing in your life is your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are dominant, vain, and a bit of a show off. To know you is to worship you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thecupcaketest/"&gt;The Cupcake Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. most important thing: family. which one are you talking about? cos i don't really care much about my immediate one.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. and 'to know you is to worship you'??! sounds like someone i know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Very Approachable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouapproachablequiz/approachable-1.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can talk to anyone, and it shows. People are eager to start conversations with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are open and friendly. You are willing to connect with almost anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it's great to be approachable, there is such a thing as too approachable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually someone will try to take advantage of you. Don't be afraid to say no or end an awkward conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouapproachablequiz/"&gt;Are You Approachable?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyyyy. i rock(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are a Romantic Realist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouaromanticgirlorrealisticgirlquiz/romantic-realist.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so you fall in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that love isn't like a greeting card...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet you can always find a greeting card to describe your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the best of both worlds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girly yet independent, dreamy yet serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost any guy can find balance with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouaromanticgirlorrealisticgirlquiz/"&gt;Are You a Romantic or Realistic Girl?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols. the answers were sooo obvious, really. the realistic girls must be harsh. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Power Color Is Gold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/gold.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Highest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are engrossed in passions that mentally stimulate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Lowest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seek thrills and neglect what's important in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see dating as adventure and approach it with an open attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How You're Attractive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your passion for life makes others passionate about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Eternal Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Am I Having Fun?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/"&gt;What's Your Power Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wowwwwww. gold huh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Personality is Very Rare (INFP)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your personality type is dreamy, romantic, elegant, and expressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only about 5% of all people have your personality, including 6% of all women and 4% of all men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Perceiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/"&gt;How Rare Is Your Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rare...that's a good thing right? lols. honestly it just sounds like a mix of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Mood Ring is Dark Red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/moodringgenerator/dark-red.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/moodringgenerator/"&gt;Mood Ring Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. i just kept rubbing it like some ocd freak. ok. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Heart is Red and Green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatarethecolorsofyourheartquiz/redgreen.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is serene and peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are down to earth, laid back, and secure in who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bring strength and sanity to relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're good at communicating and working through problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatarethecolorsofyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are the Colors of Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. i used to be blue and purple!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 52% Scary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/doyouscareoffmenquiz/scary-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a pretty normal, nice girl... but you definitely have your scary moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as you acknowledge them and apologize, you'll probably keep your guy around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouscareoffmenquiz/"&gt;Do You Scare Off Men?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. ME? SCARY?!!! okayyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;next one's the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Vampire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouavampireorawerewolfquiz/vampire.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are charming, sensual, and even a bit manipulative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't help but get people to do what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have sharp senses and a strong predatory instinct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go after what you want, without mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you have the heart of a killer, many people are drawn to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are elegant, timeless, and mysterious. You are the ultimate fantasy object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouavampireorawerewolfquiz/"&gt;Are You a Vampire or a Werewolf?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. COULDN'T THEY HAVE PUT EDWARD INSTEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. night people.&lt;br /&gt;i'm dying of gastric.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-7593890801587874934?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7593890801587874934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=7593890801587874934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/7593890801587874934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/7593890801587874934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-swear.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-18954942911816778</id><published>2008-11-21T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T02:49:00.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>/sigh/&lt;br /&gt;/guys sure have it lucky./&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;/what do you do/&lt;br /&gt;/when someone loves you/&lt;br /&gt;/but you can't tell him that/&lt;br /&gt;/your heart's already with some rat/&lt;br /&gt;/who stole it away/&lt;br /&gt;/knowing there wasn't anything you could say/&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;/gah./&lt;br /&gt;/i'm too frustrated./&lt;br /&gt;/i can't even do simple factorization./&lt;br /&gt;/seriously./&lt;br /&gt;/whatever/&lt;br /&gt;/bye/&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-18954942911816778?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/18954942911816778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=18954942911816778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/18954942911816778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/18954942911816778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/sigh-guys-sure-have-it-lucky.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-5689756876427681841</id><published>2008-11-19T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T06:19:43.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as usual i went to bessy's blog and ripped her blogthings quizzes. lols. okok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Ultimate Color Test&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/theultimatecolortest/color.png" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are at peace, you are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Energized and innovative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are moved to act, you are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courageous and resolute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are inspired, you are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spontaneous and adventurous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your life is perfectly balanced, you are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light hearted and funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life's purpose is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find contentment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/theultimatecolortest/"&gt;The Ultimate Color Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;whee. the colours were all nice, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What This Outfit Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/theoutfittest/dress-2.png" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a bit of a wild child, and you don't hide it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have an outgoing, in your face personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are funny and even a bit outrageous. You love to make people laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a fascinating person. You definitely have some interesting stories to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your high end fashion designer match: Diane von Furstenberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your must have accessory: Chic sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/theoutfittest/"&gt;The Outfit Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;again, all nice outfits. hahaha. i liked another blue one but this is nicer(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Gemstone Says...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thegemstonetest/8.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are stable, strong, and full of life. You are an inspiring person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People turn to you first for leadership and advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are able to gently help people get to where they need to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you aren't afraid to lead when necessary, you are never heartless or bossy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/thegemstonetest/"&gt;The Gemstone Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyy. i keep being split between two. lols. this time was purple/blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Kissing Purity Score: 74% Pure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/kissingpuritytest/kiss.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, kissing isn't a casual thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lip to lip action makes your heart sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/kissingpuritytest/"&gt;Kissing Purity Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. alexis is soooooooo gonna love this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Loafers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofshoeareyouquiz/loafers.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, powerful, and successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard working and business like, you always dress and act appropriately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are consistent and a bit conservative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't really susceptible to trends, although you always dress well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you tend to be formal, you know how to adapt to your surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So are professional at work... but more laid back when your with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should live: In a huge city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should work: In a competitive field where you can rise to the top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindofshoeareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Shoe Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loafers. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. now i'm bored. and my tummy hurtssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay byeee(:&lt;br /&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/37282148-5689756876427681841?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5689756876427681841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=5689756876427681841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/5689756876427681841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/5689756876427681841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-usual-i-went-to-bessys-blog-and.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-3368746927975962306</id><published>2008-11-17T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:37:39.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>/i wanna blog about..../&lt;br /&gt;/something/&lt;br /&gt;/but i'm too tired/&lt;br /&gt;/ok that makes it look like i have smt to blog about/&lt;br /&gt;/that isn't open/&lt;br /&gt;/but really./&lt;br /&gt;/it was meant to look random/&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;/i just thought of a new theme for a song/&lt;br /&gt;/here goes:/&lt;br /&gt;/i'd spend a million years with him/&lt;br /&gt;/if it meant a second of your time/&lt;br /&gt;/i'm in hell with your best friend/&lt;br /&gt;/to be in heaven with you/&lt;br /&gt;/hmm./&lt;br /&gt;/jeez it's so...sluttish/&lt;br /&gt;/ok/&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;/OMG./&lt;br /&gt;/I/&lt;br /&gt;/AM/&lt;br /&gt;/IN/&lt;br /&gt;/TRIP/&lt;br /&gt;/SC/&lt;br /&gt;/NEXT YEAR/&lt;br /&gt;/WITH/&lt;br /&gt;/MY/&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;SUNSHINE&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;/SLASH/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;DRIZZLEWIZZLE&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;/SLASH/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;TEDDYBAH&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;/PARVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;/YAY/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;/ok i'm tired./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;/can't wait for tmr(:/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;/see ya baby./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;/night/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-3368746927975962306?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3368746927975962306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=3368746927975962306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/3368746927975962306'/><link rel='self' 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smart/&lt;br /&gt;/really./&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;/alex darling/&lt;br /&gt;/good job today/&lt;br /&gt;/(:/&lt;br /&gt;/i know you're tired/&lt;br /&gt;/you get tired faster than all of us/&lt;br /&gt;/but you have to do it/&lt;br /&gt;/we're all tired too./&lt;br /&gt;/life is sad./&lt;br /&gt;/and unfair/&lt;br /&gt;/and tiring/&lt;br /&gt;/but you can't just say i'm tired i don't wanna live/&lt;br /&gt;/right?/&lt;br /&gt;/it's worth it/&lt;br /&gt;/trust me/&lt;br /&gt;/thanks for trying/&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;/pat darling/&lt;br /&gt;/good job too(:/&lt;br /&gt;/i know you're tired too/&lt;br /&gt;/but thanks for keeping it up/&lt;br /&gt;/you're not as weak as you seem eh?/&lt;br /&gt;/haha./&lt;br /&gt;/jiayous/&lt;br /&gt;/see you soon/&lt;br /&gt;/enjoy the horn while you can/&lt;br /&gt;/and keep it SAFE/&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;/ok now i'm too tired./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;/k. is super cute./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;/bracessss/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;/i seem to have a thing for sp guys./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;/o.o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;/not good/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;/they're all old/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/LOL/&lt;br /&gt;/ok you didn't see anything/&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;/byeeeeeeeeeeee/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-4482225863062050782?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4482225863062050782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=4482225863062050782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/4482225863062050782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/4482225863062050782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/drills-today-tired-and-aching-shoulders.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-6361705140739101555</id><published>2008-11-12T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T04:42:31.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>/i've warned you/&lt;br /&gt;/and i'm not the only one who thinks so/&lt;br /&gt;/we all know about it/&lt;br /&gt;/just watch yourself/&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;/okay on to other things/&lt;br /&gt;/A/&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;/CAT/&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;/DROPPED/&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;/INTO/&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;/THE/&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;/BANDROOM/&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;/!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!/&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;/okay i know it's old news but news is news(:/&lt;br /&gt;/we were playing AR then suddenly i heard/&lt;br /&gt;/BOOM/&lt;br /&gt;/i thought it was like bass drum,/&lt;br /&gt;/or we play so loud until celing drop/&lt;br /&gt;/again./&lt;br /&gt;/then someone screamed./&lt;br /&gt;/lols./&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;/then we all kena punish/&lt;br /&gt;/but still super funny/&lt;br /&gt;/ok now i'm too tired and brain dead to think of anything/&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;/lightning is scary./&lt;br /&gt;/thunder is scary./&lt;br /&gt;/but the scariest thing.../&lt;br /&gt;/is seeing the lightning/&lt;br /&gt;/and waiting for the thundering/&lt;br /&gt;/that you know is coming./&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;/yay it rhymed/&lt;br /&gt;/okay tired./&lt;br /&gt;/got a cool new way to hold the horn/&lt;br /&gt;/i'll take a pic if i can/&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;/nights/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-6361705140739101555?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6361705140739101555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=6361705140739101555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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do a x'mas\birthday wishlist/&lt;br /&gt;/the sucky thing about being cool and putting slashes (even when noone comes to my blog) at the end of each sentence is that i can't use them in my sentence/&lt;br /&gt;/-.-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/okok. wishlist/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/hmmmm...../&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/i want.../&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SQ8XTPLypnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Z48GVxLu1MU/s1600-h/animal+wallets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SQ8XTPLypnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Z48GVxLu1MU/s320/animal+wallets.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264452108680341106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;/Animal wallets!/&lt;br /&gt;/1. looks like my blogskin and when it gets dirty it won't show. also, it's more chic and cool. (duh it's BLACK)/&lt;br /&gt;/2. is cute...kinda. it seems more for a guy actually. maybe i should just get a clutch? -sighh-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SQ8XTjyVG3I/AAAAAAAAAFk/GJ0TYiW3eIw/s1600-h/fox+jackets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 158px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SQ8XTjyVG3I/AAAAAAAAAFk/GJ0TYiW3eIw/s320/fox+jackets.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264452114210691954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Fox jackets!/&lt;br /&gt;/yes i know they're technically for autumn and winter/&lt;br /&gt;/but then again, 3/4 are sleeveless/&lt;br /&gt;/and they're only cotton how hot can they get/&lt;br /&gt;/oh yeah. no.3 is polka dotted...kinda a big turnoff but if you look at it from far you can't really see the dots. right?/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SQ8XUjSaEsI/AAAAAAAAAF0/LCGKgRXxoxo/s1600-h/fox+outfits2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SQ8XUjSaEsI/AAAAAAAAAF0/LCGKgRXxoxo/s320/fox+outfits2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264452131256668866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;/Fox clothes(:/&lt;br /&gt;/i love all 3 outfits... though i'd probably lose the jacket on 2./&lt;br /&gt;/for 3. i actually only love the skirt and belt, but the mickey mouse is cute too./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SQ8XT9eiCbI/AAAAAAAAAFs/gXTmeuNzhEc/s1600-h/fox+outfits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SQ8XT9eiCbI/AAAAAAAAAFs/gXTmeuNzhEc/s320/fox+outfits.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264452121106975154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/and more fox outfits/&lt;br /&gt;/sorry i forgot to number, just take it from left to right/&lt;br /&gt;/i love no1., no2. i just like the sweater. and the jeans./&lt;br /&gt;/i LOVE no3.'s boots. like droolables/&lt;br /&gt;/but obviously hell in s'pore's weather./&lt;br /&gt;/loving no.4, but again the boots are a problem/&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;/i just realized...i looked at all this without checking the price/&lt;br /&gt;/SHHHHH/&lt;br /&gt;/and of course this is not it/&lt;br /&gt;/i'm just too lazy/&lt;br /&gt;/and it's too late/&lt;br /&gt;/so i'm gonna do it another day!/&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;/i kinda wrote a kinda new kinda song/&lt;br /&gt;/it's on aelistories go check my links/&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;/see ya soon/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SQ8XTPLypnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Z48GVxLu1MU/s72-c/animal+wallets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-2781312631877956570</id><published>2008-10-29T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T07:42:39.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>/omg./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/so malu!!!/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/i went for the boston brass clinic/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/i thought it'd be smt like we play then they'll correct/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/or they'll go through fundamentals, techniques/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/BUT IT WASN'T/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/and i obviously didn't know that/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/so i brought my horn and set up/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/and later learnt that you only set up if you were a guest player/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/and they were all taking music in the uni/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/note: u.n.i. i am s.e.c.o.n.d.a.r.y/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/omg./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/but i still got some tips though/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/no i'm not revealing my hard earned secrets with you/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/lols./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/and nus is soooooooooooooooooooo big/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/i got lost twice./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/-.-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/anyway having gastric right now/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/cos it was from 6 - 8/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/i left home at 5/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/and didn't eat/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/owwww.../&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/gonna try to sleep to get rid of the pain/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ow../&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/night/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-2781312631877956570?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2781312631877956570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=2781312631877956570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/2781312631877956570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/2781312631877956570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-2285653192861742486</id><published>2008-10-28T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T04:39:56.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>/Tears dropping/&lt;br /&gt;/My heart is breaking/&lt;br /&gt;/And I feel so alone/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Why did you leave me/&lt;br /&gt;/I really can't live/&lt;br /&gt;/Can't you see/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Why do you have to go/&lt;br /&gt;/I really want to know/&lt;br /&gt;/The pain still stays today/&lt;br /&gt;/As you were far away/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/I want to make this clear/&lt;br /&gt;/And you are very sure/&lt;br /&gt;/That I really miss you/&lt;br /&gt;/This pain can kill/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Alooooonnnnnne~ attt~ home/&lt;br /&gt;/Staring through the window and waiting for dawn../&lt;br /&gt;/Waiiittttting~ for your phone/&lt;br /&gt;/to Capture my soul and place it in your zone/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/I feel so alone/&lt;br /&gt;/I waited for many dawns/&lt;br /&gt;/My tears were dripped/&lt;br /&gt;/But you were not there to KEEEEP/&lt;br /&gt;/me with you~~~ ( 2 beats )/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Alooooonnnnnne~ attt~ home/&lt;br /&gt;/-------------------/&lt;br /&gt;/Waiiittttting~ for your phone/&lt;br /&gt;/It didn't ring and no signs were shown/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/I'm feeling low... down.... now../&lt;br /&gt;/Why did you have to do this.../&lt;br /&gt;/I'm longing for your kiss/&lt;br /&gt;/Why did you have to leave me../&lt;br /&gt;/I'm turning into a beast../&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/This spiral curse/&lt;br /&gt;/is making me burst/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/-terence cheong./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/lols. nice right?/&lt;br /&gt;/anyway./&lt;br /&gt;/while i was talking to him, i came up with:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/cos you're waiting and waiting/&lt;br /&gt;/but dawn isn't coming/&lt;br /&gt;/sitting in the shadows/&lt;br /&gt;/feeling the creeping cold/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ok my shoulders ache too much for me to type now/&lt;br /&gt;/lols./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/i'll ttys/&lt;br /&gt;/talk to you soon/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/seeya/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-2285653192861742486?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2285653192861742486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-7263878245982050545</id><published>2008-10-25T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T07:10:06.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>/i./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/blame./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/you./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/you're the one who pushed me so bloody hard to get into top 40./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/yeah. it felt good./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/but it doesn't freaking feel good now that i have a 99% chance of leaving all my friends, and not even doing what i want, now or when i grow up./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/i didn't know what i wanted./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/you pushed me so hard until all i wanted was what you wanted./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/and now, you're throwing me to the dogs./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/thanks alot./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-1423645407177840730</id><published>2008-10-23T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T06:40:12.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>/i'm going mad/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/i don't know what to do!!/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/this is like psle all over again...&lt;br /&gt;but different./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/i can go to trip,&lt;br /&gt;i want to go to trip,&lt;br /&gt;but yet i want to take PURE lit as a 9th subject&lt;br /&gt;so i won't be so limited in jc&lt;br /&gt;and i'll have another backup.&lt;br /&gt;but there isn't./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/another major downside of trip&lt;br /&gt;no. one. is. going.&lt;br /&gt;no one i'm really close to anyway.&lt;br /&gt;parveen's applying,&lt;br /&gt;i'm praying that she gets in./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/i'll miss my little sis&lt;br /&gt;and teddybah soo much.&lt;br /&gt;yes i'll even miss amelia&lt;br /&gt;and sankari&lt;br /&gt;not exactly in the same way.../&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/argh. i really don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;can't they choose for us and get it over with.&lt;br /&gt;it's putting me off my food.&lt;br /&gt;and i still have the stupid lamda exam to prepare for.&lt;br /&gt;crap./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/grr. too...brain overloaded to think of what to write.&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss them all so much.&lt;br /&gt;i just want everything to stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;oh god.&lt;br /&gt;please/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-795523595116924956</id><published>2008-10-22T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T06:00:45.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>/why must all good things/&lt;br /&gt;/always come at the end?/&lt;br /&gt;/it's the last day of school/&lt;br /&gt;/and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt; we're friends?/&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;i thought of this in the shower like all of a sudden..&lt;br /&gt;after shampoo went into my eye.&lt;br /&gt;ow.&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;today was great.&lt;br /&gt;like really.&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;i found out that:&lt;br /&gt;i'm in the top 40&lt;br /&gt;-which means i can take trip sc&lt;br /&gt; - which means i have to decide which humans i wanna take.&lt;br /&gt;  -sigh.&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;and...that without a presence&lt;br /&gt;we all click so much more.&lt;br /&gt;well. except &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;then again, who really cares?&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;and we went to vivo,&lt;br /&gt;me my mei and my sunshine(:&lt;br /&gt;and we bought...&lt;br /&gt;PRESENTS(:&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;and i must remember&lt;br /&gt;to bring MY presents tmr.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;but i'll take them out of the box...&lt;br /&gt;cos the box is so...&lt;br /&gt;zho dang.&lt;br /&gt;or however you spell it.&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;you get what i mean,&lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;nights(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-795523595116924956?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-1634946728943774973</id><published>2008-10-19T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T03:56:18.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's race was: booooooooooooooooooooooooring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no crash no skid no whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hamilton DRIFTED. like he DRIFTED a F1 car how friggin cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;and they caught it on camera too.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the funniest was like massa and raikkonen.&lt;br /&gt;it was massa 3rd, raikkonen 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;then SUDDENLY the gap close like dunno what....&lt;br /&gt;and ZOOM massa passed him to second.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that alonso and raikkonen competeing&lt;br /&gt;and alonso almost almost almost reach raikkonen..&lt;br /&gt;but cannot overtake.&lt;br /&gt;SORRY SUEANN.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. easy, clear win for hamilton(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still. B-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-RING.&lt;br /&gt;at least he won(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok gonna wait for dinner now and write a story(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-1634946728943774973?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1634946728943774973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=1634946728943774973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/1634946728943774973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/1634946728943774973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/todays-race-was-boooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-1458078720328206921</id><published>2008-10-16T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T06:01:57.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am: tired. super dao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeez. i'm worried.&lt;br /&gt;one of my darlings seem to be becoming like someone of the past.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know what to do about it.&lt;br /&gt;it's just.&lt;br /&gt;when she has to do stuff she doesn't want to&lt;br /&gt;she's like sooo dead.&lt;br /&gt;if she likes it,&lt;br /&gt;she's sooo hyper.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how to tell her.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't want to be special.&lt;br /&gt;they can do it.&lt;br /&gt;they're fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;even if i'm good&lt;br /&gt;no wait i'm not even good.&lt;br /&gt;but even if i am&lt;br /&gt;i've had had more time&lt;br /&gt;and they're like my standard.&lt;br /&gt;told ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;have to put up my marks before it fades off my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english: 75&lt;br /&gt;chinese: 64 (one more mark dammit!)&lt;br /&gt;lit: 68&lt;br /&gt;history: 67&lt;br /&gt;maths: 79 (again, one more mark!)&lt;br /&gt;science: 81&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. i can't believe i did so badly for maths.&lt;br /&gt;lost a whole lot of careless.&lt;br /&gt;-slaps self-&lt;br /&gt;and i thought i could get 90+&lt;br /&gt;keep dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i got 64 for chinese either.&lt;br /&gt;like a 10 mark drop.&lt;br /&gt;-jaw drops-&lt;br /&gt;more like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lit i'm quite ok...&lt;br /&gt;quite.&lt;br /&gt;got 18/25 for poetry.&lt;br /&gt;it is so my thing.&lt;br /&gt;thankyou(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history was crapshit.&lt;br /&gt;come on, adolf hitler wasn't even in our textbook.&lt;br /&gt;siyi wrote rudolf hitler(:&lt;br /&gt;can't stop laughing&lt;br /&gt;sorry siyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;science is the only ok one.&lt;br /&gt;but then again i used to get 81+ for chem.&lt;br /&gt;alone.&lt;br /&gt;soooo...&lt;br /&gt;maybe not so ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. sherwei's dying from depression,&lt;br /&gt;let's start a club.&lt;br /&gt;-bangs head on wall-&lt;br /&gt;total points: 15.&lt;br /&gt;i still beat sian's 16 pts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i'll get into trip sc.&lt;br /&gt;i so want to.&lt;br /&gt;grrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;i'll take geog+ss&lt;br /&gt;and ad. lit.&lt;br /&gt;if i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-faints-&lt;br /&gt;my shoulder hurts.&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-1458078720328206921?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1458078720328206921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=1458078720328206921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/1458078720328206921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/1458078720328206921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-43287349421654265</id><published>2008-10-13T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T04:30:27.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pat, your quiz is below, in case you're looking for it and see this only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom is a sick eff bitch.&lt;br /&gt;today was supposed to be my break.&lt;br /&gt;one day, marking day.&lt;br /&gt;is it my fault that i want to stay at home?&lt;br /&gt;what buisness of hers is it if i choose to be a slob and lie in bed all day.&lt;br /&gt;if i get fat, i'm the one gaining weight not her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just because she calls me to go down for lunch and i don't want to&lt;br /&gt;is that a crime?&lt;br /&gt;because she wanted me to return her library books and i didn't&lt;br /&gt;is that such a huge problem?&lt;br /&gt;because she asked me to empty the waching machine and i really forgot,&lt;br /&gt;and i even apologised,&lt;br /&gt;is that my fault?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if my brother did that, she'd just brush it off cos of his stupid narcolepsy.&lt;br /&gt;yeah he didn't ask for it,&lt;br /&gt;it's not his fault&lt;br /&gt;but why do you make it seem like it's mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since it was confirmed,&lt;br /&gt;you've been 'trying' with me.&lt;br /&gt;trying to make my studies better,&lt;br /&gt;trying to make me more responsible,&lt;br /&gt;trying to make me better,&lt;br /&gt;after 14 years of ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me ask you,&lt;br /&gt;what the hell changed.&lt;br /&gt;why now?&lt;br /&gt;why am i suddenly such a faliure now?&lt;br /&gt;why do you only care now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it because you know that one of your sons&lt;br /&gt;will never be able to make it big?&lt;br /&gt;he won't be able to become your perfect dream&lt;br /&gt;so now it's my fault,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; i have to make up for him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not blaming him, i'm just blaming you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-43287349421654265?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/43287349421654265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=43287349421654265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/43287349421654265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/43287349421654265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/pat-your-quiz-is-below-in-case-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-2705730712119927864</id><published>2008-10-12T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:03:24.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH PATRICIA IS LIKE SO EFF CUTE CAN.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. ok over obsessing i shall shut up now.&lt;br /&gt;as promised, the quiz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;-it was a sms but patricia(:&lt;br /&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her?&lt;br /&gt;-yay! my darling junior(:&lt;br /&gt;3. Your five impression of him/her?&lt;br /&gt;-totally a-dor-a-ble, fantastic, hardworking, ZHILIAN!&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she had done for you?&lt;br /&gt;-been so eff cute? lols.&lt;br /&gt;5.The most memorable thing he/she has said to you?&lt;br /&gt;-lols. "you guys play very loud eh! i could even hear it at the foyer! KEEP IT UP! WOOTS" (i still have the sms(: )&lt;br /&gt;6. If he/she becomes your lover, you will?&lt;br /&gt;-uhhh. faint? we're girls, please.&lt;br /&gt;7. If he/she became your lover, he/she has to improve on?&lt;br /&gt;-hmmm... height? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;8. If he/she became your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;-DIE.&lt;br /&gt;9. If he/she became your enemy, the reason will be?&lt;br /&gt;-cos we're FAMILY(:&lt;br /&gt;10. The most desired thing you want to do for him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;-quai quai zhang da.... x.x&lt;br /&gt;11. Your overall impression of him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;-one word: fab.&lt;br /&gt;12. How you think people around you will feel you?&lt;br /&gt;-either really good, or really bad. i'm great that way(:&lt;br /&gt;13. The characters you love of yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;-eh? hmm...dunno? (:&lt;br /&gt;14. On the contrary, the characters you hate yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;-not tellingggggg&lt;br /&gt;15. The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;br /&gt;-myself(: duh.&lt;br /&gt;16. For people who care and like you, say something to them.&lt;br /&gt;-i love you too dahlings(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Pass this quiz to a person that you wish to know how they feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;1) - parveen!(:&lt;br /&gt;18. Who is he/she having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;- jeff hardy, she wishes.&lt;br /&gt;Is he/she a male or female?&lt;br /&gt;- female, duh, with all those curves?&lt;br /&gt;20. If no. 1 and 1 are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;- ew. no. i just said. FEMALE.&lt;br /&gt;21. What is no. 1 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;- umm...jeff hardy?&lt;br /&gt;22. When was the last time you had a chat with no.1?&lt;br /&gt;- yesterdayyyyy(:&lt;br /&gt;23. What kind of music band does no.1 like?&lt;br /&gt;- almost everything...ALMOST.&lt;br /&gt;24. Does no. 1 has any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;- a younger brother and an elder sister, both form hell&lt;br /&gt;25. Will you woo no.1?&lt;br /&gt;- again. FEMALE.&lt;br /&gt;26. How abt no.1?&lt;br /&gt;- -.- this is getting stupid.&lt;br /&gt;27.Is no.1 Single?&lt;br /&gt;- yep. sadly.&lt;br /&gt;28. What is the surname of no.1?&lt;br /&gt;-gupta&lt;br /&gt;29.What's the hobby of no.10?&lt;br /&gt;-SINGING and watching wrestlers with no tops on...&lt;br /&gt;30. Does no. 1 and 1 get along well?&lt;br /&gt;- umm have they even met?&lt;br /&gt;31. Which school does no. 1 go?&lt;br /&gt;- stc! duhhhh&lt;br /&gt;32. Talk something casually about no. 1.&lt;br /&gt;- hm. MY TEDDYBAHHHHH! and my sunshine. and my drizzlewizzle. (her word)&lt;br /&gt;33.Where does no.1 live at?&lt;br /&gt;- um. somewhere near JP. (:&lt;br /&gt;34. What colour does no. 1 like?&lt;br /&gt;- BLUEEE&lt;br /&gt;35. Are no.1 and no.1 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;- this quiz is repeating. they haven't metttt.&lt;br /&gt;36. Does no.1 have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;- nope(: unless you count her brother...&lt;br /&gt;37. Is no.1 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;- OF COURSE. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee~ parveen now it's your turn. hahahaha. enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-2705730712119927864?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2705730712119927864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=2705730712119927864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/2705730712119927864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/2705730712119927864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-7972669023968730607</id><published>2008-10-08T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T04:15:54.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am...&lt;br /&gt;happy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna fail history...&lt;br /&gt;but get at least 80 for my maths.&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;i saw the npcc/army guy again.&lt;br /&gt;you know...the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; cute one...&lt;br /&gt;-grins-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again, i 'met' him at the side gate&lt;br /&gt;and again, he held the door for me&lt;br /&gt;-sighs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this time...when he was walking away...&lt;br /&gt;i think he was smiling. his cheeks kinda looked like he was smiling.&lt;br /&gt;i was walking behind him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when he went to the left and i went to the right...&lt;br /&gt;i looked back at him...&lt;br /&gt;when i turned away,&lt;br /&gt;i saw him looking at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok sorry abit the sot now..&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i shall shut up.&lt;br /&gt;pray for me!&lt;br /&gt;-grins-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-7972669023968730607?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7972669023968730607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=7972669023968730607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/7972669023968730607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/7972669023968730607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-38518522378600735</id><published>2008-10-06T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T07:19:59.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yumyum, i love san zha.&lt;br /&gt;you know, the plum thingy...&lt;br /&gt;but it's processed and cut into cubes.&lt;br /&gt;still yummy. and fun to peel off the layers.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today,&lt;br /&gt;went jurong lib with my sunshine (parveenoid)&lt;br /&gt;to 'study'&lt;br /&gt;ended up being maths explainer/science tester/embarassed by crazy friend&lt;br /&gt;person&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i was testing her science,&lt;br /&gt;then i was like it starts with 'f'. (fiber)&lt;br /&gt;then she was like HUH?!&lt;br /&gt;so i said, on the mango seed got the hair hair thing...&lt;br /&gt;guess what she said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fur.&lt;br /&gt;FUR. ON &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MANGO&lt;/span&gt;. omg.&lt;br /&gt;then after that there was another 'f'&lt;br /&gt;and when i gave her the clue&lt;br /&gt;we cracked up again.&lt;br /&gt;like 70% of the time was spent laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still fun though.&lt;br /&gt;had to ask OEnlightenedOne (elton) about some math thing.&lt;br /&gt;he used Amaths to explain.&lt;br /&gt;and he's supposed to be the smart one.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. he took like 10 mins to explain gradient to me&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;thanks OhEnlightnedOne(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sueann darling, i miss my little sister.&lt;br /&gt;are you angry at me?&lt;br /&gt;i'm not dumping you i swear.&lt;br /&gt;let's go ice skating soon(:&lt;br /&gt;can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-38518522378600735?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/38518522378600735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=38518522378600735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/38518522378600735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/38518522378600735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/yumyum-i-love-san-zha.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-4970336834984196230</id><published>2008-09-30T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T07:44:16.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in every clique,&lt;br /&gt;friendship&lt;br /&gt;relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there will be someone who gives and gives.&lt;br /&gt;in love,&lt;br /&gt;it's always 60-40&lt;br /&gt;extreme cases 90-10.&lt;br /&gt;90-10 isn't worth it.&lt;br /&gt;in cliques,&lt;br /&gt;someone is giving 150%&lt;br /&gt;but i won't talk about the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there will be someone who gives and takes,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes unconcious of how much she gives&lt;br /&gt;but focuses alot on what she takes.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes however&lt;br /&gt;she's too trusting&lt;br /&gt;and ends up hurting&lt;br /&gt;other people and herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there will be one who takes and takes&lt;br /&gt;and doesn't give a shit about others.&lt;br /&gt;maybe she does&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't bloody show it&lt;br /&gt;don't give any shit about keeping an image&lt;br /&gt;you want friends you gotta tell them&lt;br /&gt;or you're gonna end up being&lt;br /&gt;what you tried so hard to prevent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-4970336834984196230?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4970336834984196230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=4970336834984196230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/4970336834984196230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/4970336834984196230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-every-clique-friendship-relationship.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-1241116279097650731</id><published>2008-09-17T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T03:53:58.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg. i'm so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;today's dnt presentation was...ruined.&lt;br /&gt;by me.&lt;br /&gt;my work.&lt;br /&gt;i was the one who didn't match the colours&lt;br /&gt;who made a horribly crappy top&lt;br /&gt;that probably pulled down our marks a whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i know it's my fault&lt;br /&gt;though none of you told me to my face.&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-1241116279097650731?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1241116279097650731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=1241116279097650731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/1241116279097650731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/1241116279097650731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/omg_17.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-3283754551903811563</id><published>2008-09-08T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T08:39:35.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i feel like everyone depends on me too much.&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder what happens when i need to unload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's not your fault you can't be there&lt;br /&gt;and i don't blame you.&lt;br /&gt;but this is my unloading time&lt;br /&gt;so don't blame me either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instance one.&lt;br /&gt;one (and a half) person doing what&lt;br /&gt;four people are supposed to be doing.&lt;br /&gt;one = 3.5&lt;br /&gt;you should learn to grow up now.&lt;br /&gt;i know we're asking alot of you all&lt;br /&gt;but that's life.&lt;br /&gt;you just have to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;you think it was easy for&lt;br /&gt;her or me?&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;it's better to be wrong&lt;br /&gt;than never try at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instance two.&lt;br /&gt;again, one person&lt;br /&gt;= 4 people&lt;br /&gt;i know you're a bimbo&lt;br /&gt;and don't bother at all&lt;br /&gt;but if you're not helping&lt;br /&gt;don't try and stick your nose in&lt;br /&gt;and offer stupid little advice&lt;br /&gt;about designs&lt;br /&gt;when i'm not even&lt;br /&gt;done with the basics&lt;br /&gt;please,&lt;br /&gt;have a little common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instance three.&lt;br /&gt;you're working hard&lt;br /&gt;to earn a living&lt;br /&gt;to make us all happy&lt;br /&gt;i know.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm selfish&lt;br /&gt;and i want you to know me&lt;br /&gt;right now,&lt;br /&gt;you're not a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;dad&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;you're a bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. insomnia again.&lt;br /&gt;night.&lt;br /&gt;have a nice life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-3283754551903811563?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3283754551903811563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-5408876934631999899</id><published>2008-09-07T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T08:15:11.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aaahhhh. read bessy's blog and went on a blogthings spree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Somewhat Closer to Your Friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouclosertoyourfriendsorfamilyquiz/ff-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your family is there for you at times, but you really rely on your friends for support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends understand you, accept you, and love you in a way your family doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends are also incredibly fun to be around. Your friendships are your most satisfying relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you're so close to your friends, you may consider some of them to be honorary family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyouclosertoyourfriendsorfamilyquiz/"&gt;Are You Closer to Your Friends or Your Family?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyouverymuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Name Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyournamesayaboutyouquiz/name.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your name says that you are mostly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charismatic but impulsive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your name also says you are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artistic but extreme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughtful but slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passionate but flighty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatdoesyournamesayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Name Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...agree about 5/8? i'm skimming here just ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are the Mother&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatfamilyroledoyouplayquiz/mother.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have an abundance of love for humanity. You care about all the people of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love helping others more than anything else. You love to be needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your best, you unconditionally love people. You are very nurturing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a wise and gentle teacher. You are happy to guide anyone who needs your advice or explanations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are controlling and overbearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You smother people with affection and gifts. And with this attention you give, you are expecting something in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatfamilyroledoyouplayquiz/"&gt;What Family Role Do You Play?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. maybe this is why i can't get along with my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Pretty Happy Being Single&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouhappybeingsinglequiz/single-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a full, fun life. And you definitely don't need love to be content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, being single can get you down a little. Especially when you've been single for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know how to be patient and wait for the right person. You're life is too good to settle for anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyouhappybeingsinglequiz/"&gt;Are You Happy Being Single?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaahhhhh. can't believe it. faints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Lavender&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorpurpleareyouquiz/lavender.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a sweet person with a very soft personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People become easily entranced with you. They seem to glow around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a quiet energy that can keep you active late into the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you aren't the life of the party, you definitely keep the party going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatcolorpurpleareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Purple Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lavender...hmmm....smells nice. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Little Messy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoumessyquiz/messy-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't the cleanest person in the world, but you're definitely not a slob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You clean up when you have the time, but you're realistic about what you can get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, you're pretty organized and tidy - though you may have a few hidden messes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You eventually get around to making things spotless, but you do it on your own schedule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyoumessyquiz/"&gt;Are You Messy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyyy. i have ocd about my organised messes. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Argentina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcountryareyouquiz/argentina.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a set of contradictions, and it often seems like you live in two worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are introspective yet outgoing. You are modern yet traditional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are warm and honest. Your life is petty much an open book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a hard worker, and you don't mind putting in long hours. And then you'll go party til dawn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatcountryareyouquiz/"&gt;What Country Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummm....ok....nice undies:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 53% Open&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howopenareyouquiz/open-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a fairly open person, but you also like to maintain your privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You definitely will tell all (okay, almost all) to your closest friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But strangers and acquaintances only get a peek into your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howopenareyouquiz/"&gt;How Open Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;commentless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Envy Quotient: 56%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howmuchenvydoyouhavequiz/envy-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an envious person, but only at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps certain situations trigger your envy. Or maybe you're especially jealous when you're feeling insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of letting that green monster out, work on making your own life better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then maybe people will be envious of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howmuchenvydoyouhavequiz/"&gt;How Much Envy Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalala~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Not Prissy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howprissyareyouquiz/prissy-1.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the furthest thing from a princess - and you probably stay far away from any princess types you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have an easygoing approach to living. It doesn't take a lot to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when life requires it, you're ready to get your hand a little dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no problem you're too prissy to tackle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howprissyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Prissy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahahahahaha! makes me thing of that day me and parveen were being totally bimbo. yes i soo know dahling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Passionate Kisser&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/kissingstylequiz/passionate-kisser.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the most likely type to kiss a sexy stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kissing style is unpredictable and free spirited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could kiss anyone at a drop of a hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about where your passion leads you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/kissingstylequiz/"&gt;What's Your Kissing Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Realist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouanoptimistorpessimistquiz/realist.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't see the glass as half empty or half full. You see what's exactly in the glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never try to make a bad situation seem better than it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you also never sabotage any good things you have going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are brutally honest in your assessments of situations - and this always seems to help you cope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyouanoptimistorpessimistquiz/"&gt;Are You An Optimist or Pessimist?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyyyy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are a Rocker Girl!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/rocker-girl.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have musical talent, you've got a talent for picking out great CD's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music rules your life - and you've got the best MP3 collection of anyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many guys find you intimidating, but a select few think you're the catch of a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start hanging out in more used record stores, and you'll find love with a fellow rocker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish!! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's a 35% Chance That You Need Therapy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/doyouneedtherapyquiz/therapy-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may need therapy, but you're probably doing okay at working out your own problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, you are able to solve any troubles that come up. But there's no harm in talking to a professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/doyouneedtherapyquiz/"&gt;Do You Need Therapy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't say i told you but......i told you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are An Attention Seeker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouanattentionwhorequiz/attention-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're only human, so you can't help but want a little attention every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love the spotlight, but only when it's well deserved. You'd hate to be known for the wrong thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you also don't mind sharing the spotlight. You can easily give someone else credit or a complement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know there's enough attention to go around, and it makes you happy when your friends shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You come across as: Friendly and interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People may wrongly think you're: A little more modest than you actually are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyouanattentionwhorequiz/"&gt;Are You An Attention Whore?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. lols. -hides in closet for million billion thousand and ten and one years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Skin Deep Sweetheart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouavaingirlquiz/skin-deep-sweetheart.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be supermodel gorgeous or a plain Jane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really doesn't matter, because you're confident and secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't go out looking like a slob, but you are low maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have better things to worry about than whether your nails are the right shade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyouavaingirlquiz/"&gt;Are You a Vain Girl?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahaha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Navy Blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorblueareyouquiz/navy-blue.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a true adventurer. You constantly find yourself drawn to new experiences, people, and places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you feel quite scattered and bored. If something exciting isn't going on, you feel a bit lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatcolorblueareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Blue Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually navy is nice...but i don't like the picture. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Five Variable Love Profile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thefivevariablelovetest/love.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Propensity for Monogamy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your propensity for monogamy is high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find it easy to be devoted and loyal to one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in return, you expect the same from who you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any sign of straying, and you'll end things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience Level:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your experience level is high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've loved, lost, and loved again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have had a wide range of love experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the real thing comes along, you know it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dominance is high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's your way or the highway when it comes to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to be very involved in your sweetie's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No question, you like to be the one calling the shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cynicism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your cynicism is low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an eternal optimist when it comes to love and romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times you've been hurt - you're never bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe in one true love, your perfect soulmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you haven't found true love yet, you know you will soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your independence is low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't mean you're dependent in relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does mean that you don't have any problem sharing your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your opinion, the best part of being in love is being together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/thefivevariablelovetest/"&gt;The Five Variable Love Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 20% Shy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howshyareyouquiz/shy-1.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't shy at all, in fact, you're probably quite outgoing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are comfortable in almost any social situation, no matter how difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howshyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Shy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personally i disagree, it's just the way this quis was done. "are you afraid of public speaking?" duh but i do pretty well when i'm actually doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Inner Muse is Thalia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatmuseareyouquiz/thalia.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most like this playful muse of comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is all about laughter to you, and you're a natural comic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make people laugh until their sides split.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're always up for some play time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatmuseareyouquiz/"&gt;What Muse Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. THALIAAAA. faints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are A Woman!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouagirlorawomanquiz/woman.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you've made it to adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're emotionally mature, responsible, and unlikely to act out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You accept that life is hard - and do your best to keep things upbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes you the perfect girlfriend... or even wife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyouagirlorawomanquiz/"&gt;Are You A Girl Or a Woman?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Night Person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouamorningpersonornightpersonquiz/night.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, there's nothing worse than having to get up and moving early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you probably don't hit your peak until well after the sun has set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if your struggling to make it on a normal schedule, realize it's not your fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just weren't meant to do anything during the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyouamorningpersonornightpersonquiz/"&gt;Are You a Morning Person or Night Person?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TOLD YOU I WAS AN INSOMNIAC. thankyouverymuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People Envy Your Compassion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/compassion.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a kind heart and an unusual empathy for all living creatures. You tend to absorb others' happiness and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People envy your compassion, and more importantly, the connections it helps you build. And compassionate as you are, you feel for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Do People Envy About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Heart is Blue and Purple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatarethecolorsofyourheartquiz/bluepurple.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is enticing and enchanting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are charismatic, larger than life, and fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bring fantasy and romance to relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're good at making someone ordinary seem extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatarethecolorsofyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are the Colors of Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg lovesssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Friend is a Little Fake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/isyourbestgirlfriendfakequiz/fake-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friend is only human, even if she's not the most loyal or truest friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realize your friend's limitations, and see what you have as a casual friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/isyourbestgirlfriendfakequiz/"&gt;Is Your Best Girl Friend Fake?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's nice to know. gonna do it again, based on someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well it's the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Sometimes Hold a Grudge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/doyouholdagrudgequiz/grudge-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't exactly vengeful, but you're not going to forget when someone wrongs you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you'll forgive the small things, you don't hand out too many second chances to people who really screw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/doyouholdagrudgequiz/"&gt;Do You Hold a Grudge?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well it's 11.15 and there's school tmr. i'm so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice life.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-5083805741567236597</id><published>2008-09-05T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T08:23:47.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5th sept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;warmups:&lt;br /&gt;work on accent &amp;amp; staccato for triplets&lt;br /&gt;push air for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; notes&lt;br /&gt;pulsing&lt;br /&gt;work on tonguing for low notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AR:&lt;br /&gt;whole song - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;clear&lt;/span&gt; notes and tonguing, pulse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ss&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;M&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ss&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bars&lt;br /&gt;3,5,6 accent&lt;br /&gt;4 attack, then lighten&lt;br /&gt;29 short notes, don't overblow &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;esp a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, take short quick breath&lt;br /&gt;36+ don't underblow. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;air&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;56-71 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PULSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71-73 holding note, MUST be in tune. (1 person play?)&lt;br /&gt;75 1st horns get pitch from woodwinds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;76 expressive, note tuning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; (counter melody, CANNOT DISAPPEAR)&lt;br /&gt;79-81 cannot lose rythm, once lost all die&lt;br /&gt;86 chords&lt;br /&gt;stopped horn = put hand in (like mute) tune with hand inside, make sure hand placement is fixed everytime&lt;br /&gt;113 play out&lt;br /&gt;120-137 off beats&lt;br /&gt;158-163 v. impt horn and alto sax&lt;br /&gt;196-213 watch tempo, rythm&lt;br /&gt;213 end - 214 SILENCE&lt;br /&gt;238 - end tonguing, rythm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;score study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Ps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;passion&lt;/span&gt; for band and your instrument&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;practice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; your instrument&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pencil&lt;/span&gt; on your stand always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;present&lt;/span&gt; for band pracs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;punctual&lt;/span&gt; for band pracs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good performance = tuning = sound = warmups (long tones)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing - in tune with left and right = whole band in tune&lt;br /&gt;make notes on score, more notes better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done. finally. ok. fainting now. night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-5083805741567236597?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5083805741567236597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=5083805741567236597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/5083805741567236597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/5083805741567236597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/5th-sept.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-5677559174184633780</id><published>2008-09-05T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T08:06:53.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today...was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i hear the house theme song. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah. i went for band...from 8-6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up in the morning feeling nauseus. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with a major headache. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent like fifteen minutes sitting next to the toilet feeling like puking but with nothing to puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept at like 3 + am the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm a confirmed insomniac. (however you spell?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm sniffing like dunno what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and can't blow my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i've blown it soooo many times already that it hurts even when i breathe through my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my terminal illness is back. sadddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot alot alot alot of things to work on today for AR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yijun said that we improved alot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a. is becoming like c.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huimin i need you back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm being selfish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like when you're here i don't appreciate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you're sick now and i want you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrrrr. feel so crap now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna do another post on what we learnt today in band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i've got nothing else to post about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-5677559174184633780?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5677559174184633780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=5677559174184633780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/5677559174184633780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/5677559174184633780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/today.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-5615461572049639880</id><published>2008-09-03T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T08:26:17.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg. today = total embarassment on the way to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like major bad &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fringe was like curling the wrong way...my stupid belt kept dropping off...my uniform was totally screwed...and i looked like a christmas tree with my horn and KFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i finally had this great idea to use my new shuffle to clip my belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thank god it worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then cos darling elizabeth asked me to buy lunch for her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i got onto the bus to sch i was like in a total mess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was this group of i think gan eng seng guys at the back of the bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not even good looking, really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they were so obviously talking about moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i got off the bus they actually turned around and looked at moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like omg. no life. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my darling sl huimin was sick today, and alex was trapped at home like i was. and pat had to leave early for tuition...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i spent 2 hrs of sectionals alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh well. got some proper practice in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate sea songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as in the song called sea songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm being chased off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-5615461572049639880?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5615461572049639880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=5615461572049639880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/5615461572049639880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/5615461572049639880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-3290321451083012218</id><published>2008-08-31T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T04:14:21.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"why aren't you listening to me??!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. what's the use of listening if i already know what you're gonna say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every bloody time you open your mouth, it's to insult me, to scold me, to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nitpick&lt;/span&gt; at every little thing i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wait. you nitpick at my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;existance&lt;/span&gt;. i don't even need to do anything, just even being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt; is bad enough for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah it was easier when you had two kids. then why the bloody hell did you have me? what; was there a huge sale on viagra so you decided to try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every day of my life, you make me wanna just walk out that door and go over the edge. literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet you'd probably still blame me for putting you through funeral costs and cleaning up the walkway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm telling you now. when i kill myself, just bloody burn me and throw me into some river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some reservoir if you don't have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-3290321451083012218?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3290321451083012218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=3290321451083012218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/3290321451083012218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/3290321451083012218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-arent-you-listening-to-me-well.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-2283156644416768993</id><published>2008-08-29T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T20:56:33.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aaaahhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;just finished one hour of physics with mabel.&lt;br /&gt;she's quite cute...and can't write backwards.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's my bro's friend (i didn't even know he had any)&lt;br /&gt;and lives in sembawang.&lt;br /&gt;and can't do bio.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she's really good.&lt;br /&gt;and her physics textbook like like&lt;br /&gt;-faints-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a kazillion billion million thousand hundred ten and one pages long.&lt;br /&gt;go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anywayssss.&lt;br /&gt;i finally understand something.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for that to be possible in one hour,&lt;br /&gt;she's pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks mabel&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-2283156644416768993?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2283156644416768993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=2283156644416768993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;it wasn't the last.&lt;br /&gt;and now one year later&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to ask&lt;br /&gt;if you still loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but without me even asking&lt;br /&gt;you told me the answer&lt;br /&gt;you wanted me to stop what i was doing&lt;br /&gt;and give up on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but don't you see that i can't do that&lt;br /&gt;i just can't detatch myself like you&lt;br /&gt;i need to know now.&lt;br /&gt;if it's all or nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all or nothing.&lt;br /&gt;it's up to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-8956512743456921957?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8956512743456921957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=8956512743456921957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/8956512743456921957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/8956512743456921957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-26.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-6072753780587927817</id><published>2008-08-19T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T08:57:13.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what's wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;everything that i aim for&lt;br /&gt;everything that i wish for&lt;br /&gt;just seems to crash down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need you to choose,&lt;br /&gt;it's all or nothing.&lt;br /&gt;either i leave you alone&lt;br /&gt;forever.&lt;br /&gt;or you accept that you like me&lt;br /&gt;for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; i am&lt;br /&gt;not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-6072753780587927817?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6072753780587927817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=6072753780587927817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/6072753780587927817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/6072753780587927817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/08/whats-wrong-with-me-everything-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-7837747770627103374</id><published>2008-07-29T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T06:48:49.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohmygosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past two days have been totally fun and great. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it could be because of guilt, but it could be real. but anyway, i'm enjoying it while it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love s.p.a.s. omg. spas as in spastic. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i shall shut up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but imagine if we had a 't' and an 'i' and a 'c'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...trisha (no way), i...(non existant), c...cassandra? but she's happy in her own clique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. haha. maybe one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i'm bored...so gonna spam random people. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. good luck to those &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fortunate&lt;/span&gt; spam-ees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. spamees. okok bye:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.49  29/7/08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-7837747770627103374?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7837747770627103374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=7837747770627103374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/7837747770627103374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/7837747770627103374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/ohmygosh.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-1419318327968420400</id><published>2008-07-27T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T08:01:58.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's a limit to everything, even fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i usually take all your crap like it doesn't matter, but no.1, it does. and no. 2, like sueann told me before, i don't do anything. that's cos i can't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please. you've slapped me, verbally abused me, humiliated me and all that. i have so much things against you if i wanted i could get you sent into a girls home. and i have witnesses and other people who've experienced the same thing. but i don't. cos i get it, you're the prima donna. i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when you do smt personal, like what you did on saturday, then you're a real crap shit bitch. i tell you things cos i think you're my friends. yeah maybe a joke sometimes is fun. but what you did is just fucking stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b took my phone, yeah. but she looked at harmless pictures. you were the one who was all sms sms sms. and send to so and so send send send. b and an were just following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, to all the people who were there but didn't do anything, to tell the truth, i was close to tears. maybe you thought we were just playing. maybe you thought that she wouldn't really do it. or maybe you didn't even give a crap. but i thought you all were my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sueann, i told you about him because i trusted you to keep a secret, not tell it to the whole class. like i said, a small joke in front of me and parveen (the only other person who &lt;s&gt;knew&lt;/s&gt;) is ok. but not out loud in the middle of class, esp in front of people i can't completely utterly trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you read this, please don't do it again. both of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-1419318327968420400?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1419318327968420400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=1419318327968420400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/1419318327968420400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/1419318327968420400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/theres-limit-to-everything-even-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-7029506352830485640</id><published>2008-07-23T06:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T06:35:44.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGH. WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM???!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just because i believe that if i've made a commitment before, if smt else comes up then &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; is secondary to my &lt;strong&gt;original&lt;/strong&gt; commitment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other people come up with different &lt;strong&gt;FAKE&lt;/strong&gt; excuses everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you accept it. why? because it's different EVERY TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i give you a &lt;strong&gt;HONEST&lt;/strong&gt; reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you don't accept it. why? because it's the same EVERYTIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello? are you stupid or smt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i can say that i believe in smt, and &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; change my mind, it means it's TRUE. it means i won't change just cos you call me a lazy bitch. it means i won't throw down everything and do your stupid project with you whenever you want me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah the rest of you have to sacrifice too. i get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you don't care about the things that you miss. "oh i don't go for CCA, ok i'll just go next week."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for me, i think "if i don't go today, what will i miss out on? can i catch up if i go next week?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah ok fine. maybe you think i'm obsessed. so what? it's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may hate me because i'm commited to what i believe in achieveing, but i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because in the end, you're the one losing out. not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so go have a good life in your own fucked up way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'll live my life my own way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-7029506352830485640?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7029506352830485640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=7029506352830485640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/7029506352830485640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/7029506352830485640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-4402822705265193149</id><published>2008-07-22T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T08:37:50.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was like emoing a little today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so did this in science class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where amelia was gettig high over the fact that she was cutting out metal spirals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. it's not done though...but i think this is the best so far. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said&lt;br /&gt;i know you're thinking things&lt;br /&gt;inside your heart and head&lt;br /&gt;things with meanings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought&lt;br /&gt;if you really did&lt;br /&gt;then you'd be distraught&lt;br /&gt;thinking "what's wrong with this kid?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you thought&lt;br /&gt;that i wasn't open enough&lt;br /&gt;and everytime we fought&lt;br /&gt;"don't wanna talk" was a bluff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say&lt;br /&gt;everytime i open up&lt;br /&gt;sooner or later one day&lt;br /&gt;(couldn't think of any appropriate thing that rhymes with 'up')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know&lt;br /&gt;the world isn't ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's all i've done. haha. i did from 2nd stanza line 2 to the 'end' at the bus stop waiting for my dad. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i need more sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so night people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-4402822705265193149?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4402822705265193149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=4402822705265193149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/4402822705265193149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/4402822705265193149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-song-was-like-emoing-little-today.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-7857239712781503543</id><published>2008-07-20T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T09:38:41.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lalas. i'm being smothered by boring music. x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and heatstroke. x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no longer a termial illness. hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got so freaked out by rust on one of the horns cos i thought that it was metal eating bugs or smt... and if bugs can eat metal...they can eat................MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. X.X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm being lame. but yeah. i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got high blood pressure and almost a heartattack cos my bio is due like at 12.00 and i was rushing it at 11.30 +. then when i wanted to send my stupid hotmail had some prob. then i was like fainting and scrambling all over the place then suddenly can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i managed to send before 12, in case you're wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i can't keep sneezing. and everytime i sneeze, cos i squeeze my nose...so theres like this high squeaky noise in my ears. and now my ears AND nose hurt. x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm gonna watch KUNGFU PANDA on DVD :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it rocks having a dad who works in china. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttyl people. have a good life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-7857239712781503543?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7857239712781503543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=7857239712781503543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/7857239712781503543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/7857239712781503543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/lalas.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-4166347860238224409</id><published>2008-07-13T21:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T21:14:13.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm dying of a terminal illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm forever sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i love you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't miss me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-4166347860238224409?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4166347860238224409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=4166347860238224409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/4166347860238224409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/4166347860238224409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-dying-of-terminal-illness.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-4385514876781354449</id><published>2008-06-26T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T06:11:27.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg i FINALLY got illogical back. yayayayayayayayyyyyyy. hahaha. okok. it's like the ONLY story i finished. in 25 pages can you believe? haha. anywayyyy...it's TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGG for me to type out tonight...but don't worry you'll see it soon enough. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ACSJ band boys are so cute la!! haha. they went to china for a band competition. then miss tan and mr wong went with them. then miss tan say that when they climb the GWOC they're like mountain goats...running up all the way. then when coming down cos the steps not even they're like 'boink boink runrunrun boink boink boink.' LOL. and miss tan was dying...=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when they went shopping and they bargained...like SUPER CUTE OK. they got alot alot alot of money la...but they take out all and put it away first except for like 10RMB. then they go shopping. then like example one thing 80RMB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they go to the auntie and say 'auntie...i'm only a small primary school kid...very young...can give me less? :D:D' then the auntie right away become 40 RMB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRO RIGHT? but still not happy. so they will say 'okok i check my wallet.' then come out....'auntie...i only 10 dollars...can give me please?' then give the sad sad face. then from 40RMB become like 10RMB la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. i wish i could do that. :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i hope they had fun and all. and of course played well. and i DEFINITELY wish that STCBand can someday go overseas too...while i'm still there of course. which is like...one and a half more years? haha. cos sec 4 i probably won't get to go...AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. haha. but i can't wait for SYF. and at the same time i'm worried, of course. but the person who should be most worried is ling yi. cos she's the only trombonist left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really the trombone sec1s are...A.M.A.Z.I.N.G. especially crystal. she plays GREAT but she's shy so she play softly. which is a great pity...haha. and of course my own section juniors are great too :D really. i'm not just saying it. but still must continue to work hard. COME FOR SI PLEASE. hahahaha. anyway i've still got other work to do so i'll ttyl. see ya:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.6.08 9.11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-4385514876781354449?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4385514876781354449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=4385514876781354449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/4385514876781354449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/4385514876781354449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/omg-i-finally-got-illogical-back.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-1224928149056868628</id><published>2008-06-19T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T01:44:02.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went ice skating today. again. quite fun...but the BIG thing is...after going for like...10 times...without falling...today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i fell.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. haha. now my ass hurts like hell. still fun though. the ice was ok today...but super smooth. good for going backwards but not for falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like...right after they resurfaced the ice me, zhenwei and yx got right back on then i was going fast then suddenly i slipped and went like...BAM. then i slid along the wall before i stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT EVEN &lt;strong&gt;SOUNDS&lt;/strong&gt; PAINFUL RIGHT????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i was like 'WOW did i just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FALL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!?????!!!!!' LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway it was pretty great. saw BESSY too :D she still looks the same. haha. as in still looks as good. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i saw junyang. yeah the smelly BO irritating guy i was fighting with the whole p6 year cos of his fat ass...and in xue er you when he stupidly came to join. thank god i quitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. band's starting on monday...can't wait. but the only sad thing is, so is school. WHY CAN'T I BE HOME SCHOOLED OR SOMETHING? but still go for band of course. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah just remembered. the class outing shd have been today. the weather is great. abit hot in the morning about 11 plus but still. like yesterday we went for one hour plus and it started POURING. then lydia suggested going to IMM so me, parveen amelia and siyi RAN out in the POURING rain to the bus stop to call a cab. then the STUPID LADY ON THE PHONE said bus stop cannot so we had to RUN all the way BACK in the POURING RAIN. really like bathing. and freezing cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst thing is my bag was open. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best thing is my clothes weren't wet. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL ok. so we went to IMM walked in circles trying to find the stupid toilet and finally changed. dry warm clothes feel SO GREAT. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. but we still had fun. thanks mildred for organising it all... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok i'm bored. again. going to...do...something... i don't know what. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.43  19.06.08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-1224928149056868628?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1224928149056868628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=1224928149056868628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/1224928149056868628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/1224928149056868628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/went-ice-skating-today.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-6188818973458939005</id><published>2008-06-11T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T08:18:35.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg. something is wrong with my blogskin. again. i'm going to cry. the previous one i had..the black and white one something went wrong and couldn't see the &lt;strong&gt;words&lt;/strong&gt;. now that i finally found one that works, the &lt;strong&gt;picture&lt;/strong&gt; disappears. omg. i'm cursed or smt. HELP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-6188818973458939005?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6188818973458939005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=6188818973458939005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/6188818973458939005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/6188818973458939005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-5797545573005156703</id><published>2008-06-06T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T09:29:57.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i watched ah long pt ltd last night when i couldn't sleep. omg it's so effing funny la. completely retarded but still funny. i was laughing the whole way. esp the ending part when the kids kidnapped all the ah long. then the old old guy kept talking dunno what lim bei bla bla bla threatening them. then the kids dump paint over his head. 3 times. LOL. super lmao. and the bit when they had to climb into a pond of poo in the forest was SUPER funny. but it's so obviously NOT poo. just at the most mud. FAKE mud. pls la, they're stars...as if they'll let them soak in POO. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway. can't wait for band outing!! :D i'm the ORANGE team. lols. but my orange tee is siian's. so it's HUGE. haha. not really...just a bit long and the sleeves are too baggy. but i'm rolling them up anyway...don't want tshirt tan. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh. i'm so boreddddd. there's no one to talk tooooooooooooooooooo. sianzzzzzz...i'm playing Zohan's spa while i think or crappy things to talk about. lols. every single client looks like a MONKEY. like really. long long hair, and HUGE MONKEY ears. and they're either sikh (the turban) or old ladies with HUGE afros. haha. the game is so crap but i'm so bored i'm playing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 12. 30 so i'm gonna sleep now. night people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.30 7/5/08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-5797545573005156703?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5797545573005156703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=5797545573005156703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/5797545573005156703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/5797545573005156703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-watched-ah-long-pt-ltd-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-8226972344471779255</id><published>2008-05-27T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T08:44:58.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NEW STORYYYYY(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols. i started it in maths olympiad. come on, it was a TWO AND A HALF HOUR paper. i tried for about...ten minutes...wasted time doing '4 black balls 4 white balls 2 red balls arrange them in a line so the colours don't repeat.' i got 22. (: i bet it's wrong. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. my story. names are all random. Blaire was from serena(: haha. yep. enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            ‘Aaaaaaaahhhhhh! My eyes!! Maria, go away!! You’re burning my eyes! Arghhh!!!’ Matt fell to the floor, clutching his eyes and rolling.&lt;br /&gt;                ‘Oh man…that was GREAT! Oh man….” John bent over, slapped his leg and laughed as Maria ran off in tears.&lt;br /&gt;                ‘Please. The stupid beotch deserves it anyway. We left school like, what? Five minutes earlier? Lessons were out anyway. God, what is her problem?’ Courtney rolled her eyes and flicked her perfect honey-blonde hair over her shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;                ‘Oh my god, yeah! I missed skate practice because of that stupid detention. If I lose the championship and my seventh year record to that snobby Russian fourteen year old she’s dead.’ Blaire scowled.&lt;br /&gt;                ‘Mee-ow. Haha. But there’s no way you’re losing. You’re way too hot.’ Daniel teased and slipped his arm around her waist.&lt;br /&gt;                ‘Ew. Please guys, not here! Get a room or something.’ Josie pulled a face and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;                ‘Gladly.’ Daniel laughed and swept Blaire into his arms. ‘But first could we get to lunch?’&lt;br /&gt;                The group laughed and headed to the cafeteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Zeke looked around at her posse. Blaire, David, Courtney, Drew, Brady, Haley, Josie, John, Matt and her. They took up two tables on the balcony, not because there were so many of them, but because they were larger than life. She could still remember when it was just Blaire, Josie and her. Then Matt had kissed her after a calculus class and Josie started to hang out with Courtney – more like copy her, but then again they all did, - and the three of them got pulled to the top.&lt;br /&gt;               Haley and Brady, the Brangelina seniors of their school. The hottest guy with the smoky smile and sculpted body going out with the fairy like beauty of the school with her waterfall of white-blonde hair and clear blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;               Courtney and Drew, the two directly behind them always. Courtney and Haley had been friends since preschool but were totally different. Haley was the quiet, but still fun beauty you noticed first for her looks, while Courtney was the outgoing blonde cheerleader who snatched your attention the moment you paused drooling over Haley.&lt;br /&gt;               Blaire and Daniel were the most agreeable couple ever. Every single thing they agreed on, even if they really didn’t want to. It was kinda freaky sometimes, when they agreed on something totally ridiculous just because they wanted to. But it got quite gross when they started being all lovey-dovey, or quite sweet. You never saw one without the other.&lt;br /&gt;               Josie and John on the other hand, were the two who never ever ever stopped fighting. About every two weeks, Josie would either come to them crying about what a jerk John was, or John would come with serious eye bags and no appetite at all. Then you’d see the two of them going with some other people for a while, making a huge deal of showing off in front of each other. Then, finally one of them’d blow up and start a yelling match in school, which would end in Josie crying, John apologizing, and eventually them getting back together again.&lt;br /&gt;               Finally, Matt and Zeke. She was the only one with black hair in the group, and he had white hair due to some DNA problem he had as a kid. Every time people saw them together, they’d say that he brightened her up and she made him more serene. It was true in a way, she was the one who worked the hardest in the group, and made sure Matt passed his subjects. He was the one who made her shine, brought her up to popularity. Everyone, even Courtney reckoned that they would take over Haley and Brady’s place after they graduated, even Haley and Brady. Matt was already assistant captain of the hockey team, so he would definitely take over Brady. Zeke was as unique and beautiful as Haley, not in the same way, but she still had the same presence.&lt;br /&gt;               ‘hey Zeke. You feeling ok?’ Matt asked, concerned.&lt;br /&gt;               ‘huh? Oh. Um yeah. Just…thinking.’&lt;br /&gt;               ‘hmm. Thinking about…your new boyfriend?’&lt;br /&gt;               Zeke rolled her eyes and scoffed. ‘Please. Who else would I go out with?’&lt;br /&gt;               ‘oh I don’t know…I saw you laughing with James Zlenko from your extra credit session.’&lt;br /&gt;               ‘yeah, which you only found out after you made out with his twin sister Jeannie.’&lt;br /&gt;               The tables all cracked up at Matt’s shocked face. His eyes were huge and he kept opening and closing his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;               ‘she owned you man!’ John threw a paper ball at Matt’s head.&lt;br /&gt;               ‘come on! It was once! Last year!’&lt;br /&gt;               ‘I know I know…relax. Unless…you’re guilty…’ Zeke raised an eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;               ‘NO WAY. Come on, babe. You know I wouldn’t…’&lt;br /&gt;               ‘you’d better not. You want my fries?’&lt;br /&gt;               ‘is that a peace offering?’&lt;br /&gt;               ‘maybe. If you do your calculus homework.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's how far i've gotten...most of it is inspired by Jodi Picoult's ninteen minutes. haha. but trust me, no crazy shooters or trials in my story. haha. anyway. i'm tired. it's 11.44. ok. night people. see you all soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.46 27/5/08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-8226972344471779255?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8226972344471779255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=8226972344471779255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/8226972344471779255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/8226972344471779255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-storyyyyy-lols.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-7182898693551689929</id><published>2008-05-17T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T08:23:18.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aaaahhh. finally. finally after half a million years i got to use the com AND internet. haha.&lt;br /&gt;a whole lot happened. S.P.A.M. has become S.P.A.M.S.S.S. SileaParveenAmeilaMariaSankariSueannSiyi. haha. a whole lot of 's'es. haha. 's'es...asses...'s'es...HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i got my SA1 marks back...except lit.&lt;br /&gt;66 for english, B3&lt;br /&gt;74 for chinese, one mark away from A1, sadly&lt;br /&gt;80 for maths, A1&lt;br /&gt;78 for science, A1&lt;br /&gt;53 for geog. VERY sadly a C6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if this were o levels i would have gotten 9 pts. and i'd probably get B4 or if i'm luck b3 for lit so...13 or 12. hmm. not good. i gotta pull up my GEOG. faints. i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HATE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; GEOG. no offence to goeg teachers, i just do. besides the fact that we hade our dead town in geog...and ate ice....and a whole lot of lame stuff, i really hate it.&lt;br /&gt;i just hope i still can do well for history. then the next 2 terms will be a whole lot better.&lt;br /&gt;-bleah- i've finally got the chance to blabber all i want and all i can talk about is my marks. something's wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. oh yeah. if any sec 1s read this, on thursday band drills, i'm gonna test you all section by section. i would test you one by one if we had time but there are so many of you, and only fifteen minutes. (: haha. i know i'm evil. but you'll better get prepared...my advice is to stay back for a while on tuesday and watch the seniors fall in. hopefully we'll do well enough for you to refresh your memory. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...i'm not going to be able to sleep tonight cos my mom is turning on the aircon for once and i can't sleep if it's too cold. faints. ok wish me luck. night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17/05/08  11.24&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-7182898693551689929?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7182898693551689929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=7182898693551689929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/7182898693551689929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/7182898693551689929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/aaaahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-4353458444307475867</id><published>2008-04-25T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T06:10:42.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY PARVEEN!!!!! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;WE LOVE YOU :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ENJOY YOUR BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;AND STAY HAPPY ALWAYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haha. today we celebrated parveen's birthday. everyone was going 'happy birthday parveen' and she was like 'IT'S NOT MY BIRTHDAY!!!' hahahaha. but me and sueann rock man. we got her the bestest best best present EVER. presentS actually (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;cheers parveen. happy birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&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/37282148-4353458444307475867?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-8174672492254783315</id><published>2008-04-20T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T23:52:52.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just did a tabulation of my songs. i have...drumroll please....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twelve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. twelve. 2 unfinished. so...ten plus half plus half = eleven actually. but whatever. my songs usually have something to do with my life. except for a few that i just felt like writing. but yeah. my close friends would know what was happening from my songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that whenever i want it to rain&lt;br /&gt;to wash away my pains&lt;br /&gt;into the drain,&lt;br /&gt;it never does?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when i stop wishing&lt;br /&gt;'cos there's no use hoping&lt;br /&gt;for rain, that little something,&lt;br /&gt;it pours down on me like a curse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we let ourselves be critiqued by others,&lt;br /&gt;by all those fuddy dudders&lt;br /&gt;who hide behind their fake smiles.&lt;br /&gt;it's like they're keeping a 'you' file&lt;br /&gt;everything bad is talked about for days,&lt;br /&gt;but anything good is simply brushed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have they all been cursed&lt;br /&gt;to see only the worst&lt;br /&gt;in everyone but themselves?&lt;br /&gt;they all think they're so great&lt;br /&gt;and have the rights to rate&lt;br /&gt;and make people's lives into hells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do all i can for my friends,&lt;br /&gt;they deposit all their problems into my hands.&lt;br /&gt;but when i can't help&lt;br /&gt;they throw me aside like i never felt&lt;br /&gt;hurt when they said 'why don't you go on home'&lt;br /&gt;and meant 'just leave us alone'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are these the people whom i call friends?'&lt;br /&gt;cos sometimes they treat me like a fiend.&lt;br /&gt;they make me wanna say to the world, bye.&lt;br /&gt;i think I'll just go die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could fly&lt;br /&gt;to my troubles i'd say bye.&lt;br /&gt;all those i cared about,&lt;br /&gt;and all those who pushed me out&lt;br /&gt;i'll leave them for a place&lt;br /&gt;and live alone for all my days&lt;br /&gt;no cliques, no populars.&lt;br /&gt;no bitching, no losers.&lt;br /&gt;all i'll have is the sky,&lt;br /&gt;and me, myself and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more perfect little child&lt;br /&gt;no more caring about styles.&lt;br /&gt;no more running&lt;br /&gt;no more hiding&lt;br /&gt;i'll scream jump run&lt;br /&gt;till the day's done&lt;br /&gt;i'll do what i wanna do&lt;br /&gt;and stop when i want to&lt;br /&gt;i'll sleep all day and play all night,&lt;br /&gt;do what i think is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that's just dreamland,&lt;br /&gt;but i'll do what i can&lt;br /&gt;i'm already partway there&lt;br /&gt;so there's not much left to bear.&lt;br /&gt;even at home,i'm alone&lt;br /&gt;i'm like a maid&lt;br /&gt;they wish i was dead&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes...i do too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i gotta keep living, keep staying strong&lt;br /&gt;cos i know taking a life is just wrong.&lt;br /&gt;it's written in the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;the strongest for survival.&lt;br /&gt;you may not be happy at my arrival,&lt;br /&gt;but i gotta stay strong, and move along.&lt;br /&gt;i gotta tell myselfgoing away to dreamland won't help,&lt;br /&gt;you gotta save yourself,&lt;br /&gt;and i ain't gonna say nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna slap you more than her&lt;br /&gt;i wondered if we were friends, you said der.&lt;br /&gt;but what's happening now?&lt;br /&gt;it's almost like we had a row&lt;br /&gt;you're completely leaving me&lt;br /&gt;tho you know i just can't bealone for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll start to shut down, to go wrong&lt;br /&gt;my breath comes fast&lt;br /&gt;in a frenzy to find you, rush rush rush.&lt;br /&gt;then when i finally do, you act like everything's cool&lt;br /&gt;then you suddenly talk to the nerd&lt;br /&gt;she's so soft she's barely heard.&lt;br /&gt;a month ago you were totally ignoring her&lt;br /&gt;upon sight, you went 'ee-yer'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now you've got a new pet&lt;br /&gt;she's your runner, your rat.&lt;br /&gt;who was there for you&lt;br /&gt;when there was nothing you could do&lt;br /&gt;who was it&lt;br /&gt;ask yourself, think for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;use your brain for once&lt;br /&gt;and stop this stupid childish dance&lt;br /&gt;between friends and fiends&lt;br /&gt;who shared your losses, your wins?&lt;br /&gt;i wanna slap you both, but first i'll swear an oath&lt;br /&gt;to slap you more than her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really felt anything for you&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted it so bad i told myself i do.&lt;br /&gt;but now it's over, and you're free to go to her.&lt;br /&gt;i guess all i was was an excuse,&lt;br /&gt;just something you used&lt;br /&gt;to show off how popular you were&lt;br /&gt;with her, her and her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so in love that i didn't notice&lt;br /&gt;all i wanted was that first kiss.&lt;br /&gt;instead or coming right out,&lt;br /&gt;you lead me about&lt;br /&gt;on a stupid idiotic dance&lt;br /&gt;without giving me a chance&lt;br /&gt;to see what a jerk you were.&lt;br /&gt;were and are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said you weren't sad,&lt;br /&gt;thinking it might make me feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;well, it didn't.&lt;br /&gt;never would nor couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;i realized something&lt;br /&gt;that once you know; you'll feel like a king.&lt;br /&gt;now that we're no longer...&lt;br /&gt;you know, together,&lt;br /&gt;you're free to date,&lt;br /&gt;without me turning you into shark bait,&lt;br /&gt;i guess I’ve made you happy,&lt;br /&gt;instead of feeling crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well,&lt;br /&gt;you can go burn in hell&lt;br /&gt;for all i care, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;but i still don't know why i was so silly&lt;br /&gt;to fall for you,&lt;br /&gt;of all people, you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do i have to do for you&lt;br /&gt;to look my way for a moment or two&lt;br /&gt;things were going along perfectly&lt;br /&gt;'till you said you needed to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;you said you couldn't hurt me&lt;br /&gt;and that we couldn't let things be&lt;br /&gt;well guess what, you did hurt me&lt;br /&gt;and i cried the whole night, in pain and expectancy&lt;br /&gt;for you to call me up again and say&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry, i love you for forever and a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you didn't call,&lt;br /&gt;not at all.&lt;br /&gt;we were at least i was so in love,&lt;br /&gt;i was on cloud nine, maybe way above.&lt;br /&gt;but then you had to say that,&lt;br /&gt;that that made me feel so down, so bad.&lt;br /&gt;you pulled me out and threw me down,&lt;br /&gt;in a sea of emotions i drowned.&lt;br /&gt;you told me not to cry,&lt;br /&gt;when to our relationship you said bye&lt;br /&gt;what kind of fool are you,&lt;br /&gt;to think i'd actually be able not to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i prayed so hard last night&lt;br /&gt;wanting for everything to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;why did you have to end it all&lt;br /&gt;leaving me aside like some old rag doll?&lt;br /&gt;i loved you, you said you loved me&lt;br /&gt;so why couldn't leave things be?&lt;br /&gt;if you didn't feel much for me,&lt;br /&gt;why'd you call me your baby&lt;br /&gt;i've been led on before,&lt;br /&gt;then, in my face, he slammed the door.&lt;br /&gt;was this just revenge, payback&lt;br /&gt;for all the things i lacked?&lt;br /&gt;or for how i broke your friend's heart.&lt;br /&gt;well, you tore mine apart,&lt;br /&gt;so thanks very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say you miss a 'she'&lt;br /&gt;do i even dare to dream that it's me?&lt;br /&gt;don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, by the way,&lt;br /&gt;let's still stay friends ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said it was your fault&lt;br /&gt;and explained it all, clear like a lightning&lt;br /&gt;you didn't wanna hurt me,&lt;br /&gt;but that kindness i couldn't see.&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm sorry,&lt;br /&gt;and hoping you'll accept my apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was simply selfish,&lt;br /&gt;wanting every single petty wish&lt;br /&gt;and when i didn't get it,&lt;br /&gt;i bit off your head&lt;br /&gt;i got angry,&lt;br /&gt;and the person to blame is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, like i said,&lt;br /&gt;don't wish you were dead.&lt;br /&gt;cos my heart'd break&lt;br /&gt;as easy as porcelain, baked.&lt;br /&gt;i know we're over&lt;br /&gt;but i still feel for you, like duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so please, forgive me&lt;br /&gt;even though we can't be&lt;br /&gt;you may say there's nothing to forgive&lt;br /&gt;but forgiveness goes two ways&lt;br /&gt;at least for me anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so think about what I’ve said&lt;br /&gt;but don't hurt your head.&lt;br /&gt;if you fall sick again,&lt;br /&gt;i'll throw you off the building with a crane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch the rain&lt;br /&gt;Flowing down the window&lt;br /&gt;And I feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;That I feel&lt;br /&gt;When I think of you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a superman&lt;br /&gt;But all I’ve got is me&lt;br /&gt;No one knows the me inside&lt;br /&gt;I’m not as happy as I seem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s like I’m the imperfection&lt;br /&gt;In an otherwise perfect world&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do is for attention?&lt;br /&gt;Please. Don’t make me hurl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a superman&lt;br /&gt;But all I’ve got is me&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is&lt;br /&gt;Be what I want to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t stop just because your heart is broken;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wait for things that will never be spoken.&lt;br /&gt;Keep up life will never stop to wait.&lt;br /&gt;Stand up It’s not the end, build a new fate.&lt;br /&gt;But don’t forget about all the memories.&lt;br /&gt;But remember that’s all they are, just hazy dreams.&lt;br /&gt;They can never be replaced inside your heart.&lt;br /&gt;But you can make new ones, make a new start.&lt;br /&gt;Just because it did not work out between you two.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t mean it will never work out for you.&lt;br /&gt;There is a whole world full of people to meet.&lt;br /&gt;So stand and go out and walk on your two feet.&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;Even all the evil doings and treason.&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on you’ll live to see a new day.&lt;br /&gt;You’ll find another and in their arms you’ll lay.&lt;br /&gt;You’ll realize you had to loose what you had before.&lt;br /&gt;To find what you had really been searching for,&lt;br /&gt;You’ll be so much happier then you ever were back then.&lt;br /&gt;So don’t cry, life goes on and you will be happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what’s wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;There’s something deep inside you see&lt;br /&gt;It makes me want to do bad things&lt;br /&gt;I’ve stained my once white angel wings&lt;br /&gt;My job handed to me from god himself&lt;br /&gt;Was to keep you happy and in good health&lt;br /&gt;That’s my job as your Guardian angel&lt;br /&gt;So what is wrong with me pray tell?&lt;br /&gt;I want to keep you happy and I want to keep you safe&lt;br /&gt;But for some reason I’m starting to loose my faith&lt;br /&gt;Faith in myself and what I believe&lt;br /&gt;And I no longer want to breathe&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather die than make you sad&lt;br /&gt;So unless I can stop being bad&lt;br /&gt;Stop this force inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;I’m afraid, my love, it’s time we part.&lt;br /&gt;Times have been so hard lately; I feel I’d lost myself&lt;br /&gt;I’d been thinking oh so selfishly and left you up on a shelf&lt;br /&gt;You were so out of my reach and I couldn’t bear to try&lt;br /&gt;To reach you ‘coz it seemed like you would only make me cry&lt;br /&gt;I was drowning in my own life, a sea of problems and fears&lt;br /&gt;But I forgot how you were always there to wait and dry my tears&lt;br /&gt;I was acting so conceited, I was acting so depressed&lt;br /&gt;It must have been so hard for you, you could easily have left&lt;br /&gt;But you always stood right by me, having faith in my missing heart&lt;br /&gt;When the day came that I found myself, tears did quickly start&lt;br /&gt;I felt so ashamed and sorry, but at the same time renewed&lt;br /&gt;I promise I’ll pay you back someday but for now I say, Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song is just not a song&lt;br /&gt;Without music and words to go along&lt;br /&gt;A mirror’s not a mirror if it does not show reflection&lt;br /&gt;I compass is not a compass if it does not show direction&lt;br /&gt;A light is just not a light&lt;br /&gt;When it does not shine bright&lt;br /&gt;A clock is not a clock when it does not tell the time&lt;br /&gt;A ruler not a ruler if it does not make a straight line&lt;br /&gt;The sky is just not the sky&lt;br /&gt;Without the sun and clouds up high&lt;br /&gt;A wedding is not a wedding when you do not have the ring&lt;br /&gt;A birds is not a bird when it does not have its wings&lt;br /&gt;And Love just is not Love without someone with whom to share&lt;br /&gt;Love is just not love when one person just does not care&lt;br /&gt;Love is just not love when one person makes the other cry&lt;br /&gt;Love is just not Love when one person always lies&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I’m leaving you I’ve had enough&lt;br /&gt;And what we have is just not Love&lt;br /&gt;A story is not a story when it has no words&lt;br /&gt;A voice is not a voice when it cannot be heard&lt;br /&gt;A person is not a person when it does not have a soul&lt;br /&gt;Everything has parts that make it a whole&lt;br /&gt;You can’t have Love when one person doesn’t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights ago, barely Monday&lt;br /&gt;I slashed my wrists…hey.&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t expect the blade to be so sharp&lt;br /&gt;Or for it to hurt so much&lt;br /&gt;But compared to what I felt just then&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t really hurt…or maybe I’m round the bend.&lt;br /&gt;When I didn’t see blood&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was a dud&lt;br /&gt;Like all the other times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the blood started to flow&lt;br /&gt;Gently, on it, I started to blow.&lt;br /&gt;Then the pain came&lt;br /&gt;It hurt like when needles rain&lt;br /&gt;All upon my skin&lt;br /&gt;I swept everything into the bin&lt;br /&gt;It hurt so much&lt;br /&gt;I can’t even touch&lt;br /&gt;it, for fear I burst out in pain.&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on Tuesday, i did it again&lt;br /&gt;this time there wasn't so much pain.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it was because i was getting numb&lt;br /&gt;or i was just being dumb.&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know anymore&lt;br /&gt;life is becoming even more of a bore&lt;br /&gt;now even the funniest joke&lt;br /&gt;weighs on my shoulders like a yoke&lt;br /&gt;that i can never again remove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the blood started to flow&lt;br /&gt;Gently, on it, I started to blow.&lt;br /&gt;Then the pain came&lt;br /&gt;It hurt like when needles rain&lt;br /&gt;All upon my skin&lt;br /&gt;I swept everything into the bin&lt;br /&gt;It hurt so much&lt;br /&gt;I can’t even touch&lt;br /&gt;it, for fear I burst out in pain.&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, i was getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;i felt like i was going to burst&lt;br /&gt;all my emotions&lt;br /&gt;just crying out for attention&lt;br /&gt;but not getting any&lt;br /&gt;not even from my favourite teddy&lt;br /&gt;all of them, i had to hide&lt;br /&gt;from the outside&lt;br /&gt;on which i appeared to have none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the blood started to flow&lt;br /&gt;Gently, on it, I started to blow.&lt;br /&gt;Then the pain came&lt;br /&gt;It hurt like when needles rain&lt;br /&gt;All upon my skin&lt;br /&gt;I swept everything into the bin&lt;br /&gt;It hurt so much&lt;br /&gt;I can’t even touch&lt;br /&gt;it, for fear I burst out in pain.&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight, Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;i stared at the scissors till i started to fray&lt;br /&gt;i shook my head and grabbed them&lt;br /&gt;and dragged it across my skin like slicing ham&lt;br /&gt;but this time round, i somehow couldn't do it.&lt;br /&gt;it did bleed, but just a tiny bit&lt;br /&gt;tiny drops of blood on my skin&lt;br /&gt;made me wanna plunge the scissors in&lt;br /&gt;deep. but i couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushed to the ground&lt;br /&gt;By the other kids&lt;br /&gt;Got kicked around&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere she could have hid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she always got up&lt;br /&gt;Her hair a thick veil&lt;br /&gt;And her hands cupped&lt;br /&gt;To catch the black tears of evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was among white swans&lt;br /&gt;a little sparrow so brown&lt;br /&gt;and so she had to run&lt;br /&gt;Get out of town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a gift&lt;br /&gt;that made people’s hair curl&lt;br /&gt;all it was was a rift&lt;br /&gt;between her and the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8, 9 and 10 don't really have anything to do with what happened in my life. i just wrote them. but the rest are all things that really happened. or close to. and i just realized i'm super showing off and have 3 hours to do 2 maths test papers. die. HELLPPPPPPPPPPPPPP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zero2.five3   two1/zero4/zero8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-8174672492254783315?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8174672492254783315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=8174672492254783315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/8174672492254783315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/8174672492254783315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-just-did-tabulation-of-my-songs.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-5361743790325882185</id><published>2008-04-20T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T21:07:27.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i wrote more of my song! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pushed to the ground&lt;br /&gt;By the other kids&lt;br /&gt;Got kicked around&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere she could have hid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she always got up&lt;br /&gt;Her hair a thick veil&lt;br /&gt;And her hands cupped&lt;br /&gt;To catch the black tears of evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was among white swans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;a little sparrow so brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and so she had to run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Get out of town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;She had a gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;that made people’s hair curl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;all it was was a rift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;between her and the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so emo right? haha. but it's kinda nice. still slowly thinking. btw it's COPYRIGHTED. ^^ thankyouverymuch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'm supposed to be doing maths. oops. haha. ok i'll go do it now. see ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1two.0seven   2one/0four/0eight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-5361743790325882185?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5361743790325882185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=5361743790325882185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/5361743790325882185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/5361743790325882185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-wrote-more-of-my-song-pushed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-7785151103019956514</id><published>2008-04-20T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T08:29:57.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial narrow;"&gt;i just found out that i was 'forgotten' cos unlike the rest of the world i don't revolve around someone, rather i revolve around what i think is more worth it. but whatever i don't want to start a fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;funfair sucked like hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;besides bern, the other 5 ppl who i paid tickets for didn't turn up. i used to have 80++ bucks. now i have ten. also cos i spent the remainder on brownie mix which i used to make 120 brownies of which one box was sold to mr francis thankyouverymuch and the rest sold for 3 for a dollar at the last half hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;at least my mom doesn't have to worry about me running away now that i'm broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;really i was tempted to occationally. those who know me know when.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;anyway. the dj booth was so fun. not. well it was ok. but stress. but still fun. ok i'm crapping. lala. we had about...200 dedications. we read about...60. LOL. sorry to all those we didn't read out...there was really no time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;blame the...cheerleading and bellydancing and...what else? you know. all the stuff that interupted the music. i knew we should have just left it on 987. FREE DJS. but whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;at the end of the thing after going round and round screaming 'BROWNIES 2 FOR A DOLLAR' and later 'BROWNIES 3 FOR A DOLLAR' and later 'SWEETS SWEETS' and later 'FREE SWEETS FREEEEEEE SWEETS' i was emoing in the band room behind the bongo thingos. next to the chimes and drumset. and close to the hornbox. and freezing from the aircon but not bothering to move. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;serena said my brownies were good. but too filling. yay. i know. i have a whole box of broken bits that i have to finish and one nice brownie left. anyone wants it? and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;miss tan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; totally insulted me. she refused to eat. whatever. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joseph&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; house lost. HA. no offence to any joseph hose people it's just that she called joseph her house cos it's j. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;the moon's full. and orange. but right now when it should be in full view from my bed where i'm doing this it's blocked by the clouds. stupid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;oh yeah. sorry to all the people i asked to come to the funfair but i totally ignored cos there was so much to do at the dj booth. i got so absorbed. haha. yeah. but i'm glad you came. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;and finally the real reason for doing this post. i was just humming some tune the other day and suddenly came up with lyrics. just a bit cos it's not done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was among white swans&lt;br /&gt;A little sparrow so brown&lt;br /&gt;And so she had to run&lt;br /&gt;Get out of town&lt;br /&gt;She had a gift&lt;br /&gt;That made people’s hair curl&lt;br /&gt;But all it was was a rift&lt;br /&gt;Between her and the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial narrow;"&gt;and that's about it so far. anyway i have to go now. good luck to everyone for SAs. soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arialnarrow;"&gt;zero8.four3 two0/zero4/zero8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-7785151103019956514?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7785151103019956514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=7785151103019956514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/7785151103019956514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/7785151103019956514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-just-found-out-that-i-was-forgotten.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-9095527415238908810</id><published>2008-04-05T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T21:44:01.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if. let's say. you have to do a project. and if you win you get to go to america. so yeah, it's a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;but you have other responsibilities, like tuition and cca that you already made a commitment to way before the project. and because of these responsibilities, you can't contribute much to the project, tho you want to. and your groupmates need you to be at the meetings so that you can be 'up to date'.&lt;br /&gt;but you can't. because of those responsibilites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. now, my question for you.&lt;br /&gt;should you give up all those commitments and just say 'oh it's only for a while until this project is over. it'll all be fine.'&lt;br /&gt;or will you say 'no, i made these commitments first i can't just give everything up for one project. i can try to make time for the project but if it clashes then the commitments i made first should have higher priority.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peer presure is stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not blaming anyone. i'm just saying. if i can't, it means i can't. i want to do well for this as much as anyone.&lt;br /&gt;you think i'm just slacking off and being a bother. fine. next time if i can't cope i'll say no.&lt;br /&gt;but even then you just can't blame it all on me and say i'm holding back the group. if i can't make it then it doesn't mean you have to wait. how i'll catch up is my problem not yours, cos i'm the one who keeps skipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyway when we meet up, for the first hour or so, we'll keep talking. even you know that. and maybe in that one hour, we'll decide on one thing. then we'll play around for another half hour before we practice what we discussed. then after that we'll take a break that will lead to more sitting around...occationally voicing out opinions.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying i can do this all without play. yeah it's fun. but we can have fun and get the work done, in lesser time that we've been taking.&lt;br /&gt;ok fine. that you've been taking, since i'm always not around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm sounding like a right snobby bitch who just talks and talks without actually contributing anything. yeah maybe i am.&lt;br /&gt;but if i say i really can't make meetings or stuff it means i can't.&lt;br /&gt;you &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt; i would if i could.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not like you all who just say 'oh i need to go for a meeting so i'll skip tuition and copy homework tomorrow.'&lt;br /&gt;my mom isn't like yours who say 'oh. project? ok then you can skip this week. but make sure you get home on time.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mine goes 'NO. you must go for tuition cos you're flunking horribly. by my standards. i want 70 over for all. look at how well your classmates are doing. 80 plus. if they can do it why can't you? you know your school is lousy compared to the other schools, so even if you're top in your school it's not enough cos you'll still be low compared to the other schools. so if' you're bad in an already bad school you're really pathetic you know? you might as well drop out. then i can go back to full time work. and i don't have to care about you waking up and going for tuition.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1two.4three. 0six/0four/0eight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-9095527415238908810?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9095527415238908810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=9095527415238908810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/9095527415238908810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/9095527415238908810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/if.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-7952770227595521770</id><published>2008-04-05T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T03:56:55.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lala.&lt;br /&gt;JADEYYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;TAG.&lt;br /&gt;NOW.&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;COS I SAID SO.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. I LOVE MY HORN SECTION JUNIORS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. correction.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY JUNIORS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cannot be baised sia...anyway...all band sec 1s, enjoy THURSDAY'S band prac! :D you'll see why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually. enjoy ALL band pracs. including drills. they rock man. :D it's fun really. but my leg keeps cramping if we march on the spot too long. haha. anyway. gtg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0six.5six. 0five.0four.0eight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-7952770227595521770?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7952770227595521770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=7952770227595521770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/7952770227595521770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/7952770227595521770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/lala.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-487982587266908772</id><published>2008-03-20T23:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T00:08:09.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i look out the windows of the bus&lt;br /&gt;watching as the memories go past&lt;br /&gt;places that we'd been&lt;br /&gt;things that we'd seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARHG. i cant remember the song i wrote for christina during efl!!! and it was like one of my best songs EVER. die. i really really really wanna remember...but i can't even find my efl booklet. i only can remember those 4 lines. diediediedieeee....help...anyone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37282148-487982587266908772?l=now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/feeds/487982587266908772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37282148&amp;postID=487982587266908772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/487982587266908772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37282148/posts/default/487982587266908772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-and-forever-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-look-out-windows-of-bus-watching-as.html' title=''/><author><name>aelis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658515480012119724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrD4ks59vJ8/SVeVDG6MnoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LMrq_5wzXzo/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37282148.post-1005145064809521950</id><published>2008-03-17T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T21:08:12.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sony vegassss. i prefer CSI lasvegas. :D and n....ow parveen's giving me the weird look... and laughing at the screen like - OWWWWWWW.W- some retardeded person. :D she's a silea abuser. its funnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn. Ha.lf th.e stuff here are FAKE. love, parveen&lt;br /&gt; SCOFFS. piggyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. haha. i. didn'.t know how soft the band sounded like during concerts. and how RESTLESS the audienc.e is...u.neducated barbarians. :D that's what my primary school orchestra conductor used .to call u.s. hahahahahahaha. HAHAHA. ok i'm bored. o.o parveen's &lt;em&gt;insisting&lt;/em&gt; i add her on my blog. .:D ha.ha. sooo......... yeah. her hook broke. does it sound wrong? and she's traumatised. by somet.hing i said.. y.eeaaaahhh... and as usual amelia just laughed her head off and continued talk.ing when i t.old h....er .on the way to it. :D like i expected. I'M S.O..O.O.O.O.O.O.O.OO3 .3JW.O....UIUIU.IUI.UJUK.K..............O....O CONF.............................D......ES.U.....W...UIUI.3T4WTJWT W.UIDSDUIWRFUIFDGTR CTU UI YETYURT6YUW ERW.ERU. 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