<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:46:35.174+08:00</updated><category term='you weren&apos;t there.'/><category term='For now.'/><title type='text'>Rants.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link 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/&gt;the sin is twice as harsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its dejavu;&lt;br /&gt;for both;&lt;br /&gt;adam and eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to see their own brethren;&lt;br /&gt;in love that is;&lt;br /&gt;dead forbidden;&lt;br /&gt;dead forbidden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now;&lt;br /&gt;i listen;&lt;br /&gt;to the laughter of others;&lt;br /&gt;directed to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they won't understand;&lt;br /&gt;nay;&lt;br /&gt;they will never,&lt;br /&gt;never understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noone will comprehend;&lt;br /&gt;the reason for;&lt;br /&gt;our affection;&lt;br /&gt;our love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here ends;&lt;br /&gt;another love letter;&lt;br /&gt;for you to read;&lt;br /&gt;and for me to sleep.&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;Boom.Woosh.Bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay sports day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ROCKED, hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;mum, never let your tears roll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some runners were wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-6091622356147937930?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/6091622356147937930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=6091622356147937930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/6091622356147937930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/6091622356147937930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-love-nay-ours.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-8421937413320053682</id><published>2009-04-07T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:35:36.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>faint crashes heard through;&lt;br /&gt;my once transparent shield.&lt;br /&gt;all that's left now is the frame;&lt;br /&gt;of what we used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sky now;&lt;br /&gt;it isn't as bright as it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;it has grown darker;&lt;br /&gt;just like those bags under your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh yes;&lt;br /&gt;those same beautiful eyes that once enchanted me;&lt;br /&gt;now they just stare;&lt;br /&gt;an ice cold stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the rantings end here;&lt;br /&gt;we're still a nervous wreck.&lt;br /&gt;but the we's and together's will come to a halt;&lt;br /&gt;but I still hope; still hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no;&lt;br /&gt;this is not for the stereotypical.&lt;br /&gt;there are things more important;&lt;br /&gt;than simple infatuations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish;&lt;br /&gt;for this velvet sky; to someday clear up;&lt;br /&gt;for us to see the light;&lt;br /&gt;and the warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish;&lt;br /&gt;for you to clear the fog in your eyes;&lt;br /&gt;to see those beautiful blue eyes;&lt;br /&gt;and your once mesmerizing smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so one final rant;&lt;br /&gt;before i end;&lt;br /&gt;this sweet romance;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this poem;&lt;br /&gt;our poem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-8421937413320053682?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/8421937413320053682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=8421937413320053682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/8421937413320053682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/8421937413320053682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/04/faint-crashes-heard-through-my-once.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-5571491489115242226</id><published>2009-04-06T19:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:36:46.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>without you by me;&lt;br /&gt;this blog would never have been;&lt;br /&gt;i like peanuts, yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-5571491489115242226?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/5571491489115242226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-6701215413650800551</id><published>2009-04-06T18:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:37:46.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SPORTSDAYINTWODAYS.&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;Ain't it amazing? Time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna talk about today, stupid headache. Mock Test week, gosh.&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;simply writing honest thoughts;&lt;br /&gt;of what could have or never have been.&lt;br /&gt;of what we could or couldn't be.&lt;br /&gt;of what we should or shouldn't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I sit here; behind this table.&lt;br /&gt;things surround me; yet I'm unable to feel.&lt;br /&gt;so I sit here; with this pen in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;so many a muse; yet I'm without inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what could we have been?&lt;br /&gt;what could we have done?&lt;br /&gt;what were we supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye; all the questions;&lt;br /&gt;none of the answers;&lt;br /&gt;to these day;&lt;br /&gt;none of them answered;&lt;br /&gt;none of them ever will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you answer them for me?&lt;br /&gt;you could not.&lt;br /&gt;would you have?&lt;br /&gt;a clear negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's take one last picture in our minds;&lt;br /&gt;of us walking along;&lt;br /&gt;this once lonely road;&lt;br /&gt;this once untouched path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we'll soil it;&lt;br /&gt;with our shoes rhythmically breaking the crisp leaves ;&lt;br /&gt;who turned orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there'll be tons of emotions;&lt;br /&gt;but aye; noone will say a word.&lt;br /&gt;even the nature around us;&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't dare break this beautiful moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-6701215413650800551?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/6701215413650800551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=6701215413650800551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/6701215413650800551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/6701215413650800551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/04/sportsdayintwodays.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-9091893344290846816</id><published>2009-04-04T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:20:37.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you love; learn to let go.&lt;br /&gt;If you hate; learn to forgive.&lt;br /&gt;If you envy; learn to look into yourself.&lt;br /&gt;If you care; learn to be hated.&lt;br /&gt;If you cry; learn to look on the brighter side of life.&lt;br /&gt;If you fall; there'll always be me, to catch you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- xx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, one of my shorter poems. Kinda cheesy, kinda corny. Don't know, don't care. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-9091893344290846816?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/9091893344290846816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=9091893344290846816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/9091893344290846816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/9091893344290846816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-you-love-learn-to-let-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-1377887498706878755</id><published>2009-04-01T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T22:07:23.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MSSTRAATEN USED 'NYAH'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahas funny shitzxzxzxzx. (when did I start using the zxzx thing.) ._.&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;Okay if you saw my progress report, you'll obviously notice that I DO NOT STUDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pay attention in classes, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could be the reason why I'm getting a borderline score.&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;Tuition doesn't really help me. Although Mr Mazri sort of skipped some chapts so I'm prolly ahead of some stuff. A-Maths is killing me and yet I don't have any extra classes on that stupid chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're merely on the surface of the water;&lt;br /&gt;one of us afraid to drown;&lt;br /&gt;one of us afraid to leave behind the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're merely floating above the clouds;&lt;br /&gt;one afraid to break this tranquility;&lt;br /&gt;another afraid to break; the same loved silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is going nowhere, as you can plainly see;&lt;br /&gt;we both have roads to cross;&lt;br /&gt;and not always on the same path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before that time comes;&lt;br /&gt;just take my hand;&lt;br /&gt;just for today;&lt;br /&gt;just walk with me;&lt;br /&gt;just breathe;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll take this narrow path together;&lt;br /&gt;only for you and me;&lt;br /&gt;never for the world to see;&lt;br /&gt;our inhibitions.&lt;br /&gt;those that were once oh so secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye;&lt;br /&gt;simply close your eyes; kiss; and say goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-1377887498706878755?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/1377887498706878755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=1377887498706878755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/1377887498706878755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/1377887498706878755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/04/msstraaten-used-nyah-hahahas-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-3968392917041440379</id><published>2009-03-30T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:24:52.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aye, so Yiruma is a guy, Korean, ahah.&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;Kiss the Rain was an excellent piece from him as well. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speech Day rehearsals, mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made two mistakes! *crys*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired tired tired. The sky wasn't merciful on me either. ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-3968392917041440379?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/3968392917041440379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=3968392917041440379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/3968392917041440379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/3968392917041440379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/03/aye-so-yiruma-is-guy-korean-ahah.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-3280267403397917613</id><published>2009-03-28T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T21:28:47.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can you stop confusing me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you WANT to talk to me or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you want to talk to me, you make it improper. So I assume that you want to make it short &amp;amp; sweet. And when I do, you argue that I actually want us to not be friends anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm growing older everyday. I'm growing increasingly weary as time goes by. Can you please just make it easy for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want us to be friends, but there's that ever-knowing hostility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;aye, time you will never have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-3280267403397917613?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/3280267403397917613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=3280267403397917613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/3280267403397917613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/3280267403397917613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/03/can-you-stop-confusing-me-do-you-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-613818639586371874</id><published>2009-03-27T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T20:38:00.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>` YIRUMA.&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;So I'm practically in love with his/her music.&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;I leave too much spaces inbetween my paragraphs, everyone knows that. ._.&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;Boom.&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;English was first. Article on maid abuse, okay.... ._. I was passing notes to Azielah, sad really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE was next. Urgh, running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must it be RUNNING?&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;Celine runs faster than me. ._.&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;Literature, ahh the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to write poems on kindness. I wrote crap but I liked the end product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RECESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're ignoring me.&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;Mother Tongue, ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group's project was 1/4 of its way  into completion. Sad stuff. The March holidays were crap and our dates clashed so we couldn't really start on anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exchanged back my phone.&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;Speech Day blazers. ooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to freaking borrow it from Harmonica Band. It felt weird wearing someone else's suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really send it for dry cleaning one of these days.&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;Rantings, hah, seems ironic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-613818639586371874?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/613818639586371874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=613818639586371874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/613818639586371874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/613818639586371874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/03/yiruma.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-4409121816839208747</id><published>2009-03-26T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:24:19.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay I'm such an idiot.&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;Okay I gave you that message cos I'm deeply sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it didnt't affect you as much as it affected me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving someone a cold shoulder only consequents to something ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave you one because you were giving me one. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sounded so stupid last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-4409121816839208747?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/4409121816839208747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=4409121816839208747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/4409121816839208747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/4409121816839208747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay-im-such-idiot.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-4789543754857570878</id><published>2009-03-25T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:22:54.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>` zip.&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;Today. F&amp;amp;N. Diet or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;ily. i swear i really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths; I didn't know she was still going through the worksheet, sad case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English; totally forgot what happened. English has always been a time to space out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess; Khairiyah and Shahirah ate my cookies, rofl. I couldn't chew anything though so I didn't have anything to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Tongue; The teacher didn't come today, well we got to do our homework in groups so it wasn't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Maths, Polynomials &lt;3 Should be easier than the rest of the topics, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CE; I was writing 'boom' on all of their kindness leaves, that was plenty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home with Zhen Wei and Zachary.&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;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-4789543754857570878?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/4789543754857570878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=4789543754857570878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/4789543754857570878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/4789543754857570878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/03/zip.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-5064955605240211527</id><published>2009-03-22T16:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T16:58:49.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>` 11223344.&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;Mmm, so, yeah. Yesterday was lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early, as always. 147-ed and made my way to CTSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kind of bummed that it was a 6 period math lesson, but hey, its maths.&lt;br /&gt;isn't that scary, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after math math math math math, we played some games, hahs. Yasmin couldn't understand the whole game. Poor girl.&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;Tuition teacher treated us to lunch, isn't that great? He's really fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-5064955605240211527?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/5064955605240211527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=5064955605240211527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/5064955605240211527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/5064955605240211527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/03/11223344.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-1194039326425578786</id><published>2009-03-20T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:14:08.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Creative slump.&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;Well. Wednesday and Thursday was hell of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature remedial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe it, I was looking forward to supplementary. Well I like Literature lots so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;We were going thru the test. Ms Straaten allowed me to use my phone, how cool is that? ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called Zane during LitC. Thought he was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Literature, bumped into Lara &amp;amp; Co. Went to JP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around and around and around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle, Linda, Liying, Liping went to Subway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lara, Greta and me went to Popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greta bought some Art stuffs. Lara was searching for some assessment papers. Futile, weird, strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the name of the shop where Greta bought headphones for her sis. Its nice though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Coffee Bean. I wanted hot coffee, instead I got a cold one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think both Lara and Greta were content with their drinks.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt; though I sort of drank greta's.&lt;/span&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;Couldn't remember what we did then. We soon went home anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A million things happened, hahahs. So yeah, not gonna write down everything. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-1194039326425578786?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/1194039326425578786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=1194039326425578786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/1194039326425578786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/1194039326425578786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/03/creative-slump.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-3208377961828991067</id><published>2009-03-17T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:16:10.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously, what's up with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I swear, it'll happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-3208377961828991067?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/3208377961828991067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=3208377961828991067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/3208377961828991067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/3208377961828991067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/03/seriously-whats-up-with-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-7938814763269179934</id><published>2009-03-17T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T17:52:17.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you can go away;&lt;br /&gt;away forever,&lt;br /&gt;for all I care.&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;Okay I really wanted to take pics of Veronica's 'notes' but I can't seem to find my camera and my phone's no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for a miracle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-7938814763269179934?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-30094845.post-8448450502929627458</id><published>2009-03-15T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:53:35.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>` faded blue jeans.&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;Mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's gonna be messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to go to the beach with Zachary's geo group tomorrow but their classes ends faster than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've yet to do my Biology essay and checking my math portfolios, not that my blogders actually give a crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HM, RB. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas, first abbreviation is a band. Second one, hahas, guess. {:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poem 15: My love has always been unrequited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so classes end.&lt;br /&gt;the leaves don't seem to fall;&lt;br /&gt;just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were always so happy;&lt;br /&gt;blissfully unaware,&lt;br /&gt;of this single-sided weariness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love that's drowned in shadows;&lt;br /&gt;summer, winter, autumn, spring;&lt;br /&gt;the seasons don't have a sequence;&lt;br /&gt;they all have the same ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is how love feels;&lt;br /&gt;pain, sorrow, ecstacy,&lt;br /&gt;the pleasure of the thrill&lt;br /&gt;the pleasure of the feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this letter once so hidden;&lt;br /&gt;so classified;&lt;br /&gt;you're given the right;&lt;br /&gt;to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, goodbye. xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so its official, I don't have a knack for poetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;the biggest and yet most honest cliche, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-8448450502929627458?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/8448450502929627458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=8448450502929627458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/8448450502929627458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/8448450502929627458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/03/faded-blue-jeans.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-6096611140819276497</id><published>2009-03-14T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T20:56:57.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you weren&apos;t there.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>` whoo.&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;FRIDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English period. We got our Report Slips back. I was kind of happy with mine. Could've done better for my combined Humanities though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English - B4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Tongue - C6 (phew.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Maths - B4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-Maths - A1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science (P/B) - B3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combined Humanities (S/L) - C5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elective (F&amp;amp;N) - A1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my results get better. I'm desperate for money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-6096611140819276497?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/6096611140819276497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=6096611140819276497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/6096611140819276497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/6096611140819276497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/03/whoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-7078067189349041609</id><published>2009-03-11T19:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T20:28:24.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We both made promises.&lt;br /&gt;And the promise that I treasured the most, was the one you broke.&lt;br /&gt;Broke with utmost pride.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me speechless,&lt;br /&gt;Shattered dignity;&lt;br /&gt;Impossible to fix,&lt;br /&gt;yet you still use the same cheap glue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used me; for not because of the fact that you loved me;&lt;br /&gt;but that you needed your reflection; a necessity.&lt;br /&gt;You used me; to see where you've changed.&lt;br /&gt;You're ugly, sad, and fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what?&lt;br /&gt;I've grown used to it.&lt;br /&gt;The same cheap glue used to put back the pieces.&lt;br /&gt;Not anymore; not ever.&lt;br /&gt;With that same fake smile.&lt;br /&gt;With one of your broken promises.&lt;br /&gt;Find yourself a new mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poem 14: Hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today sucked, that would explain the thing above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-7078067189349041609?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/7078067189349041609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=7078067189349041609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/7078067189349041609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/7078067189349041609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-both-made-promises.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-3392586987378459540</id><published>2009-03-10T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:47:30.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>`  boom.&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;Haha today was fun, yesterday was better. ;]&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;Today huh, got back some papers and tests. Kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CME &amp;amp; EL, asked to draw a poster signifying some stupid Olympic values thing.. Zhen Wei, Bryan, Peng How and Kuan Wei were just crapping. Drawing some symbols on the stupid paper thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I couldn't say that I did it properly myself.. but still. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F&amp;amp;N! Whoo, grilled kebab things. &lt;3 it much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RECESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing nice bout recess, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Tongue err went through the worksheet thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology, URGH. Draggy. She wasted 15 mins on scolding us though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics, LENSES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahas, FUN, I like drawing those cute lil rays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths supplementary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I'm slightly taller than Ms Chen, that seriously made my day. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school waited for the Emcee thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Emily Tan &amp;amp; Ms Straaten. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stressed seriously. It isn't like my English is impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to JE with Zane. Bumped into Veronica at the bus stop. I think I pissed her off or something.. kay. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS was first. I lost his worksheet.. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;a nobody?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology, couldn't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Maths. Oh god, Alphas and Betas x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English, got into our groups for comprehension..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RECESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahas, the clouds were grey and the sky was getting emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greta, Fiona, Zhen Wei, Bryan = Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-Maths.. Congruence and Similarities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Tongue, test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close to passing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-3392586987378459540?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/3392586987378459540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=3392586987378459540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/3392586987378459540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/3392586987378459540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/03/boom.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-8704710790743198319</id><published>2009-03-05T19:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T19:41:57.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>` oh my.&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;Today was a damn fast day, even though we had an IC registration thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found my english file!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- Maths was about sum and product of roots. ( I don't know the chapter's name, kay?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Literature, poor Ms Straaten, she'd lost her voice.&lt;br /&gt;So people were obviously making fun of her, we felt pity but at the same time, we almost couldn't stop laughing. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess. Had Amira buy for me food. I practically 'donated' money to someone, hahahas. Well I didn't say she couldn't spend the money now, did I? {:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-Maths, QUIZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay it was kinda easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOTS of people had to squat because they didn't sign their consent forms. Kay she's practically racing against time to complete ONE MORE CHAPTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics, was pretty okay, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, finished my biology essay. Walked around then made my way to the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I was freaking BLUR when the woman asked me to do stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like , ''Uhh?'' &amp;amp; ''Huh?'' and ''Err.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to IMM to eat lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;198-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm not getting any better. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-8704710790743198319?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/8704710790743198319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=8704710790743198319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/8704710790743198319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/8704710790743198319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-5096554106899635339</id><published>2009-03-01T18:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:07:49.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>` you suck, I swear.&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;Relinked almost everyone, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna add some more URL's tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-5096554106899635339?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/5096554106899635339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=5096554106899635339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/5096554106899635339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/5096554106899635339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-suck-i-swear.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-921118187082057974</id><published>2009-02-26T19:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T19:49:53.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>`  you're a bitch.&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;Stupid day, stupid day, stupid day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speech Day rehearsals tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some major work on relinking already. ._.&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;Started with English, was really fuzzy and messy. Scold scold scold, bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS. Mr Nazri was going through the exam format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths, LOG LOG LOG LOG. Argh, hate logarithms. He said A-Maths is no longer going to get easier, which is fucked up really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature! OMG LITERATURE! We have our own &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;but dead. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;blog now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ms Straaten was talking about Twilight. She hated it too, yay. No offence to Twilight lovers out there, ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Recess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Weird, fuzzy, nothing important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Math, POP QUIZ, fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surds, my second hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can scrape a pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology, practical.  Quraisha got scolded for my screw-ups. I hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics, some refraction stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home with Bryan and Kuan Wei, it was raining mad, wtf. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;are you referring to me? I have that fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan ran and dropped his specs. Which we went searching for, in the end it was crushed. I think he stepped on it or something. He's gonna look freaky tmr. I hate it when he doesn't wear specs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;198-ed with Zhi Qian and Amanda Tang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-921118187082057974?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/921118187082057974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=921118187082057974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/921118187082057974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/921118187082057974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/02/youre-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-3759595964023631978</id><published>2009-02-23T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:34:28.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>` shhhhhht.&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;SS, I really didn't know what Mr Nazri was talking about. His I.C.E and I.T.P and other branched out stuff, I couldn't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I'm referring to my timetable and writing what happened. I just can't seem to remember scheduled events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, bio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got our tests back. Passed, kay whatever. Her lessons are a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Maths. Went to the library to do some 'fun' activities. It wasn't fun, at all. Then we had to do a survey. Mine is the one with a lot of marks around it. I kept writing random stuff around it and then cancelling em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English. Notebook thing. Rifdy had to carry a chair for like what, &lt;em&gt;5 mins?&lt;/em&gt; The teacher thinks its a lot but.. kay whatev. then talk talk. We are gonna write essays soon for our CA1. &lt;em&gt;yay. &lt;/em&gt;I really suck at writing compositions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess. I promised to give someone 2 dollars today. Recess was normal, just the usual stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-Maths. Got our tests back. Passed, but you don't really care do you? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Chen's gonna be our NIE teacher this year. She doesn't remember me. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Tongue, we had to do essays. Argh I hate writing MT essays, cos I won't know what to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school was SS remedial. Dastageer, Zhen Wei, Kuan Wei, Bryan and Me. It was fun but we were rushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky cried today, I got drenched in her tears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-3759595964023631978?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/3759595964023631978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=3759595964023631978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/3759595964023631978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/3759595964023631978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/02/shhhhhht.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-3050958856712916872</id><published>2009-02-21T15:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T15:31:45.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cassadee from Hey Monday Sings Live!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/9frhAEd7AaI' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/9frhAEd7AaI'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stupid day.&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;Here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassadee Pope from Hey Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has an awesome voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-3050958856712916872?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/3050958856712916872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=3050958856712916872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/3050958856712916872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/3050958856712916872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/02/cassadee-from-hey-monday-sings-live.html' title='Cassadee from Hey Monday Sings Live!'/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-757888289834513971</id><published>2009-02-20T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:20:32.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>` slip away&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;Today!&lt;br /&gt;Today!&lt;br /&gt;Today!&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;English was first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That guy broke his voice, puberty, whatever. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PhyED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher didn't come so Mr Chin relief-ed us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom boom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LiteratureC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just like calling it LitC. I don't say it out loud though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Straaten didn't come to school today, boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess, BORING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all were in a frenzy for a shitty spotcheck that was never even planned in the first place,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I say all, I meant those who actually brought something worth confiscating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MTclass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Huzaimah didn't come today too.&lt;br /&gt;Class was relatively okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Lim and Mr Neo were our RT's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, ALONE! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Went to do my E-MATHS test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Wow I was in a hurry and I didn't know why, super crappy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when should I tell you, omg omg omg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Lunch-ed with Zachary and Akid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Bleah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-757888289834513971?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/757888289834513971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=757888289834513971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/757888289834513971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/757888289834513971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/02/slip-away-today-today-today-english-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-6704293922623505120</id><published>2009-02-19T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:48:47.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>` lie, screw, mingle.&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;So I got hooked on Def Jam Poetry (again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys should really search on em on YouTube. Though they speak real fast, and there's a deeper meaning behind each phrase said, and they're usually pretty emo/sentimental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to IMM, Zane bought a gift for a friend, bought sushi, went to the library, Zzzz-ed in 51, went home.&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;Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-6704293922623505120?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/6704293922623505120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=6704293922623505120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/6704293922623505120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/6704293922623505120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/02/lie-screw-mingle.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-8398832126519143537</id><published>2009-02-14T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T21:14:16.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>`   The death of St. Valentine.&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;Okay, woke up bright and early for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SoI got my first V'day present on 9.10am. Farking pathetic, still love the present though, hahas.&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;I treated today just like any other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there are more couples popping out of nowhere. ;\&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;Saw 3 couples making out, gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, boom boom, changing my blogskin soon.&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;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Waiting for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-8398832126519143537?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/8398832126519143537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=8398832126519143537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/8398832126519143537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/8398832126519143537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/02/death-of-st.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-8292590452016707070</id><published>2009-02-13T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T21:05:07.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>`         you weren't there to hear it.&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;boom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fun, hahas.&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;English passed by fast so I didn't really care what happened there. Had IPP, hahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;It was epic, we know shit about how to paste masking tape. We seemed to be wasting it more than using it properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan made a string of masking tape tied to the roll to hit me with. Lame. Peng How used it to wrap it around Kuan Wei's water bottle to make it look retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know Calvin/Kelvin was outside our classroom till someone told me, I think it was Celine, blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking funny &lt;em&gt;larh. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, stayed back to complete my homework. Avril drew a freaking nice design on my calculator cover. It looked like [Janeel] to me. It looks like [Faniel] to Zachary, it looked like [Fanniel] to Avril. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyyyy, gonna edit this post, maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-8292590452016707070?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/8292590452016707070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=8292590452016707070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/8292590452016707070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/8292590452016707070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-werent-there-to-hear-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-3124820192509830358</id><published>2009-02-12T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:54:45.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>` suicidal.&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;things have been roller coaster for my friends. I want to help, I just decided to leave them alone in the end. Some things are better left unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to care, I really do. There's some things you have to figure out by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap, too much for me to handle.&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;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So let's throw out our inhibitions;&lt;br /&gt;its crystal clear; you've forgotten;&lt;br /&gt;the things we've been through; the memories we've shared.&lt;br /&gt;let's end this tonight;&lt;br /&gt;with a jump out the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-3124820192509830358?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/3124820192509830358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=3124820192509830358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/3124820192509830358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/3124820192509830358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/02/suicidal.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-6830414134692201963</id><published>2009-02-11T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:59:28.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>`                     ditto.&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;Finished maths, FINALLY! I had fun doing Literature. The poet I was assigned to write on was a poet who's dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's my Physics test, urrrgggghhh. I HOPE I do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm its 9:59pm, time for bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-6830414134692201963?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/6830414134692201963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=6830414134692201963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/6830414134692201963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/6830414134692201963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/02/ditto.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-7377685744709718121</id><published>2009-02-10T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T21:51:45.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>` wow.&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;'' we've run out of things to say already.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told someone that. if you remembered this, well fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't very smart but it's true. It could just be me though, idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;I usually think of ways to make my sentences to not sound so straightforward. But I just wanted to tell that person bluntly. Damn confused argh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think I'm emo, you're wrong, although slitting your wrists is a &lt;em&gt;faux pas&lt;/em&gt;, most of us link self-mutilation to being emotionally distressed. Which is stupid in so many ways.&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;finally happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-7377685744709718121?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/7377685744709718121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=7377685744709718121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/7377685744709718121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/7377685744709718121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/02/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-1427979681152508792</id><published>2009-02-09T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:55:59.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>` again and again.&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;I feel like killing myself, I really do.&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;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-1427979681152508792?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/1427979681152508792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=1427979681152508792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/1427979681152508792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/1427979681152508792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/02/again-and-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-8454607237111143602</id><published>2009-02-08T15:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T15:32:31.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>` hop hop.&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;I swear, Bloghopping is epic fun. I bloghopped till I stumbled upon XiaXue's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second time I tried, I came across a blog belonging to some guy in China. Didn't understand what he was typing, truly didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I got bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Monday's a school day again, booooo. I wished there was like a sudden haze covering Singapore so I don't have to go to school. I wanna sleeeeeeeeeeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed SS miserably, dang it. Biology, idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there's a physics test coming soon, I hope I can at least ace that one.&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;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;still waiting for it to turn orange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-8454607237111143602?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/8454607237111143602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=8454607237111143602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/8454607237111143602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/8454607237111143602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/02/hop-hop.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-7256437418081110044</id><published>2009-02-07T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:12:47.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>`                       a week later.&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;I guess you don't really know someone till you've been to his/her house, or more accurately been to his/her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could be an asshole at school and could own cute minature dolls in houses in his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could be sweet on the outside but could be a Metal/Punk rock person inside.&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;I found out something I shouldn't have. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;though it was really disturbing but cute to know.&lt;/span&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;one more week till valentine's people! &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sadly, this occasion's a pass for me this year&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been writing lots of narratives lately. They're like being stuffed in my folder named ' etcetc stuff that I don't give a fuck about'.&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;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;I'm waiting for your orange alert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-7256437418081110044?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/7256437418081110044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=7256437418081110044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/7256437418081110044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/7256437418081110044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/02/week-later.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-6886633396217644759</id><published>2009-02-06T16:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T16:20:33.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>`             Geography ._.&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;So I'm at the MLC with the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're doing a project on Faulting or something.&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;Anyway its boring here. The T-I-C is looking at videos(hmm.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazurah, Azielah and another girl I don't really know.. they're doing some facebook stuff. Arvin's playing some online crap. Its better to blog at school, I won't really forget that much.&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;English was first. I didn't the EEUG thing. It looks like its spelt like GLUE. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Was threatened to write 500 lines on why doing english homework is important or something. I don't even have that wide of a vocabulary, HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless 1 word fills up 1 line. 500 words is still a lot though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Maths is impossible seriously. It seems easy when Mr Ngien does it but when I actually try the questions out, I FAIL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was late for P.E. I didn't think he noticed. Javelin today, discus on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was late for Literature, she noticed. How to answer poems today, how to do them on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess, was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Tongue was funnnn. Mrs Huzaimah wasn't present today so we practically had two free periods.&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;Its after school now, the guys are still working on their project. La.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-6886633396217644759?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/6886633396217644759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=6886633396217644759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/6886633396217644759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/6886633396217644759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/02/geography.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-8429630171414946661</id><published>2009-02-04T19:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:02:19.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>`       for the road.&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;Haven't completed my Literature homework yet, sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today stayed backkkkkkkkkkk. Anik forced us (rifdy, me, suhaida, elaine, syazwan) to complete a worksheet after school. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;the feeling's not on the path of being mutual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell? Noone talks to Elaine during class, SO NOT TRUE. Bleah.&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;Oh, Peng How made a super super nasty concoction today, the aunty told us she's gonna inform the teacher about the vile piece of liquid. As if he dares to drink it like that. Its easier to just shut up, throw the bottle, and get back to your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't as if you have to recycle the damn thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;198-ed. Some guy in the bus talked on the phone damn loud. Practically screaming.&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;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-8429630171414946661?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/8429630171414946661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=8429630171414946661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/8429630171414946661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/8429630171414946661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-road.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-8967212229261923892</id><published>2009-02-03T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:44:40.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>`                                once, twice, thrice.&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;Okay, today was so-so. Had Biology test. My god, I forgot lots of facts bout Bio, argh fail fail fail.&lt;br /&gt;Physics was a disaster, I couldn't complete the workbook, cos of various reasons, cough. Then she gave us a worksheet which some of us misheard(or not) her sayin that we needed to complete the whole thing, bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Additional Mathematics class test durin remedial, second failure, I had answers which had some damn crappy fractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, bathed, slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now's my Mother Tongue homework rush, whooooo.&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;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;I dreamt I could take it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-8967212229261923892?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/8967212229261923892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=8967212229261923892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/8967212229261923892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/8967212229261923892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/02/once-twice-thrice.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-6659018269559202957</id><published>2009-02-01T13:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:33:23.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>`    for you.&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;So, I'm gonna have a homework rush soon, sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we have to do a poem for Literature, idk. But I did two already so I'm safe!&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;I still have to do Math, English, and my sciences. Wow. Gonna be a rough day, hahas.&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;Monday's gonna be fun, I think. Two tests, SS and Math.&lt;br /&gt;Can't complain, we have to do our tests sooner or later. (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;later later later later LATER!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-6659018269559202957?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/6659018269559202957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=6659018269559202957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/6659018269559202957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/6659018269559202957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-6544786387165615516</id><published>2009-01-31T21:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:51:45.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>` propyl, butyl, methyl, ethyl, hexyl. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;I forgot the last one, cough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Kayyyyyy, tuition was okay. Had lunch, same old same old.&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;Someone caused me to have a headache, damn. Not really his/her fault though, I sort of made myself get it. Sad.&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;1, 2, 3, 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-6544786387165615516?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/6544786387165615516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=6544786387165615516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/6544786387165615516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/6544786387165615516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/01/propyl-butyl-methyl-ethyl-hexyl.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-5375799737320130683</id><published>2009-01-30T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:46:41.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>`                 omg, TONGUE.&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;Soooooooooo, Amira didn't come to school today, sad. She smsed me in the morning and my phone was vibrating at a very very very very very very wrong place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lucky I'm  a boy, can't possible handle the stress of being the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Omfg, queefs, LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-5375799737320130683?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/5375799737320130683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=5375799737320130683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/5375799737320130683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/5375799737320130683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/01/omg-tongue.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-4069041205460283889</id><published>2009-01-29T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:11:08.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;` slowly playing along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone recently sent me this picture of his/her artwork.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJK19nP6YDg/SYG4cn1TqvI/AAAAAAAAACM/PWUxbjIzI80/s1600-h/Amira%27s+Rose..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296717438632831730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJK19nP6YDg/SYG4cn1TqvI/AAAAAAAAACM/PWUxbjIzI80/s320/Amira%27s+Rose..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its nice right?! Quite horny, I mean thorny, though, hahas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing interesting happened today, so don't wanna talk about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;something did happen today, I'm not at liberty to speak about it yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-4069041205460283889?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/4069041205460283889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=4069041205460283889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/4069041205460283889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/4069041205460283889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/01/slowly-playing-along.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJK19nP6YDg/SYG4cn1TqvI/AAAAAAAAACM/PWUxbjIzI80/s72-c/Amira%27s+Rose..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-4911492526349232801</id><published>2009-01-28T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T21:23:14.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GRETA LEE SHUQI,MY DEAREST MOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So yah, its your special day today, and I updated it kind of late. I'm so sorry that I missed your special day, hahas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you were sick so you pretty much dislike this day.. ANYWAY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're 15 now! hahas, OLDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wait, I don't think you read my blog, do you? -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-4911492526349232801?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/4911492526349232801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=4911492526349232801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/4911492526349232801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/4911492526349232801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-greta-lee-shuqimy.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-4908295457888889927</id><published>2009-01-26T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:10:46.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>`                             Met, slept, zzz.&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;Today.. nothing in particular happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dad now, I'm so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''So that's whom I inherited my voice from.'' HAHAS.&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;Yesterday, went to Fish&amp;amp;CO. with mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice, but the serving size is fuckin ridiculous, one platter can feed like 3 people. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched The Wedding Game, not the best movie I've seen though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give it a 2/5! (since when do i rate movies anyway).&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;Ladeeda.&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;BYTHEWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;  SOFIA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-4908295457888889927?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/4908295457888889927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=4908295457888889927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/4908295457888889927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/4908295457888889927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/01/met-slept-zzz.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-1365972888564289969</id><published>2009-01-24T18:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T18:59:15.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>`     lying; cheating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make up your mind.&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;Decided that I need to seriously customize my MSN nick, its like super old. I'm gonna change to another DP soon too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I can switch over to DeviantArt, the pictures there are really, wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drake Bell's songs are mostly either emo, R&amp;amp;B or this mixture of rap and.. pop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like 3 songs from his album though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Only Time -:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Circles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Know&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rusted Silhouette&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hollywood Girl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, today's tuition was okay. Essay Writing for english zz. Maths was just revision, I learnt most of the topics he was teaching about already.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sad, someone's gonna go to KL soon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-1365972888564289969?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/1365972888564289969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=1365972888564289969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/1365972888564289969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/1365972888564289969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/01/lying-cheating.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-5226536956905648315</id><published>2009-01-23T20:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:02:23.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>` oh.my.god.&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;MORNING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planned on taking 198 but I ended up late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So took the MRT. Met Lara at the JE station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo, she lives near Zachary, at least I think she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, English, PE, E-Maths and then recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was okay. English was hilarious. Rifdy, Wira and Dastageer are damn.. funny. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE was 'fun'. I don't really know how to describe it. I can't wait till the Track And Field PE curriculum will end and then we'll finally get to do the FUN! stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-Maths was WEIRD. Instead of talking about math, Mr Ngien ended up talking about the school rules and the reason why we should follow em, I guess he solved most of our queries. Sat behind Shahirah during E-Maths, she seemed lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess, ate a bun and drank some cherry soda. Zachary's just got out of the deep shit that would've gotten deeper if he hadn't told &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nandini(dunno how to spell the name)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY celebration was okay? The Secondary 4&amp;amp;5 students 'oohhhhh-ed' when the Operations Manager tried to take their picture, hahas. It was distracting though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think around the middle of the celebration, Amanda fell asleep, wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway went back, got pissed, blogged, and now gonna sleep.&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;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Manissa Amira is pregnant, omg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-5226536956905648315?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/5226536956905648315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=5226536956905648315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/5226536956905648315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/5226536956905648315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-8190676145258285575</id><published>2009-01-22T20:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:35:51.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogger maintenance soon.&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;Might as well blog about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school via 198.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought some crappy drink and made my way to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons were okay. I'm getting used to my teachers. Their lesson plans seem unreasonable at first, then you're forced to get used to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second time this year without homework worries. T.G.I.F is coming soon. God, gonna be a long holiday. My class were forced to pass up our English book reports damn it. If I knew the English Dept. wanted it I would've done it ages ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school had Biology practical. My god, Ms Cheong lessons are really 'rushy'. SERIOUSLY, god, she can't stop screaming at people. &gt;.&lt; But then, I guess if you're forced to be strict you HAVE to be strict. Took a nap on my trusted bus service, 198. Went home, I feel like collapsing, damn it. The remedials are making me come back at 4 and I can't seem to arrive home earlier than that. Legs are aching, roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;until you're mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;I cannot be; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;even close to complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;i guess what the lit teacher said was true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-8190676145258285575?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/8190676145258285575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=8190676145258285575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/8190676145258285575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/8190676145258285575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/01/blogger-maintenance-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-5087858935790243194</id><published>2009-01-21T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:17:57.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>` one step forward, one step back. cough.&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;I updated today for the sake of updating. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( you guys need something to do right? reading my blog is one of em. heh.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was quite okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to say what happened in the morning, I was waiting for a person that never came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the parade square, I thought I had lost my A-Maths book but I found out it was with some girl that Haikel gave the book to. Anyway, I was so happy and relieved that I got my book back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Maths is getting harder and harder, omg. There's no way in hell that I'm gonna cope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a step forward, a step back. The more I seem to get closer, the more I just wanna get away. My goal's are goin nowhere. So why the hell do I try to be accomodating? I never asked to be a guy that can't say no. I'm just that kind of guy. And if you don't like the way I do stuff, then just fark off, I don't give a damn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ooh boy, this blog needs some fine tuning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-5087858935790243194?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/5087858935790243194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=5087858935790243194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/5087858935790243194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/5087858935790243194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-step-forward-one-step-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-6342925792772163517</id><published>2009-01-17T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T20:27:07.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>`       i never knew.&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;Mendaki was okay, I guess. Oh yeah, Zaki's in my class, which is okay? Not that close to him though. I can imagine talking to him, it'll be really painful, he's so tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I'm just short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew how hard other people try to just live. To just get through today and prepare for the pain they will face tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wake up the next day knowing it will be nothing but torture. I feel so selfish, I want to help but there's always that gap and that knowing line that I know I shouldn't cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're on the other side, I might never understand what's going on in your life. I also might not know how hard you're tryin to live.&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;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;But please, just for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-6342925792772163517?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/6342925792772163517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=6342925792772163517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/6342925792772163517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/6342925792772163517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-never-knew.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-5505094772518495472</id><published>2009-01-15T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:01:52.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>` SUSHI! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes were dragggggggggyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. But then, isn't every class is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I planned to wait for Zachary but his class just ended a lil too late. So decided to help out with 3e6's noticeboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really really nice to see 1/4 of 2e5 getting tgt. So I helped them by sitting down, reading a book and keeping quiet. KIDDING! Ohnmar was laughing so bad that I thought she was gonna suffocate, Lara was picnic-ing, Xin Wei and Manissa was busy with decorating some stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up staying in class till like 4.30pm. Then decided to buy sushi with Manissa, she was too lazy to follow me to IMM so ended up going to Jurong Point(grr!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way, I think we met Peisi or something, and it got super super awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at Jurong Point, bought some salmon sushi for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home. Bathed. Blogged. :D&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;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;we all know you don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-5505094772518495472?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/5505094772518495472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=5505094772518495472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/5505094772518495472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/5505094772518495472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/01/sushi-d-today-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-3851529699411758388</id><published>2009-01-14T18:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:10:50.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>`&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3 months ago, you were individuals.&lt;/span&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;I have a feeling that my Blogger's messed up, 143 became 133 posts -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyyyyyy, A&amp;amp;E math is a killer. Boo, Mr Ngien is a slave driver, roar. But he's super super fun and damn easy to get along with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics is okay I guess.. Vernier calipers and Screw Gauge measurements. Damn. D:&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;Aww and look at the 3 month old couple, H&amp;amp;M. The 4th one will be super super romantic {:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it lasts that long. Hahas kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-3851529699411758388?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/3851529699411758388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=3851529699411758388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/3851529699411758388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/3851529699411758388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/01/3-months-ago-you-were-individuals.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-342730835774478745</id><published>2009-01-13T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:19:02.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>` die die die die die die die die die.&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;DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO MUCH HOMEWORK, OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have like tonnes of A- Maths and E-Maths homework. Not to mention the piles of portfolio worksheets stacking up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the combined sciences to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME ON, I NEED A BREAK.&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;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;I want a hiatus now! hiatus! hiatus! hiatus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-342730835774478745?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/342730835774478745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=342730835774478745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/342730835774478745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/342730835774478745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/01/die-die-die-die-die-die-die-die-die.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-2529636308023241791</id><published>2009-01-11T16:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T16:42:53.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>`blahs.&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;Okay well, my weekends wasn't very special. Though I finally had time to SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class Schedule's stressful, but I still can manage. Sure is tiring though.&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;So I have to make my weekends well-spent. 48 hours is all I've got.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-2529636308023241791?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/2529636308023241791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=2529636308023241791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/2529636308023241791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/2529636308023241791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/01/blahs.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-3276913226098750740</id><published>2009-01-08T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T18:59:58.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>` i feel sick.&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;Well not the vomit type of sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there wasn't anything that happened today that is interesting enough to be typed in this blog.&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;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;it sucks to be me, you better believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-3276913226098750740?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/3276913226098750740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=3276913226098750740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/3276913226098750740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/3276913226098750740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-feel-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-4017282279742584700</id><published>2009-01-07T20:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:06:44.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>` its over, its over, its over.&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;OMG my blog is so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been MIA-ing lately, but here I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, life's been kinda kind to me over the holidays and the start of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already met most(If not all) of my teachers already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta say, its pretty convenient to choose which subjects you wanna take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its better then goin YAY! for a particular subject and &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;boo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;for another. &lt;/span&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;There've been some changes in my life, nothing major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's gonna be a short day, not many subjects and the teachers are nice so I won't feel like the lesson is dragging.  &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;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;take my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-4017282279742584700?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/4017282279742584700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=4017282279742584700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/4017282279742584700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/4017282279742584700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-over-its-over-its-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-2182639943510133512</id><published>2008-11-17T17:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T17:27:09.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>` mmf.&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;Mmf, its 3 days late but I figured I should post about this since I was at the class chalet when it happened.&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;So happy 1 month anniversary! To....*drumroll*..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJK19nP6YDg/SSE2KAwHP6I/AAAAAAAAACE/6bNgvtIdNgw/s1600-h/hakimi+and+manissa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJK19nP6YDg/SSE2KAwHP6I/AAAAAAAAACE/6bNgvtIdNgw/s1600-h/hakimi+and+manissa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269552584628584354" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJK19nP6YDg/SSE2KAwHP6I/AAAAAAAAACE/6bNgvtIdNgw/s320/hakimi+and+manissa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The picture above was ripped from Fazil, who doesn't really know me. But in case anything comes up, that pic was copyrighted and is not owned by me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hakimi and Manissa!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She was kinda pissed about this but hey, I don't give a damn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I went to school to check the class allocations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got into 3e7! Which was what I wanted anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A few people from 2e5 got allocated to 3e7 too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can't remember who though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mmf, the uniform is damn ugly man. ._.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But do they give us a choice? Actually yes but they didn't give the exact colour/design. We ended up having a uniform that makes us look like a factory worker.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahh don't care anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Small message dedicated to H&amp;amp;M ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-2182639943510133512?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/2182639943510133512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=2182639943510133512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/2182639943510133512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/2182639943510133512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2008/11/mmf.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJK19nP6YDg/SSE2KAwHP6I/AAAAAAAAACE/6bNgvtIdNgw/s72-c/hakimi+and+manissa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-6034240901078750520</id><published>2008-11-16T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:26:12.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe its just me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-6034240901078750520?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/6034240901078750520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=6034240901078750520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/6034240901078750520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/6034240901078750520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2008/11/maybe-its-just-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-6319993551329107978</id><published>2008-11-15T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T20:47:11.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>` worst news ever.&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;Hmm, so was having a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have gone to the chalet knowing I had asthma, fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just got worse anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Although I keep saying that my current school is a piece of crap. I actually enjoy studying in YHSS despite of all my complaints. I never wanted to change schools, but that's my parent's decision and not mine. So here's your answer you stupid slut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&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;Luckily was able to supress the coughs so it wasn't that bad, but when I got home I coughed my ass off. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet's been a bit crazy lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these days I seriously have to call Starhub.&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;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;I just hope that building is a community centre or a primary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-6319993551329107978?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/6319993551329107978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=6319993551329107978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/6319993551329107978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/6319993551329107978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2008/11/worst-news-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-4310943937108453140</id><published>2008-11-11T10:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T10:23:09.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>` I'm at it again.&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;So blogsong changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was necessary and it's been a long time since I changed to a new one anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the class chalet, whoo!&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;Hmm, I packed all my stuff already ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope there's enough beds for the whole class ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos seriously, I hate sleeping in a bag. (Sleeping bag.) ;\&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;So its still morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sleep last night, hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleah.&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;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;I miss 6b. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;I'm falling between.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-4310943937108453140?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/4310943937108453140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=4310943937108453140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/4310943937108453140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/4310943937108453140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-at-it-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-506681103916828836</id><published>2008-11-06T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:05:53.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>` _____.&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;WHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally posted after so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 6 more days till class chalet! Can't wait man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently been cooping up at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously dunno what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go out to Queensway Shopping Centre but... nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been sick for the past week too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh save post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-506681103916828836?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/506681103916828836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=506681103916828836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/506681103916828836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/506681103916828836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-9119339257119109424</id><published>2008-10-23T14:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T14:51:42.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>` 23 OCTOBER!&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;At last, its 23 october.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Manissa was right, you don't really feel anything when its your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel more excited bout others.&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;So I'm 14 now! Still, I feel like I have a mind of a 13 year old, a body of a 13 year old, and a voice of a 13 year old. Well maybe it takes time to kick in, HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the last day of school too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My results weren't THAT good and it wasn't THAT bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I expected that.&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;And I learnt from experience, you shouldn't aim so high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll only be filled with disappointment if you don't do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what happened to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I helped her, sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope she cheers up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyyyyyyyy, CLASS CHALET! CLASS CHALET! CLASS CHALET! Hahas.&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;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Worst day ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-9119339257119109424?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/9119339257119109424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=9119339257119109424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/9119339257119109424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;I prolly went to like 18 blogs, which wasn't much but it sure wasted tons of time.&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;Anyway, class chalet is on 12-14 nov!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno whether I'm gonna stay there overnight or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends on how many people are gonna sleep in.&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;Its raining here at Queenstown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh its drizzling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh whatever, I couldn't really care.&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;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The sky is crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-8827187628282597562?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/8827187628282597562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=8827187628282597562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/8827187628282597562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/8827187628282597562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2008/10/eh.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-8177533904236144191</id><published>2008-10-18T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T19:36:18.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>` TODAY WAS FREAKING FUN!&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;So I woke up late and had to rush to meet up with Wesley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleah I think I was 15 minute late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we had to go to Erfi's block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I thought was 943 ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we didn't care cos we got to buy tidbits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Erfi called and said it was 934.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it then we had to go all the way to the other end of the neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tried to skate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wesley already had experience on skating, Erfi too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the only idiot there trying to pop and turn the damn board.&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;Anyway after that, Wesley and me decided to catch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And only us two since Erfi was lazy to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make sure we bring him the next time.&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;So we decided on the movie called 'Connected' which I originally thought was lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started at 4.15 and it was 2.40 at that time, so we decided to go home and meet up at JP again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was freaking tired when I got home and practically had to DRAG myself to JP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was worth it since the movie was FREAKING AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a thriller cum comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is weird.. but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway went back home, blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And gonna die on the bed later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-8177533904236144191?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/8177533904236144191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=8177533904236144191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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lots of birthdays in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm shouting out to another one today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly my CLOSEST friend, and not just a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Hakimi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't know what else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I feel sorry that I couldn't get anything for him on his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I bet he got the greatest birthday present that anyone could ever dream to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway got our results back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did fuckin badly for Geo and History but the rest were okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to those who failed Lit, it ain't the end of the world, hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CA2 and the crappy project will boost your marks up lots! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if it doesn't.. well that's your own decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I guess.&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;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAKIMI! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-370822495816856584?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/370822495816856584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=370822495816856584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/370822495816856584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/370822495816856584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2008/10/121.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-3161255165936164551</id><published>2008-10-13T17:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T17:55:32.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>`          seems to hurt, expected to cry.&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;I didn't really nor did I actually felt any hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt quite good helping two guys out.&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;One's too shy, one's too impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fools in love, hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, exams are OVVVVERRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks and school is over. Omg drastic sad.&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;Nothing to say really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to blog bout my papers since its kinda, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hakimi's bday is two days away, and Alfred's birthday is TODAY! Whoo! hahas :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a big big one.&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;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALFRED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really know which font to go with so I just went with basic black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I find a good one, I'll edit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-3161255165936164551?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/3161255165936164551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>`           where do we go?&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;Today was a torture urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History was first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GUESS it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't say I'll 100% pass or get a B though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science was manageable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sucked was the OTAS, I hate shading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just wastes time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back home, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, planning to go with Logan to skatepark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm using my hari raya money to buy a skateboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which's weird, I never dreamt to actually be interested in skateboarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to use the money to upgrade this stupid crappy laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh there's always next year ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;I still can't forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-5648401899775199787?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/5648401899775199787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=5648401899775199787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/5648401899775199787'/><link 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yeah.&lt;br /&gt;English Paper II and Literature was to fall on us today.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, english was manageable.&lt;br /&gt;It was lit I was worried about.&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously, it was HARD.&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;Argh well.&lt;br /&gt;Bought lunch at IMM, met Lynette and gang on the way.&lt;br /&gt;Met Augustine on the way there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people weren't online today.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas I need someone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;And when you just pour out to one person, it gets kind of stressful for them.&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't mean I get sick of people who actually needs my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, I feel like I'm betraying your trust.&lt;br /&gt;Shits I think I am.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's fucking wrong to do this to you.&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is give you false pretense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Go for it, Hakimi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-469827772945037509?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/469827772945037509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=469827772945037509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/469827772945037509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/469827772945037509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2008/10/that-2nd-last-sentence.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-4309960609681653870</id><published>2008-10-02T18:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T18:39:23.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>`      just turn it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OMG! Bunch of free periods today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Geography was plain crap, Li ying keep getting scolded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its her fucking habit to put her leg up. ~.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Science 2 periods and PE 1 period was changed to FREE PERIODS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OMG fun, played 1 round of poker with the guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chia didn't scold us when he caught us playing though, Avril's pro at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I only played 1 round, the rest of the time was spent talking to Veronica.&lt;br /&gt;We all have our share of problems.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to cheer her up, that was a failure.&lt;br /&gt;Everything I tried just made it worse, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well recess, I CAN FINALLY EAT! :D&lt;br /&gt;Damn Fuad didn't come though.&lt;br /&gt;Art was okay, played riddles and kinda crapped after that.&lt;br /&gt;Kuan Wei's right hand is retarded, period.&lt;br /&gt;English was free period again, this time the guys got caught for playing poker. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they ended up doing seperate stuff, Bryan was listening to music, Erfi was.. I didn't know what erfi did.&lt;br /&gt;Zachary was with Khairul reading Lit text.&lt;br /&gt;Avril and Zhen Wei was reading The Outsiders if I wasn't wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veronica was still emo even after art, I was hoping her group helped her out.&lt;br /&gt;So sat beside her once again.&lt;br /&gt;Liying joined soon after.&lt;br /&gt;We made her smile 4 times! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh MT was going through sentence structures from EYE.&lt;br /&gt;And another free period after that.&lt;br /&gt;Erfi wiped my fucking shirt with chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Screw him.&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;I'm starting to like acoustic songs, although I used to hate playin em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh whatever, paragraphin a blog post sucks. &gt;.&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;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Warm eggs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-4309960609681653870?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/4309960609681653870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=4309960609681653870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/4309960609681653870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/4309960609681653870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-turn-it-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-411336529087901443</id><published>2008-09-30T18:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T18:45:13.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>`        the sky was crying.&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;Okay I slept thru almost every conversation on MSN from 3pm to 6.30pm I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think that I'll sleep that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't know that you'll chat with me anyways.&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;Today was kinda laidback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peien got pissed at something, I got screamed at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to buy mahjong paper, I seriously didn't know how it happened.. it just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crapped with Veronica thru science class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's sad bout something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up yeahs, like you said, one of these days ;]&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;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;the sky's happy now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-411336529087901443?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/411336529087901443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=411336529087901443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/411336529087901443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/411336529087901443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2008/09/sky-was-crying.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-1961929190088961528</id><published>2008-09-29T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T19:27:55.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>`    186&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;Lol kay today was pretty weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was like a 30 min break before start of MT paper 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envied Lara, Amarjeet, Ohnmar and AKS, ITS FREE PERIOD FOR THEM, hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I disturbed Faiz for a while.. fun at first then it just got painful afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MT paper 1 was okay.. I tried to kick Erfi and Faiz's table, front and back, and.. my legs were too short ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess was normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crapped with Lara and Ohnmar for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another empty period following that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Faiz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TREAT HER AS MY SIS YOU DUMB ****.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, paper two was HARD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for me at least, since my malay sucks. Even then, I don't think I'm gonna pass Malay. Either a bad fail or a borderline pass. Damn.&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;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Warm eggs sounds wrong in so many ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-1961929190088961528?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/1961929190088961528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=1961929190088961528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/1961929190088961528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/1961929190088961528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2008/09/186-lol-kay-today-was-pretty-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-4647523090046493332</id><published>2008-09-24T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:27:18.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>`    dead at the scene.&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;Hmm, today didn't go to school cos of fever, damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only crappy thing was that I didn't know what to do so I practically died on the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I ransacked my whole house to find my ipod USB wire and BLG cd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found both! :]&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;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't think I'm changing? Haha I don't know, I guess you don't really feel anything different when you change.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&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;Whoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-4647523090046493332?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/4647523090046493332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=4647523090046493332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/4647523090046493332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/4647523090046493332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2008/09/dead-at-scene.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-3085492572036435676</id><published>2008-09-21T11:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T11:58:27.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>`             such a long way to go.&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;Haha I can't believed I studied most of my subjects already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 6am till 12 noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have nothing else better to do. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm so I really wanted something to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seems I have nothing, hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I'll add up some stuff if anything happens today :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-3085492572036435676?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/3085492572036435676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=3085492572036435676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/3085492572036435676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/3085492572036435676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2008/09/such-long-way-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-8362647713899993713</id><published>2008-09-18T20:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T18:47:47.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>` whoo.&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;So hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took bus again but it didn't break down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography was first two periods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got scolded for no rhyme or reason, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she's going senile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CME was changed into 2 periods of math about our mock exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess we just slacked at the back staircase, it was super noisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was about descriptives again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History, didn't pay attention at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never even said she was gonna set a test today. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was quite okay since the last 3 mins was open book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths, I forgot what we did for maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was the mahjong paper thing? o.o&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;Went home, bathed, slept for 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum hasn't come home yet, weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway things at school when smoother than imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything turned out all right in the end. ;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-8362647713899993713?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/8362647713899993713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=8362647713899993713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/8362647713899993713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/8362647713899993713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2008/09/whoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-8868539178619086074</id><published>2008-09-18T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T20:30:40.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>`          Today, haha.&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;Morning was shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus came late, then the bus broke down at the Singapore Science Centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "****! I'm late! o.o"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But luckily I reached on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography was next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do the essay, didn't care about it actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE was crap, didn't want to talk about it ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science was the microscope thingy and we learnt a new chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexual Reproduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that exciting really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art was research stuff but did it already so disturbed Lara, hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's super fun! {:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was about... I forgot what was it about ;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MT was letter writing and copying a passage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school was Oral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupidly hard picture, relatively easy passage and conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to you, I'm sorry wasn't able to comfort you then, I'm sorry but I'm still not much help to you even now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've changed so much that I'm even starting to hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't my type of thing to hate another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might sound cliched, cheesy, whatever you call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its only to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you know who you are, haha, I just told you this on IM, unless you're still suffering from short term memory ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't mind hating you, you're still my friend after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you're as high as a skyscraper, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I didn't help you go that high, maybe well, I ain't that much help after all. ;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-8868539178619086074?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/8868539178619086074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=8868539178619086074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/8868539178619086074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/8868539178619086074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-9138237897199852921</id><published>2008-09-17T18:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T18:17:11.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>`         I'm blending in so you won't even know me.&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;Hmm, let's start the day with morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took 198 to school. I like taking the bus, gives me time to reflect and to just relax before the cramped school schedule ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, SCHOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths 2 periods, still continued with the mahjong paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its super messed up now ;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MT finished my letter and had a fire drill which was so damn soft, I thought it was the rubbish truck reversing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science only lasted 5 mins, finished 2006 science paper already ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess slacked at foyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembly was cyber wellness, strangely I don't have computer addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature was scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our script was okay but it wasn't printed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet if Ms Straaten saw it, she would tear it to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was relief-ed by Mr Chia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a worksheet and moved on to Project Work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did oral again, boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screwed around with the mic and disturbed ohnmar ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school stay-ed back to follow the guys to eat at Kopitiam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I think Zachary said the chicken rice tastes like crap just so I won't turn hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished up the HE brochure at MLC with Zachary and Arvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the END of my school day.&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;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Whoo, I moved on ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-9138237897199852921?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/9138237897199852921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=9138237897199852921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/9138237897199852921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/9138237897199852921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-blending-in-so-you-wont-even-know-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-7802139319806697958</id><published>2008-09-16T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T20:42:22.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>`          I'm doing this alone now.&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;So a certain someone's feeling down after an incident with her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I don't think I ever had a REAL fight with any of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I did, I'm terribly sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean the things I say like 50% of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of changing my blogsong, not like anyone cares but..yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MT was doing letter writing as a test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea what to write so just wrote crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading period was like free period or study hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths had to do revision via mahjong paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its super useful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like to brush up on previous topics you forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess just hanged out at foyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science was the Waves thingy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was Oral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We received a new passage. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Home Econs, had to do 2 brochures which was super damn rushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Nura was nice though, she extended the deadline till Friday.&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;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;If you kill yourself, I swear I'll never forgive you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-7802139319806697958?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/7802139319806697958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=7802139319806697958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/7802139319806697958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/7802139319806697958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-doing-this-alone-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-3497792659315945528</id><published>2008-09-13T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T23:36:00.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>` mugging but to no avail.&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;I just can't remember topics that I've studied like 5 secs ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to re-refer to it time and time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really wanna go into a good class really really bad. (wow 4 really's.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my usual coffee run ain't helping me to stay awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep at 11, wake up at 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately get ready of school and get out of the house at 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 hours of sleep every week till the end of the fasting month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means I lack 54 hours of sleep when fasting officially ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which MEANS, I'll be a zombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, living faraway ain't all that good when you're fasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this coffee really has no effect on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's been really bothering me, and I won't say what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, haha, till Graduation Day. I shall keep my deepest secret till then {:&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;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Sigh, your death's anniversary's comin soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-3497792659315945528?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/3497792659315945528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=3497792659315945528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/3497792659315945528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/3497792659315945528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2008/09/mugging-but-to-no-avail.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-1737284533061545759</id><published>2008-09-12T20:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T20:12:39.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>` got nothing against you.&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;So I guess this is it.&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;I've been you my crappy nonsense for quite some time now huh? {:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you're gonna treat me like crap then I guess I'm nothing to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its just like Vania 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;Well EYE's are comin really really soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna focus on my studies 100%, I shouldn't even have the time to think bout you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My results this year's fished up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go 3e5 or at least have the same classmates this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its inevitable, our classmates all'll be seperated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I plan and have an insane amount of luck, I might not have to see you again (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;That's the way my story goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-1737284533061545759?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/1737284533061545759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=1737284533061545759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/1737284533061545759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/1737284533061545759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2008/09/got-nothing-against-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-2596374707971571400</id><published>2008-09-08T18:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T19:25:50.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>` it can't hurt to try.&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;So first day of the new term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went VERY smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE was first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame shit period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MT was okay I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;File-ing and went thru the dialogue test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RECESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Fuad and me were trying to find a place to sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back of the school wasn't available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back corner of teacher's toilet was taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foyer was full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recycling corner was packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we sat at the place outside the band room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a decent place, not as interesting though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths we had to do a mind map of all our prev topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it before ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to choose 3 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And describe em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History was plain weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to do a test outside the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished wayyy wayy before fuad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for him to pass up with me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to compare Early Childhood course and the Nursing course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science was okayy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veronica wrote something on my hand so I washed it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the ink kinda ran so it spread all over my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, tried to find Zachary but FAILED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went to JEC with Zane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borrowed La Corda D'oro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back home, chatted, blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;I still miss you, even if I almost see you everyday, I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-2596374707971571400?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/2596374707971571400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=2596374707971571400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/2596374707971571400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/2596374707971571400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-cant-hurt-to-try.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-1672277248078906926</id><published>2008-09-05T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T22:57:49.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>` boooo.&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;So I took back my guitar from amira. Felt bad for it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promises last shorter than expected ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was wrong, amira DIDN'T lose my picks. Nyeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its almost 11pm, and I'm still not sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm hungry since I didn't had a full meal to break fast with, thanks to a certain someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw it, I'm gonna raid the fridge.&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;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Relinked all that was supposed to be relinked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Could've been sooner if I wasn't so lazy.&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/30094845-1672277248078906926?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-30094845.post-694241220070997702</id><published>2008-09-04T17:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T17:29:38.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>` I don't wanna miss anything.&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;So today should actually should be the day I complete all my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not doing too well though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completed 2 math worksheets and 1 history one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, gonna complete the rest at night.&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;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;C and Aminor.  ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-694241220070997702?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/694241220070997702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=694241220070997702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/694241220070997702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/694241220070997702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dont-wanna-miss-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-2595772434355528065</id><published>2008-09-03T14:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T14:53:01.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>`              I'll give you my heart on a string.&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;History supplementary was BORING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we passed the time by doing riddles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Amira's learning the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ain't going too well and I think she's pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it took me like a week to remember all the chords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amira's doing better than I did when I was learning the guitar though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's way better off doing lead or rhythm rather than bass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, bleah.&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;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-2595772434355528065?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/2595772434355528065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=2595772434355528065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/2595772434355528065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/2595772434355528065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2008/09/ill-give-you-my-heart-on-string.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-6672373478065020881</id><published>2008-09-02T17:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:56:06.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>`  yeah.&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;So yeah, I really don't have anything to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well happy fasting to all muslims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm blogging, hungry, and kinda alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know my mum went to work today so basically I could have met up with amira and gave her my guitar. But, my handphone's busted so too bad ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vania's learning malay but.. it ain't going so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not like my malay's good but Vania's is just.. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more hour till I break fast, yay!&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;Hmm, tmr's history supp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School holidays mean you DON'T go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shits, well its only a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna do the test on that day anyway, either that or she already keyed in the marks so I'm dead :D&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;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Bass! Bass! Bass! BASS! Whoo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-6672373478065020881?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/6672373478065020881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=6672373478065020881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/6672373478065020881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/6672373478065020881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2008/09/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-932981613285313289</id><published>2008-08-31T21:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T21:58:39.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;` Nyeh&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;Well kay, thanks to a particular someone, I have a new blogpost idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone hates something about themselves. Well let me post something about this someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things _____ hates about himself/herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He/She always swears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He/She's a big bully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He/She always complains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I hate about him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He/She is so damn stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He/She is so damn clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He/She is sometimes so mean, it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He/She has a pretty powerful slap. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things he/she likes about himself/herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I like about him/her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He/She's super understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He/She's super duper nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He/She is one of the few friends you would kill to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He/She would apologize after every screw up he/she's made and then screw up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So you see, an individual might only see the negative parts about themselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They don't actually realise that they have good points.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;He/She is my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-932981613285313289?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/932981613285313289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=932981613285313289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/932981613285313289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/932981613285313289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2008/08/nyeh-well-kay-thanks-to-particular.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-7890008286789699658</id><published>2008-08-29T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T19:36:42.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>`     Wow.&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;Morning did 2.4km. It wasn't really a run but it took a lot out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I reached school I was out of breath. Secretely went into the toilet and used my inhaler. God I havent used it in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performance gave me a time to rest. I kept coughing. Erfi and AKS's tauntings didn't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then saw Ms Lim's sec school pic. OMG she looks damn......cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took MRT with Zachary, Weiping and his two giant friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planned to go back to primary school but mum forced me not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I reached Queensway MRT I was damn tired. Took a cab and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Polyclinic after that, I got the same doctor from the last visit. Yay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered bout what Ms Lim said that we have only 2 months left as a whole, united 2e5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh reminds me of primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well may sound harsh but I don't miss them one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amira's learning bass guitar!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emphasis on, BASS GUITAR?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss two people in my primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old blur xiaotian and lil old amira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyeh time for medicine.&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;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;2 more months. Make it worthwhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-7890008286789699658?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/7890008286789699658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=7890008286789699658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/7890008286789699658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/7890008286789699658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2008/08/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-1028448196119623919</id><published>2008-08-27T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:59:11.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>`                   Take one down; put away that frown.&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;Maths was okay, MT didn't remember a thing. Science was weird? Veronica talks bout this hot guy I'm so 'dying' to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RECESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was SEL.&lt;br /&gt;We had to make a poem and Zachary's a pretty good poet O.O&lt;br /&gt;ZhiQian has ugly handwriting and Zachary kinda double versed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was weird! ARVIN! Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;Skipped PW for drama.&lt;br /&gt;OMG! Drama was like so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;We won third! Whoo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amira made me have a headache after hitting and kicking me on the head.&lt;br /&gt;Rested under a red jacket then proceeded to Basketball court to relax till saw the guys playing bball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell down while playing bball and it didn't stop bleeding grr.&lt;br /&gt;Then my feet accidentally touched the rice cooker for like 3 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;Then my feet got scalded. Well I'm not usually THIS clumsy but then because of the headache..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So technically, its all Amira's fault.&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;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;GRATS MANISSA! {:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-1028448196119623919?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/1028448196119623919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=1028448196119623919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/1028448196119623919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/1028448196119623919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2008/08/take-one-down-put-away-that-frown.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-5545253668654178413</id><published>2008-08-25T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:09:12.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>` We're gonna die.&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;I don't give a fuck anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna unban all IPs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spam all you like on the tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I know whom most of the spammers on the tagboard are.&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;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;3 more posts; Forgive and forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-5545253668654178413?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/5545253668654178413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=5545253668654178413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/5545253668654178413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/5545253668654178413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2008/08/were-gonna-die.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-8355191892453538895</id><published>2008-08-24T17:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T17:39:02.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[Verse]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He´s drinking cold Corona &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Feels like he's getting older &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now and noticing how he's finding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Grey hairs left in the shower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tattoos fade by the hour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And he can't understand these feelings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why life is getting him down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He used to smile now he frowns &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And cries inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been this way for a while &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And he can't seem to put things right &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When life has been unkind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And you're losing your mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Look in the mirror afraid of what you'll find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It feels like time's not on your side &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[Verse]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He doesn't like to mention&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Applying for his pension &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So his children don't know he's heading&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Into a mid-life crisis &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He can't afford the prices for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The new kitchen floor he's buying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He's been a drunk of his life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Two kids, a dog and a wife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He doesn´t know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And in the daytime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;he just sits and watches television shows &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When life has been unkind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And you're losing your mind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Look in the mirror afraid of what you'll find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It feels like time's not on your side &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[Bridge]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't know why but somehow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The ones you love you hate now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;you feel down and blue &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Look at what you've thrown away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They stood beside you all the way &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now it's too late, it's too late for you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When life has been unkind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And you're losing your mind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Look in the mirror afraid of what you'll find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It feels like time's not on your side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-8355191892453538895?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-30094845.post-6963184812159972450</id><published>2008-08-23T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T22:04:59.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>`     They think I'm fake.&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;Well. Weiping's band is gonna perform at the ArtHouse. (Whatever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Arthouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 12noon to 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Price is 12 bucks. Nyeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 bands performing. 30 mins to perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who want to buy tickets ask me kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think Pervy Boy is performing (are they?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it may be the only chance to get to see my ex neighbour in skinnies ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the amps and gadgets are good. Yuhua instruments suck, big time.&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;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;KAOSSPAD! KAOSSPAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-6963184812159972450?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/6963184812159972450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=6963184812159972450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/6963184812159972450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/6963184812159972450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2008/08/they-think-im-fake.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-6010675346385954274</id><published>2008-08-22T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T23:04:39.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>` Nyeh!&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;Well double posted since I'm super bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today SEL we learnt bout Internet Pornography/Addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I paid attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuad was pointing fingers to people who watches porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's super damn annoying but fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths was okay, maths ranking improved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arvin, Avril, Lara and Liying counted the number of times, TSP said 'actually'.&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;I'm still not gonna forgive you. Put on a happy face then stab me in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever thought of bein the second Hitler?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russia would want somebody like you.&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;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Nose bleeds, urgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-6010675346385954274?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/6010675346385954274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=6010675346385954274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/6010675346385954274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/6010675346385954274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2008/08/nyeh-well-double-posted-since-im-super.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-5127949513082763060</id><published>2008-08-22T20:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T20:55:15.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;` No mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know why I have no mood?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly after school we got mugged by a gang, not that serious, just got cursed and sweared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cut my hair and it looks like shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The milk in my fridge spoilt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I wanted to go out, it rained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I tried to switch on my TV it emitted a high pitch sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I wanted to go play bball after it rained, it closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So basically my life's a bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, Weiping introduced me to Muse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't quite like their music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their guitarists are wicked though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well but thanks to Muse did I found out bout Kaoss pad's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaoss pad pics ;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJK19nP6YDg/SK60Qf4uUiI/AAAAAAAAABc/VNIuEn49V0M/s1600-h/336544152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237321612208788002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJK19nP6YDg/SK60Qf4uUiI/AAAAAAAAABc/VNIuEn49V0M/s320/336544152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJK19nP6YDg/SK60qQaRcZI/AAAAAAAAABk/slxNEXW8eMY/s1600-h/Black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237322054731133330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJK19nP6YDg/SK60qQaRcZI/AAAAAAAAABk/slxNEXW8eMY/s320/Black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Compact version, fixed ON the guitar, sheesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJK19nP6YDg/SK604fH7JuI/AAAAAAAAABs/84N3xRpbbx8/s1600-h/Kaoss+pad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237322299198875362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJK19nP6YDg/SK604fH7JuI/AAAAAAAAABs/84N3xRpbbx8/s320/Kaoss+pad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJK19nP6YDg/SK61GKhY6II/AAAAAAAAAB0/f39UCMYq2l0/s1600-h/Woo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237322534186707074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJK19nP6YDg/SK61GKhY6II/AAAAAAAAAB0/f39UCMYq2l0/s320/Woo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So basically this what a Kaoss pad does :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Kaoss Pad is a Touchpad MIDI controller, sampler, and effects processer for audio and musical instruments made by Korg.&lt;br /&gt;The Kaoss Pad's touchpad can be used to control its internal effects engine, which can be applied to a line-in signal or to samples recorded from the line-in. Effects types include pitch shifting, distortion, filtering, wah-wah, tremolo, flanging, delay, reverberation, auto-panning, gating, phasing, and ring modulation.&lt;br /&gt;The Kaoss Pad can also be used as a MIDI controller, with the x- and y-axis positions of a finger on its pad being output via a MIDI out connection as two continuous controller streams. The sum of the x and y positions can also be output as a third continuous controller stream.&lt;br /&gt;The original model, released in 1999, is known as the KP1 Kaoss Pad. Korg have since released an updated version of the Kaoss Pad: the KP2, with a number of new features; the KPE1 Kaoss Pad Entrancer, a Kaoss pad that can process both sound and video; and most recently the KP3, which began shipping in October 2006.&lt;br /&gt;In the spring of 2007, Korg released a newer version of the Kaoss Pad, entitled the mini-KP. This new Kaoss Pad was based on the KP3, using many of the same essential elements. As the name suggests, the mini-KP is a reduced-in-size version of its big brother, the KP3. The mini-KP offers 100 effects/programs and two memory banks. It is powered by 4 AA batteries so that users can fully utilize the portability of the mini-KP; however, the mini-KP's touchscreen is not backlit and has no MIDI output.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to Wikipedia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds complicated right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically a Kaoss pad distorts the sound made by the guitar and adjusts it based on the placement of your finger to the Kaoss pad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It damn costs USD 200.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is around 300 bucks here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-5127949513082763060?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/5127949513082763060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=5127949513082763060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/5127949513082763060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/5127949513082763060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJK19nP6YDg/SK60Qf4uUiI/AAAAAAAAABc/VNIuEn49V0M/s72-c/336544152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-4030539516743552392</id><published>2008-08-21T17:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T17:56:33.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>`   Coasters.&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;So I chatted with this guy I know nothing about, claiming to be adding me at random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he knows Hajar Heidi Faiz and Manissa, wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows my primary school and then found out they spoke something bout me, roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bastards. Well at least I got a new friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the freaking hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you just want to fucking fit in or do you just enjoy being a hypocrite, either that or you enjoy making me THINK you're my friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It worked, I believed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make up your mind cos I really don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Cookie.&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/30094845-4030539516743552392?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/4030539516743552392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=4030539516743552392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/4030539516743552392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/4030539516743552392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2008/08/coasters.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-7656807807707440772</id><published>2008-08-19T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T20:32:21.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>`          She's in denial.&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;Damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School, drama, and a cancelled peer tutoring. Need I say more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished paper one of the third paper of the portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyeh nothin else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-7656807807707440772?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/7656807807707440772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=7656807807707440772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/7656807807707440772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/7656807807707440772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2008/08/shes-in-denial.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-3226744973616577219</id><published>2008-08-17T18:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T18:37:33.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>`          SMILE! :D&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;I just noticed most of the blogs I go have so many damn negative posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO? You're still in primary/secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait till you work, then you have something to complain about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just noticed my own posts has some negative ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every post of mine has a deeper meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised many of you guys have your own deeper meaning too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me some time to realise that.&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;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Everyone's got problems;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;That's the way the story goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-3226744973616577219?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/3226744973616577219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=3226744973616577219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/3226744973616577219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/3226744973616577219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2008/08/smile-d-i-just-noticed-most-of-blogs-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-1021914158550302945</id><published>2008-08-16T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T19:16:27.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A random short story! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley.&lt;br /&gt;A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, "Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine."&lt;br /&gt;The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges.&lt;br /&gt; In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces missing.The people stared. How can he say his heart is more beautiful?? they thought. The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," said the old man, "Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges - giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting.&lt;br /&gt;" So now do you see what true beauty is?"&lt;br /&gt;The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands.&lt;br /&gt;The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges.&lt;br /&gt;The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his.&lt;br /&gt;They embraced and walked away side by side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL! Its the love you share that makes who you are. (At least I think that's the moral? I couldn't think of anything else.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUITION WAS BORING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairi's back from the NPCC crap.&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;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Could you sit here tonight; in the moonlight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-1021914158550302945?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/1021914158550302945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=1021914158550302945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/1021914158550302945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/1021914158550302945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-short-story-d-one-day-young-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-8047087772156008513</id><published>2008-08-15T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T00:00:01.357+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For now.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>` For now.&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;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy B`day VANIA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Almost forgot bout your b'day. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally you're 14! After 4 years of knowing each other, woots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're somehow like an older sis to me o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just..less mature, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway its 12am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the gym today! YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;Gonna slack somewhere after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now. For now. For now. For now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-8047087772156008513?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/8047087772156008513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=8047087772156008513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/8047087772156008513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/8047087772156008513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2008/08/for-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-6840198981682897445</id><published>2008-08-15T19:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T21:53:35.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>` Just remember.&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;MIA for 2 days :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 2 day hiatus for you guys ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, had Geog test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was super lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat beside Avril durin Eng thru History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's super damn random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played kiss the dead guys with Arvin and gang ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya Zachary cut his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it looks weird but it'll grow on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting headache from McFly songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny's voice is irratating o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Turn the world around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-6840198981682897445?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/6840198981682897445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=6840198981682897445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/6840198981682897445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/6840198981682897445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-4673654660969971680</id><published>2008-08-12T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T21:06:56.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>`             It don't matter.&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;Well bleah nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Khin Sint(whatever.) scolded fuck to li ying. Damn was I shocked o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, all he can say is, f--- and shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LY: Eh khin sint, stop it lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKS: shuutttt up, f--- you. (middle finger shows o.o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pei En( extra): You scold my friend for what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKS: you also shut up, f--- you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*khin sint turns around facing whiteboard.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LY: ....&lt;br /&gt;AKS:...&lt;br /&gt;ZQ: ...Zz&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...Zz&lt;br /&gt;PE: $%&amp;amp;*()(*&amp;amp;^%$#$%^&amp;amp;*()*&amp;amp;^%$#@@#$%^&amp;amp;*().&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I hurt Amira's neck o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With an ice cube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&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;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Hairclips taste nice o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-4673654660969971680?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/4673654660969971680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=4673654660969971680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/4673654660969971680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/4673654660969971680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-dont-matter.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-2470303315847248339</id><published>2008-08-11T19:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T19:38:10.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>`     I don't know how the hell I fell in love with you.&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;Well class gathering today woots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleah, some didn't come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiaotian and RongFan left early &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lexuan and Manissa didn't even come, ROAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't like her, grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could, but I shouldn't o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone eventually left so decided to catch the Dark Knight with Xiaohui and Elora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to pee in the middle of the movie, zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I held it in :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm nearly 3/4 way to finish Math!&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;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;I'll be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-2470303315847248339?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/2470303315847248339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=2470303315847248339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/2470303315847248339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/2470303315847248339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-dont-know-how-hell-i-fell-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-6127844509354679512</id><published>2008-08-10T23:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T23:17:54.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>` Hmmph.&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;I'll keep this short.&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;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Once bitten, twice shy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Should've learnt my lesson, I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Seems like that's all I can say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-6127844509354679512?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/6127844509354679512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=6127844509354679512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/6127844509354679512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/6127844509354679512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2008/08/hmmph.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30094845.post-7152135705882560672</id><published>2008-08-09T22:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:07:58.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;` From another point of view.&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;Bleah.Things have been going crazy lately.&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;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I downloaded every McFly song from Radio:Active! WOOTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleah, I finished Math too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow damn, I love POV. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has meaning. Apart from the other shit punk rock bands who don't even understand what they're even freaking singing. Oh yeah I ripped Pervy Boy's photo from Michelle's blog. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJK19nP6YDg/SJ2yJM8lfYI/AAAAAAAAABI/4xSOZREsmtU/s1600-h/Pervyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232534213238291842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJK19nP6YDg/SJ2yJM8lfYI/AAAAAAAAABI/4xSOZREsmtU/s320/Pervyy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJK19nP6YDg/SJ2yJM8lfYI/AAAAAAAAABI/4xSOZREsmtU/s1600-h/Pervyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJK19nP6YDg/SJ2yJM8lfYI/AAAAAAAAABI/4xSOZREsmtU/s1600-h/Pervyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They could be one of the decent Singapore bands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God, ms straaten and her sis both sound the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine all the pranks you could pull with a gift like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who freaking knew that you could be so damn clueless for so long? o.o&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;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Yeah, you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30094845-7152135705882560672?l=confessionzdan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/feeds/7152135705882560672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30094845&amp;postID=7152135705882560672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/7152135705882560672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30094845/posts/default/7152135705882560672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzdan.blogspot.com/2008/08/from-another-point-of-view.html' title=''/><author><name>Once, Twice, None.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108674475068776059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJK19nP6YDg/SJ2yJM8lfYI/AAAAAAAAABI/4xSOZREsmtU/s72-c/Pervyy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
