<?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-7316727</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:00:44.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dream of californication</title><subtitle type='html'>......................bleh</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7316727.post-112608917947889048</id><published>2005-09-07T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T18:32:59.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my braces are killing me. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ari said my guitar sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean. he said i can't play for nuts or something to that effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. he can play well even if i do say so.&lt;br /&gt;2. he is an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;3. my playing does suck.&lt;br /&gt;4. but i'm not going to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;5. because i rock.&lt;br /&gt;6. and he doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;7. because he has never heard me play and has no right to say my playing sucks.&lt;br /&gt;8. even if it does.&lt;br /&gt;9. therefore he sucks.&lt;br /&gt;10. therefore i'm going to say that his guitar AND his playing sucks.&lt;br /&gt;11. sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. CHA-CHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my braces ARE FUCKING KILLING ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put a gun to your head pull the trigger and you're dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh yeah. i bought a pedal. distortion. i love it. but uhh i can't really play so =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT i will practice and practice and uh. wo bu zhi dao bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love budu and we went out on monday and got my om team pissed because i was supposed to meet them at jia kang's house. only i didn't know what time and went pedal shopping with kovan shoo paul and terrence so my om team got pissed HURRAY. terrence is a great ego deflator. paul is effing funny. you can see what he said at &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/shooli/56306.html#cutid1"&gt; shoo's blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. stupid ronin i got try again =( i wonder who's that girl?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-112608917947889048?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/112608917947889048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=112608917947889048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/112608917947889048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/112608917947889048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-braces-are-killing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-112462299408530912</id><published>2005-08-21T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T23:24:50.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sleepy again. how many posts have i started like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it occured (sp?) to me that i'm a terrible mean selfish stuck up weird person that would probably have no friends. because i speak before i think and i probably offend a lot of people. if i've ever offended anyone unintentionally i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how come i've been feeling so depressed recently? is this turning into an angsty teen post? never mind, let me have my angsty post because i'm an angsty teen. i have uhh two friends. and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH I CANT THINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry sorry sorry am i a very terrible person? i think i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so my dad got me a creative zen 20g mp3 player. it needs a name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mervyn. he's acting strange and it's probably something i said. again. i always say the stupidest things.&lt;br /&gt;terrence. he's gonna teach me guitar.&lt;br /&gt;my band. i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sleepy i cant think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i know is that i'm sorry. i'm so so sorry. i don't know what for, or whom to, but i'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-112462299408530912?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/112462299408530912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=112462299408530912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/112462299408530912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/112462299408530912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-sleepy-again.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-112349932825346921</id><published>2005-08-08T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T19:08:48.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>celebrations today were bs. nobody was really paying attention. the old folks were damn cute though. they were waving at us so cutely &lt;3 i felt like hugging them. and they're so nice and appreciative. unlike us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guest speaker was quite incomprehendable. he kept talking about hiroshima and we were like "and that has to do with singapore because?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sec three dances coulda been better. oh well we can't complain. it's not like our class got in in the first place =( i think i screwed that up for us. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so after that i went for lunch with julie. and then we went to heeren. it was boring. so she bought some ff stickers and a wallet pouch thing and then she went home. then i went for my appointment thing where my parents and i spent about one and a half hours sitting on the disgusting uncomfortable plastic chairs and about 3 minutes in the doctor's room. then we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and have i mentioned my abominable unbearable fucking NECKACHE? i swear, if it doesn't go away soon i will DIE. it's been hurting since like forever. since this morning's celebrations to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i've got the stupid half-asleep half-awake feeling you get when you're sick. fucking flu bug is flying around like anything. i bet if you took a random sample of air there'll be a flu bug inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah well. i hope my neckache goes AWAY. ARGH. I AM GOING TO SMASH MY HEAD AGAINST THE WALL BYEBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-112349932825346921?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/112349932825346921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=112349932825346921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/112349932825346921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/112349932825346921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/08/celebrations-today-were-bs.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-112324774800218037</id><published>2005-08-05T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T22:54:32.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nobody tags anymore! ahh so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i love if i die tomorrow! vince &lt;33333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up to find myself &lt;br /&gt;After all these years &lt;br /&gt;And where all the time has gone &lt;br /&gt;Still seems so unclear &lt;br /&gt;Cause there's no one else &lt;br /&gt;Since I found you &lt;br /&gt;I know it's been so hard &lt;br /&gt;You should know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I die tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;As the minutes fade away &lt;br /&gt;I can't remember &lt;br /&gt;Have I said all I can say &lt;br /&gt;You're my everything &lt;br /&gt;You make me feel so alive &lt;br /&gt;If I die tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It brings out the worst in me &lt;br /&gt;When you're not around &lt;br /&gt;I missed the sound of your voice &lt;br /&gt;The silence seems so loud &lt;br /&gt;Cause there's no one else &lt;br /&gt;Since I found you &lt;br /&gt;I know it's been so hard &lt;br /&gt;You should know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I die tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;As the minutes fade away &lt;br /&gt;I can't remember &lt;br /&gt;Have I said, all I can say &lt;br /&gt;You're my everything &lt;br /&gt;You make me feel so alive &lt;br /&gt;If I die tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent all my life &lt;br /&gt;Looking for our innocence &lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing to lose &lt;br /&gt;Nothing to prove &lt;br /&gt;I won't make the same mistakes &lt;br /&gt;Now I know &lt;br /&gt;That everything will be okay &lt;br /&gt;If I die tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I die tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;As the minutes fade away &lt;br /&gt;I can't remember &lt;br /&gt;Have I said all I can say &lt;br /&gt;You're my everything &lt;br /&gt;You make me feel so alive &lt;br /&gt;You're my everything &lt;br /&gt;You make me feel so alive &lt;br /&gt;If I die tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;If I die tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my contacts! so fun. and i painted my surprised specs with black nail polish. apparently the frame was making me look permanently surprised. so i decided to paint it black in an attempt to save my facial expressions. i think it looks better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom bought me a new bag! &lt;3 i'm putting patches and badges on it and it looks WICKED she rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k uhh. nothing bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-112324774800218037?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/112324774800218037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=112324774800218037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/112324774800218037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/112324774800218037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/08/nobody-tags-anymore-ahh-so-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-112299369857156674</id><published>2005-08-02T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T22:41:38.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay vince has a hot voice. as in from motley crue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut me up another slice of your pie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weebl and bob must love motley crue to little pie bits and pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'm a veh heavy volls voyce and a butterhead. so there. the rest can fuck off. whoever the rest is. those who aren't veh heavy volls voyce or butterheads i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i'm sick. as in, not that kinda pervy sick, as in sore throat sick. which is a big fat bummer because it makes me feel like i have a golf ball in my throat. i just realised that i dont know what tonsils are. is it that dangly thing there in the middle? or those two flappy things at the back, on either side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lozenges don't work unless you push them all the way back, like until you're nearly gonna swallow it. which is kinda dangerous. especially if you happen to be falling asleep in math, like i was. but hey i'm still alive (sorry, i can't help it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm counting down the days to saturday, sunday, monday and then tuesday. oh glorious school-free days, how we worship thee!&lt;br /&gt;saturday: jamming, mervyn, guitar lesson!&lt;br /&gt;sunday: NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;monday: celebrations, brace appointment, BUDU &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;tuesday: O GLORIOUS SINGAPORE THANK YOU FOR THE HOLIDAY (andhappybirthday) JAMMING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three more days! THREE MORE DAYS! THREE. MORE. DAYS!!! we can do it we can do it cmon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where do bad folks go when they die?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-112299369857156674?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/112299369857156674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=112299369857156674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/112299369857156674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/112299369857156674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/08/okay-vince-has-hot-voice.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-112281170556870728</id><published>2005-07-31T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T20:12:31.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now it's generally rude to laugh at others' english (or attempt at xD) but honestly, who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Bangkok temple: &lt;br /&gt;"IT IS FORBIDDEN TO ENTER A WOMAN, EVEN &lt;br /&gt;A FOREIGNER, IF DRESSED AS A MAN." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cocktail lounge, Norway: &lt;br /&gt;"LADIES ARE REQUESTED NOT TO HAVE &lt;br /&gt;CHILDREN IN THE BAR." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctors office, Rome: &lt;br /&gt;"SPECIALIST IN WOMEN AND OTHER &lt;br /&gt;DISEASES. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dry cleaners, Bangkok: &lt;br /&gt;"DROP YOUR TROUSERS HERE FOR THE &lt;br /&gt;BEST RESULTS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Nairobi restaurant: &lt;br /&gt;"CUSTOMERS WHO FIND OUR WAITRESSES &lt;br /&gt;RUDE OUGHT TO SEE THE MANAGER." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a poster at Kencom: &lt;br /&gt;"ARE YOU AN ADULT THAT CANNOT READ? IF &lt;br /&gt;SO, WE CAN HELP." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a City restaurant: &lt;br /&gt;"OPEN SEVEN DAYS A WEEK AND &lt;br /&gt;WEEKENDS." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sign seen on an automatic restroom hand dryer: &lt;br /&gt;"DO NOT ACTIVATE WITH WET HANDS." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a cemetery: &lt;br /&gt;"PERSONS ARE PROHIBITED FROM PICKING &lt;br /&gt;FLOWERS FROM ANY BUT THEIR OWN &lt;br /&gt;GRAVES." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tokyo hotel's rules and regulations: &lt;br /&gt;"GUESTS ARE REQUESTED NOT TO SMOKE &lt;br /&gt;OR DO OTHER DISGUSTING BEHAVIOURS IN &lt;br /&gt;BED." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the menu of a Swiss restaurant: &lt;br /&gt;"OUR WINES LEAVE YOU NOTHING TO HOPE &lt;br /&gt;FOR." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Tokyo bar: &lt;br /&gt;"SPECIAL COCKTAILS FOR THE LADIES WITH &lt;br /&gt;NUTS." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel, Yugoslavia: &lt;br /&gt;"THE FLATTENING OF UNDERWEAR WITH &lt;br /&gt;PLEASURE IS THE JOB OF THE &lt;br /&gt;CHAMBERMAID." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel, Japan: &lt;br /&gt;"YOU ARE INVITED TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF &lt;br /&gt;THE CHAMBERMAID." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the lobby of a Moscow hotel across from a &lt;br /&gt;Russian Orthodox monastery: &lt;br /&gt;"YOU ARE WELCOME TO VISIT THE &lt;br /&gt;CEMETERY WHERE FAMOUS RUSSIAN AND &lt;br /&gt;SOVIET COMPOSERS, ARTISTS, AND &lt;br /&gt;WRITERS ARE BURIED DAILY EXCEPT &lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sign posted in Germany's Black Forest: &lt;br /&gt;"IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN ON OUR BLACK &lt;br /&gt;FOREST CAMPING SITE THAT PEOPLE OF &lt;br /&gt;DIFFERENT SEX, FOR INSTANCE, MEN AND &lt;br /&gt;WOMEN, LIVE TOGETHER IN ONE TENT &lt;br /&gt;UNLESS THEY ARE MARRIED WITH EACH &lt;br /&gt;OTHER FOR THIS PURPOSE." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel, Zurich: &lt;br /&gt;"BECAUSE OF THE IMPROPRIETY OF &lt;br /&gt;ENTERTAINING GUESTS OF THE OPPOSITE &lt;br /&gt;SEX IN THE BEDROOM, IT IS SUGGESTED &lt;br /&gt;THAT THE LOBBY BE USED FOR THIS &lt;br /&gt;PURPOSE." &gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advertisement for donkey rides, Thailand: &lt;br /&gt;"WOULD YOU LIKE TO RIDE ON YOUR OWN &lt;br /&gt;ASS?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The box of a clockwork toy made in Hong Kong: &lt;br /&gt;"GUARANTEED TO WORK THROUGHOUT ITS &lt;br /&gt;USEFUL LIFE." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Swiss mountain inn: &lt;br /&gt;"SPECIAL TODAY - NO ICE-CREAM." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airline ticket office, Copenhagen: &lt;br /&gt;"WE TAKE YOUR BAGS AND SEND THEM IN &lt;br /&gt;ALL DIRECTIONS." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A laundry in Rome: &lt;br /&gt;"LADIES, LEAVE YOUR CLOTHES HERE AND &lt;br /&gt;SPEND THE AFTERNOON HAVING A GOOD &lt;br /&gt;TIME."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, the things you can find in cold storage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://jupiter.walagata.com/w/drstormy/bang.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://jupiter.walagata.com/w/drstormy/potato_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://jupiter.walagata.com/w/drstormy/dipstick_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoever thought supermarkets and bio performance tasks could be such fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wild side!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-112281170556870728?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/112281170556870728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=112281170556870728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/112281170556870728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/112281170556870728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/07/now-its-generally-rude-to-laugh-at.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-112195319565026056</id><published>2005-07-21T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T21:39:55.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooooh sha'ari got another cat! now he's got julian (the biggest and the fattest one), emma (the busybody one) and phoebe (the sweet little thing). they're all white and fluffy and they're SO FUCKING CUTE!!!!!!!!!! i just love animals. except insects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my guitar's improving! and so is gay gan's bass! and shoo is already pro! so maybe, our band will be pro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think maybe i was kinda mean to prav. well sorreeee =/ yes i meant that. and that wasnt supposed to be sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and nadiah is head prefect! yeah baby yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay one day i'll maybe write a halfway decent song that i'll maybe post here. and i'll maybe hope that nobody will ever read it. but only maybe one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this could be your sick love song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-112195319565026056?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/112195319565026056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=112195319565026056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/112195319565026056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/112195319565026056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/07/ooooh-shaari-got-another-cat-now-hes.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-112159436627984321</id><published>2005-07-17T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:59:26.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ugh i am so annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so so annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baybeats was fun though. &lt;a href="http://www.brandtson.com/"&gt;brandtson&lt;/a&gt; rocks! they're from ohio. salima and nicole cajoled me into letting them treat me as their personal barbie, and i ended up with lots of black gunk on my eyelids. and weird hair. nicole kept saying that i was hot though. what an ego xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah too bad we only listen to two brandtson songs, then we had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never try to flag a taxi at pan pacific at 1150. there are NONE. okay maybe there are, but most are changing shifts and only go to weird places like pasir ris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quiz thing.&lt;br /&gt;LAST PERSON WHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Slept in your bed&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Saw you cry&lt;br /&gt;sali? i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Made you cry&lt;br /&gt;forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You shared a drink with&lt;br /&gt;wan ting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Went to the movies with u&lt;br /&gt;forgot. uhh, family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Went to a mall with&lt;br /&gt;aruna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Yelled at you&lt;br /&gt;parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Sent you an email&lt;br /&gt;dunno hotmail spoilt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Said "I love you" and meant it&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Gotten in a fight with your pet -&lt;br /&gt;no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Drank Alcohol&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Been to Hawaii -&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Been to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;dunno. probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Danced naked&lt;br /&gt;O_O yes. in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Dreamed something really crazy and then it &lt;br /&gt;happened the next day&lt;br /&gt;actually yeah lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Wished you were the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;no but i wished i had a lower voice though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Had an imaginary friend&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Gotten beaten up&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Smoke&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Curse&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Sing well&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately... no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Sing in the shower&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Talk to yourself&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Play an instrument&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Think you're a health freak&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Get along with your parents&lt;br /&gt;sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Get along with your siblings?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Worst feeling in the world&lt;br /&gt;betrayal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Future number of kids and their names&lt;br /&gt;2. dunno and dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What's under your bed?&lt;br /&gt;dust bunnies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Favorite sport to watch&lt;br /&gt;dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Siblings&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Location&lt;br /&gt;my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. College Plans&lt;br /&gt;dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Piercing / Tattoos&lt;br /&gt;four piercings, i had 6 at one point. i want two tattoos min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Music Player&lt;br /&gt;hifi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. DVD player or VCR player&lt;br /&gt;dvd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Pocket money&lt;br /&gt;non existant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Laundry basket&lt;br /&gt;chipmunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Mouth&lt;br /&gt;braces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXTRA STUFF:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Have you done drugs?&lt;br /&gt;cough syrup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Who was your first best friend?&lt;br /&gt;i forgot his name. when i was two and a half, in hong kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What clothes do you sleep in?&lt;br /&gt;shirt and long pants and my brace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Where do you want to be married?&lt;br /&gt;dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Who do you really hate?&lt;br /&gt;disclosed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you drive?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Do you have a job?&lt;br /&gt;yeah i'm superman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you like being around people?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes and depends on who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUFF:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Do you have a kind of person you always go &lt;br /&gt;after?&lt;br /&gt;dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Want something you don't have right now?&lt;br /&gt;yes. FOOD. CHOCOLATE. MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Are you lonely right now?&lt;br /&gt;quite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Song that's stuck in your head a lot&lt;br /&gt;now its hollaback girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Do you want to be married?&lt;br /&gt;ehh yes actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you want kids?&lt;br /&gt;maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVOURITE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Band -&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Color&lt;br /&gt;black and red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Perfume or colonge&lt;br /&gt;cologne turns me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Month&lt;br /&gt;december&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE LAST 48 HOURS, HAVE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Cried&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Bought something&lt;br /&gt;yeah food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Gotten Sick&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Sang&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Told someone you loved them!&lt;br /&gt;yeah! nicole!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-112159436627984321?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/112159436627984321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=112159436627984321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/112159436627984321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/112159436627984321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/07/ugh-i-am-so-annoyed.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-112108729620202175</id><published>2005-07-11T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T21:08:16.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it got stolen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this goes out to all those underaged idiots who think that drinking is the coolest thing on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please stop trying to act like you're so mature. it's actually kinda stupid. and if you get drunk it's even stupider. not to mention that hangovers are the worst kind of headaches on earth, except for mabye those you get right before you die if you get like brain cancer or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so stop it. it annoys people and isn't very good for you either. unless someone offers you alcohol and you think that they'll be offended if you dont accept (provided that you'll actually care if they get offended that is), don't drink. and certainly don't ask someone for a drink. unless it's your parents then i guess it's okay since they'll have more sense than give you too much, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random thought, is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-112108729620202175?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/112108729620202175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=112108729620202175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/112108729620202175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/112108729620202175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/07/it-got-stolen-oh-well-whatever.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-112065239572798205</id><published>2005-07-06T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T20:19:55.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top 10 songs in my iTunes&lt;br /&gt;10. Velvet Revolver - Slither&lt;br /&gt;9. Motley Crue - Kickstart My Heart&lt;br /&gt;8. Muse - Plug In Baby&lt;br /&gt;7. GnR - Paradise City&lt;br /&gt;6. The Killers - Mr Brightside&lt;br /&gt;5. Jason Mraz - The Remedy&lt;br /&gt;4. Nirvana - Smells Like Teen Spirit&lt;br /&gt;3. RHCP - Californication&lt;br /&gt;2. Eagles - Hotel California&lt;br /&gt;1. GnR - Sweet Child O' Mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was random =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay thanks to the stupid influence of shoo budu i'm starting to like slither ._. okay lah it's nice lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fall to pieces is nice too! oh yeah i found a nirvana patch at tampines interchange and i'm so in love with it i am going to buy it tomorrow i fucking SWEAR. wtf it's SO NICE. and it's only TWO BUCKS. and there are like lots of nirvana badges too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i was supposed to go home with rachel (her mom always gives me lifts home after drama ends), but with nirvana badges and patches calling to me, no way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's one of those small temporary boothy things. i hope the badges and patches won't be gone by then! there was only one of each patch/badge so if its gone it wont come back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah the french exchange students are here today. i shall curse the fact that i am not singaporean, and that moelc only allowed singaporeans to apply for the programme. but i shall not be jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, dinner. ciaoz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-112065239572798205?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/112065239572798205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=112065239572798205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/112065239572798205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/112065239572798205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/07/hello-top-10-songs-in-my-itunes-10.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-112049346434195559</id><published>2005-07-04T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T00:11:04.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am such a loser &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah well, check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pocket money a month- $205&lt;br /&gt;phone bill last month- $60&lt;br /&gt;owed to mom- $40&lt;br /&gt;owed to friends- i can't remember, around $30 at least&lt;br /&gt;owed to me- around $50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this month i have around $150 to spend. and i already spend half of that. i have about $65 left. and it's only the fourth of july (independence day, but who cares.) for fuck's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh geez who the hell invented money? if i could i would invent a time machine and go back in time to bribe the guy into not inventing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see? money again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how sad has the world become. life and death depends on little bits of paper. this afternoon i bought a packet of tissue from an old lady near plaza singapura. her sign said, "30 cents", but i gave her a two dollar note and said in mandarin, "Aunty, i haven't any spare change." it's what i always do when i come across old ladies selling tissue packets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why i said that, but i just think it was weird. i dunno. i just think it's so silly that people are practically dying for these little bits of paper with print on them. okay so maybe that's just shallow of me to think that, and i should probably look into the value of money and not just its appearance and physical properties, but hey, in the end they're just little bits of paper. people actually get sent to jail and in some cases, get capitally punished (or killed, simply put) for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah thats all. for my own amusement i'm going to paste a chunk of my convo with wanker here. it involves the sad state of my pocket money. read if you will, at your own risk, you have been warned. i am hopeless at managing money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.*~ el-3na ~*.     unsound.            [by the way i tried to say i'd be there] says:&lt;br /&gt;i have like&lt;br /&gt;.*~ el-3na ~*.     unsound.            [by the way i tried to say i'd be there] says:&lt;br /&gt;-$50&lt;br /&gt;.*~ el-3na ~*.     unsound.            [by the way i tried to say i'd be there] says:&lt;br /&gt;i owe my friends, my school owes me, and my mom wouldn't give my half my pocket money because i've already used the other half&lt;br /&gt;.*~ el-3na ~*.     unsound.            [by the way i tried to say i'd be there] says:&lt;br /&gt;i seem to be awful at managing my money&lt;br /&gt;.*~ el-3na ~*.     unsound.            [by the way i tried to say i'd be there] says:&lt;br /&gt;it's like, one month i rack up huge debts and the next month i spend half the pocket money trying to repay them, and then i do it again because half my pocket money is gone&lt;br /&gt;.*~ el-3na ~*.     unsound.            [by the way i tried to say i'd be there] says:&lt;br /&gt;it's like a bloody vicious cycle&lt;br /&gt;.*~ el-3na ~*.     unsound.            [by the way i tried to say i'd be there] says:&lt;br /&gt;and it's not like i get very little pocket money&lt;br /&gt;.*~ el-3na ~*.     unsound.            [by the way i tried to say i'd be there] says:&lt;br /&gt;it's just that i eat too much and spend too much&lt;br /&gt;.*~ el-3na ~*.     unsound.            [by the way i tried to say i'd be there] says:&lt;br /&gt;and it's not like i buy stuff that're really expensive&lt;br /&gt;.*~ el-3na ~*.     unsound.            [by the way i tried to say i'd be there] says:&lt;br /&gt;its just that i buy lots of tiny little stuff that i don't notice and lose track of until my wallet is empty&lt;br /&gt;.*~ el-3na ~*.     unsound.            [by the way i tried to say i'd be there] says:&lt;br /&gt;am i killing you?  i realised that i'm spamming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-112049346434195559?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/112049346434195559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=112049346434195559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/112049346434195559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/112049346434195559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-am-such-loser.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-112011512214724878</id><published>2005-06-30T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T15:06:39.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YO. i rock. because i am shoo and not elena. elena does NOT rock. &lt;br /&gt;okay i am elena. i think shoo rocks yes. but i think i rock too. but shoo rocks more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i am going off byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-112011512214724878?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/112011512214724878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=112011512214724878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/112011512214724878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/112011512214724878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/06/yo.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-111971535610236728</id><published>2005-06-25T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T00:02:36.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh dear, i think i shall need therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's only one more day to the start of school, and i've barely started on my homework. okay this isn't a big deal, but it seems like everyone else who's in the same position as me are all rushing their heads off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whereas i, the incredible slacker, isn't doing anything at all. or not much anyway. and i find that i don't even care. who cares if i don't finish my work? who cares if the teachers aren't happy? who cares if i fail all my exams? who cares if i get kicked out of raffles? not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see. isn't that just strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some guy said, "You can get in anywhere (as in, the universities) with a singaporean education."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. i just realised that i don't really care whether i get into a good uni or not. i think life has  lot more to it than just doing well. after all you wouldn't wanna spend your whole life working hard and earning shitloads of money, and at the end you realise that you never really got to enjoy much at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean. okay i'll give an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy works really hard in school. he's nice and is friendly with anyone and nobody really dislikes him much if at all, even if he is kinda quiet and introvert-ish. he mugs a lot, studies really hard and that kinda thing, and always gets good grades. and if you asked him to go out say, a week before the exams, he'd have turned you down for the sake of getting in a bit more of studying. so his social life began to suffer, and he became more and more of an outcast. anyways, so a levels are over, and his results were like whoa! so he got into his dream school, took his ideal courses, got like three ph.d's and married a uni classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 years down the road, he's almost 50, owner of a successful company, father of two kids (both seem to be going down the same path as the one he chose), rich as a king's ass. and one day, one of his children said, "Dad, when you were young, what did you do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "I went to school."&lt;br /&gt;And his kid asked, "But what did you DO in school?"&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Well, we had tests and homework."&lt;br /&gt;And still his kid persisted, "But, DAD... Didn't you DO anything? Like, friday nights at the cinema or something?"&lt;br /&gt;He thought for a bit, and said slowly, "Actually... not really."&lt;br /&gt;And his kid stared at him. "Then what did you do for fun?"&lt;br /&gt;He blinked, not sure how to answer. "Well honey... it's like this... well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he couldn't answer. He tried to think of a time when he had fun, when he had been happy and relaxed, and when he didn't have to worry about his future or his career. And it was then that he realised that he had never really had a childhood. Sure he was successful, sure he was rich, sure he had a big house, sure he had three cars. But he wasn't happy, and only then did he realise that he never truly was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know that this doesn't apply to a lot of successful people and stuff, but yeah. i mean, what's the use of having a degree if you weren't happy having it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno, i guess academics was never really one of my priorities. well now that's done, i gotta go clean out my guinea pig's cage, shower, brush my teeth, and come back to finish up my social studies essay. what irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a denial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111971535610236728?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111971535610236728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=111971535610236728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111971535610236728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111971535610236728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/06/oh-dear-i-think-i-shall-need-therapy.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-111963232650502936</id><published>2005-06-25T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T00:58:46.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;koko krunch is love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm crossing my eyes and mosquitoes are bombarding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you stay out too late clubbing-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standing on the pavement&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the bus&lt;br /&gt;i thought that it'd be here&lt;br /&gt;by now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing but the rain&lt;br /&gt;no taxis on the road&lt;br /&gt;it's past midnight but i can't go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't any bus arriving&lt;br /&gt;won't a taxi come take me home&lt;br /&gt;it's already past midnight&lt;br /&gt;trying to figure out the bus guide&lt;br /&gt;won't some stranger, any one with a car, appear soon&lt;br /&gt;i don't know who you are, but i... i'm with you&lt;br /&gt;i'm with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking for a place&lt;br /&gt;i'm searching for a face&lt;br /&gt;can anybody here take me home&lt;br /&gt;there're no more buses tonight&lt;br /&gt;and the taxis are somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;and no one likes to sleep outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111963232650502936?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111963232650502936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=111963232650502936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111963232650502936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111963232650502936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/06/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-111944783381788552</id><published>2005-06-22T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T21:43:53.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm a soldier&lt;br /&gt;these shoulders hold up so much they won't budge&lt;br /&gt;i'll never fall or fold up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a soldier&lt;br /&gt;even if my collarbones crush or crumble&lt;br /&gt;i will never stumble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think eminem sounds sexy. i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i think 50 cent is WEIRD. there's something about him asking LINDSAY LOHAN's agent for her number recently, on which she commented, "Black men like me." and "Where's eminem?" (Damn, girl, you're asking who? You're not even halfway there. If he ever ever likes you i will eat my socks. And by the way, he's WHITE.) come to think of it, it's always lindsay lohan. figures somehow doesn't it. and i wish she'd stick to acting. i only ever heard ONE of her songs, and that's more than enough of lindsay lohan's singing that i need to hear for the whole of this lifetime. what happened to the girl in parent trap man? or even mean girls? more OBVIOUSLY though, what's with the implants? she's only like what, 19? gee. i only hope she doesn't get a rep like paris hilton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 50. geez. he's a pimp, and i'm your mom. what's so nice about going everywhere half naked with oil all over unless you're planning to have sex? oh i won't even go there but i bet if he's gonna have sex we know who he wants under him. (hint: it's not michael jackson, or george bush) yeah well i won't say anymore, there might actually be 50 cent fans out there. yep, amazing isn't it? well what can i say, weird things happen. okay okay i'll stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah i was like WTF when i heard about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111944783381788552?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111944783381788552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=111944783381788552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111944783381788552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111944783381788552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-soldier-these-shoulders-hold-up-so.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-111934203267357000</id><published>2005-06-21T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T16:20:32.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>by request of shoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without looking at the questions, list 20 friends (or people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. shoo&lt;br /&gt;2. justin (??)&lt;br /&gt;3. derder&lt;br /&gt;4. prav&lt;br /&gt;5. yy&lt;br /&gt;6. natalie&lt;br /&gt;7. nicole&lt;br /&gt;8. karen&lt;br /&gt;9. jiakang&lt;br /&gt;10. aruna&lt;br /&gt;11. levan (??)&lt;br /&gt;12. anthony kiedis&lt;br /&gt;13. hurwitz&lt;br /&gt;14. sherry&lt;br /&gt;15. CHRISTIAN BALE&lt;br /&gt;16. sha'ari&lt;br /&gt;17. josh toh (????)&lt;br /&gt;18. nicola&lt;br /&gt;19. joan&lt;br /&gt;20. my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for the questions.&lt;br /&gt;1. is #9 male or female? female&lt;br /&gt;2. would #11 and #2 make a cute couple? LOL! NO!&lt;br /&gt;3. how about #18 and #4? LOL NO!!!&lt;br /&gt;4. what grade is #17 in? sec 3&lt;br /&gt;5. when was the last time you talked to #12? never?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. what is #6's favourite band? dunno, some stupid chinese band&lt;br /&gt;7. does #1 have any siblings? yeah brother&lt;br /&gt;8. would you ever date #3? ...&lt;br /&gt;9. would you ever date #7? LOL NICOLE, hell yeah! xD&lt;br /&gt;10. is #16 single? nope, he's happily engaged.&lt;br /&gt;11. what's #15's last name? bale!&lt;br /&gt;12. what's #10's middle name? don't have?&lt;br /&gt;13. what's #5's favourite thing to do? LOL TOUCH PRAV. or my brace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. is #13 hot? uhhhh... &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. would #14 and #19 make a good couple? ... EW NO.&lt;br /&gt;16. what school does #20 go to? ... o.O&lt;br /&gt;17. tell me a random fact about #11: he's an albino&lt;br /&gt;18. and #1: SUCK MAH KISS!&lt;br /&gt;19. and #4: all the while my fortune faded (it's playing now!)&lt;br /&gt;20. have you ever had a crush on #15? HELL YEAH! HE ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;21. where does #9 live? pebble bay!&lt;br /&gt;22. what's #3's favourite colour? white.&lt;br /&gt;23. would you make out with #14? EW NO!&lt;br /&gt;24. are #5 &amp; #6 best friends? haha no.&lt;br /&gt;25. does #7 like #2? o.O they dont even know each other.&lt;br /&gt;26. does #8 like #19? er friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. how did you meet #2? gig!&lt;br /&gt;28. how did you meet #18? OM!&lt;br /&gt;29. does #10 have any pets? dog.&lt;br /&gt;30. is #12 older than you? waaaaaay older.&lt;br /&gt;31. is #17 the hottest person alive, or what? what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111934203267357000?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111934203267357000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=111934203267357000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111934203267357000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111934203267357000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/06/by-request-of-shoo.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-111917559856042050</id><published>2005-06-19T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T18:06:38.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ronin was awesome yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were moshers &gt;.&gt; poor shana had to escape. i think she went home, cuz we didn't see her after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the security guards had to stand in front to make a human barrier xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pepper: cut the barrier!&lt;br /&gt;emcee: cut the barrier?&lt;br /&gt;pepper: yeah!&lt;br /&gt;emcee: well i can't cut it, but if you pull it... k i'm not saying anything. the manager won't be too happy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(security guards glare at her and swarm to the front of the crowd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so shana, sharon, salima, sabrina and sherry were all there. (whoa, what's with the s names?) so i was the only girl whose name starts with anything other than e. visa and hurwitz went too. hurwitz and sabrina were so boring; they just stood there and bobbed their heads a bit and worried about mud and stuff. sherry was barefoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ronin did do what thou wilt, then crazy son, money, take it off, hail to the god of rock n roll, and black maria. i can't remember what else. guys (and one girl) were moshing like crazy. everybody else (less crazy people like us) was jumping. and if that doesn't give a good enough idea of what it was like at the gig, then this would: when sali and i first arrived from the 212 barbecue at ecp, the ground was solid soil. but about one song and lots of jumping (and moshing) later, the ground became a little soft. and at the end, our pants and shoes (and feet in sherry's case) were totally splattered with mud. i suppose jumping too hard softens soil. plus the soil was already a bit wet since it rained friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad we didn't go for supper afterwards, it woulda been fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way you move it, you make my peepee go doing doing doing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111917559856042050?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111917559856042050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=111917559856042050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111917559856042050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111917559856042050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/06/ronin-was-awesome-yesterday-there-were.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-111900121049446929</id><published>2005-06-17T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T17:40:10.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i haven't started on homework at all except to read the sources for the sbq's for social studies. should start soon, hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we were making om props yesterday. well apparently we were supposed to perform for open house. dammit why why WHY! WHY MUST THIS HAPPEN TO US! =( =( =( /drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open house is such a drag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG SHIT I BIT ALUMINIUM FOIL OFF MY TOBLERONE.&lt;br /&gt;k it's gone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know (generic you, because i doubt anybody actually reads my blog ._.) it's not fair how some people just have this... WAY with words. it's like whatever they write is just so LITERARY and NICE and stuff. and then they waste it on writing stupid ego shit so everyone will worship them. and meanwhile poor people like me can't even write half decent un-boring intellectual whatchamacallit, FOOD FOR THOUGHT, so when people read what i CAN write, they think like "Who needs to know?". it's not even like i don't try. i think and think of nice topics to write about, but somehow when i settle on one, what i wanna write just all gets stuck before it can reach my fingertips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i end up writing stupid boring shit like THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=( sad isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you (generic) know, if you (generic) can write really well, you (i will not bother this time) shouldn't write useless ego stuff that makes people go "What a waste of talent!" and go like =( because whaddya know, you (ditto) might actually get something done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am the eggman!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111900121049446929?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111900121049446929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=111900121049446929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111900121049446929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111900121049446929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-havent-started-on-homework-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-111843364539841613</id><published>2005-06-11T04:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T04:00:45.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>maybe we just pissed sali off. oops. sorry sali.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111843364539841613?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111843364539841613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=111843364539841613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111843364539841613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111843364539841613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/06/maybe-we-just-pissed-sali-off.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-111843209428845711</id><published>2005-06-11T03:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T03:34:54.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>still pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;white america&lt;br /&gt;little eric looks just like this&lt;br /&gt;white america&lt;br /&gt;erica loves my shit&lt;br /&gt;i go to TRL look how many hugs i get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice soothing music &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tries to think of nice interesting topic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monkeys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never mind i can't think at 3.32am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so skip to your lou while i do what i do best&lt;br /&gt;you aint even impressed no more&lt;br /&gt;you're used to it&lt;br /&gt;flows too wet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god why am i fucking quoting eminem lyrics? i must be delusional... or crazy or whatfuckingever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must be a circus in OH MY GOD ELENA SHUT UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets shut the shit down on these clowns ELENA IS A CLOWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people steppin over people just to rush to the set OKAY ELENA YOU SUCK NOW STFU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes ma'am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111843209428845711?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111843209428845711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=111843209428845711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111843209428845711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111843209428845711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/06/still-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-111843052436156591</id><published>2005-06-11T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T03:08:44.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you feel obligated to read my blog even though you're totally sick of it, here's some news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU DON'T HAVE TO READ MY BLOG!!!11!! :O :O :O&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. it's not obligatory. so if you don't like it, don't read it. yeah, so i gave you the address, i told you to tag, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well newsflash: you DON'T have to read this! nuh-uh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i hate xiaxue &gt;.&gt; random fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM PISSED FOR NO REASON NUH UH. okay fine maybe there's a reason but NEVER MIND. oooh someone's in love with OH WAIT CLASSIFIED INFO. bah fuck off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111843052436156591?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111843052436156591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=111843052436156591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111843052436156591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111843052436156591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/06/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-111832931309652540</id><published>2005-06-09T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T23:01:53.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sweet dreams are made of these&lt;br /&gt;who am i to disagree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i am, parentless until sunday. yep, my parents are in hong kong. and i'm stuck here at home with my two brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's tough trying to wrench the laptop from them. but i did it in the end though yay. so here i am, blogging about nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is SO boring. my mom left at around 2, same time i left for guitar. dad left yesterday. he's a friggin liar. he said he'd return my handphone yesterday (he borrowed it. long story.) but he brought it with him to hong kong and now i'm handphoneless until sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my dad's going back to do the paperwork and stuff for my grandma, and to put her ashes in the something gorium something i dunno. my mom's gone to get a new passport/ic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go back too! i kinda miss hong kong oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so i bought a new skirt, all shauna's fault. it cost me twenty fucking nine ninety. what a waste of money, since i can't see me in a skirt anytime in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sha'ari gave me bubble gum &lt;3 did theory today. oh sheesh i hate theory to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when are we going jamming? and am i supposed to stay over at aruna's house? and i haven't started on any ANY HOMEWORK AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm done ranting so i'm going to go away and just sit around and do nothing okay? okay. bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111832931309652540?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111832931309652540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=111832931309652540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111832931309652540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111832931309652540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/06/sweet-dreams-are-made-of-these-who-am.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-111824618419219698</id><published>2005-06-08T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T23:56:24.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday= fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to harbour front mrt at 11am to meet karen so we could go to visit nicole at sentosa (her bloodyrich family is staying at the sentosa resort and spa) but she was ONE HOUR LATE YAY! haha so after that we took the shuttle and karen kept calling me stupid because i wore jeans =( but nvm! so we went and took the shuttle bus to sentosa, then we bought our tickets (THREE DOLLARS!) and took another bus to the resort. nicole was waiting in the lobby aw how shweet. and then they made me change into a white shirt =( AND WE HAD YOGHURT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we took a bus to palawan beach! and then we walked to siloso beach! and we wrote "INDONESIAN SAND" all over the sand (and yes, for those twits who didn't know, sentosa's beaches are artificial and the sand is imported from indonesia), and started drawing buddhas and fishes! we drew thirty buddhas. there was this group of people burying a guy and putting sand tits on him. sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then karen lost her lipsmacker and she was very sad because her sis gave it to her. in the end she found the cap, but not the lipsmacker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to the southernmost point of continental asia. whatever that is. and built castles. i totally ripped off this little girl's idea (building a moat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we buried nicole's slippers. karen said the sand had a nice texture. yeah it was kinda bouncy. nicole: "Water-logged". (sand: water logged = water: saturated?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways they put sand in the fold at the bottom of my jeans (i fold them because they are too long) and i ended up with ankle weights HURRAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then it got late and we went back to nicole's room. the key is screwy! so we went back to the lobby to fix it and voila. i washed my jeans while i was still wearing them. karen wrung them for me and nicole blow dried them with the hand dryer xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then nicole went to join her family for dinner and karen went home. i went to orchard cuz i was supposed to meet pagey michy and sali at far east at 8.45. it was around like 7. so i walked around far east a bit, then settled down to read. then sali came early cuz i was feeling lonely, so we went around a bit and i bought new jeans. they're bellbottoms. i'd wanted baggy, but they didnt have my size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then pagey and michy arrived at 8.45. we wanted to spray paint the wall behind sakae sushi and gelaré but apparently we werent allowed to spray until after 10 lest we disturb the shops so we sat around gelaré until ten. we shared waffles, and i bought a wrap and fries from long john's. then finally it was 10. we sprayed 212sexy (the perfume brand) and wrote all the 212 names on it. and pagey and i did 313, and michy and sali did 314. fun &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah then we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=end=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my plug in baby&lt;br /&gt;crucifies my enemies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111824618419219698?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111824618419219698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=111824618419219698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111824618419219698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111824618419219698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/06/yesterday-fun-went-to-harbour-front.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-111804968823548738</id><published>2005-06-06T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T17:21:29.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so divine hell of an elevator&lt;br /&gt;all the while my fortune faded&lt;br /&gt;never mind the consequences of the crime&lt;br /&gt;this time my fortune faded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blading was fun. but tiring. shoulda rented a bike like der der, hurwitz and leyou. MY GOD LEYOU LOOKS SO DIFFERENT! he used to be kinda plump-ish, with funny hair and weird specs, and no fashion sense at all. now he's like tall, skinny, with DYED HAIR and cool specs and he was wearing a black shirt with jeans. i didnt believe it was leyou at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;der der was wearing white again. sali was wearing blue and black again. i was wearing- never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sali is better at blading than i am I HATE YOU KATAK. but i'm better at the weird circle thing *pfffft!* lol. we went to bedok jetty and i fell down like FIVE TIMES there. sali didn't fall. but i managed to do the circle thing in the end. so there. der der is pro at biking. i am as lousy as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leyou is dao and hurwitz is horny I DONT CARE I THINK SO and salima is pro at blading. so there was this stay on track campaign where we were supposed to keep to the designated tracks and there was this weird marquee thing where they were giving out free drinks/pens/balloons and sali, derder and i all took a balloon each. but in the end der der and i both lost ours in coffee bean anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then we went to derder's house, again. i think his mom was pissed =/ and then they played xbox. sali and i just lied around doing nothing. hurwitz was horny YES HE WAS. okay fine maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thennnn we decided to go home at like 8.15. sali was supposed to be home by 6 anyways. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i got home i decided that the third hole in my left ear was really screwed so i decided to let it close. so now i got four holes and a half holes yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111804968823548738?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111804968823548738/comments/default' title='Post 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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-7316727.post-111763051485605440</id><published>2005-06-01T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T20:56:47.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHA DOESNT THIS ROCK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untitled &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night falls in a heavy, suffocating cloak, cold and alone are we.&lt;br /&gt;the light for which you sacrifice yourself&lt;br /&gt;flares once, then dies,&lt;br /&gt;smothered by the all-encompassing dark.&lt;br /&gt;all hope must surely perish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your heart desires no more.&lt;br /&gt;how could you fail to believe?&lt;br /&gt;shadows surround us, crying,&lt;br /&gt;we have lost our light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make your own -&lt;a href="http://www.deadlounge.com/poetry/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111763051485605440?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111763051485605440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=111763051485605440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111763051485605440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111763051485605440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/06/hahaha-doesnt-this-rock-untitled-night.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-111760196177053924</id><published>2005-06-01T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T12:59:21.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>filming yesterday! no more! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay uh yes. kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*emily* rocks! &gt;.&gt; xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111760196177053924?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111760196177053924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=111760196177053924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111760196177053924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111760196177053924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/06/filming-yesterday-no-more-yay-kay-uh.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-111744108966030525</id><published>2005-05-30T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T23:27:02.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stolen off &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/xewyne"&gt;sali&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01. When I was younger, I made some bad decisions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02. I don't watch much TV these days [i don't watch at all.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. I love olives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;04. I love sleeping [i just don't get it much.]&lt;br /&gt;05. I own lots of books &lt;br /&gt;06. I wear glasses or contact lenses [glasses!] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. I love to play video games &lt;br /&gt;08. I have tried marijuana &lt;br /&gt;09. I have watched porn movies &lt;br /&gt;10. I have been in a threesome &lt;br /&gt;11. I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. I believe honesty is usually the best policy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I have trouble sleeping&lt;br /&gt;14. I like and respect Al Sharpton &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. I curse &lt;br /&gt;16. I have changed a lot mentally over the last year [and more.]&lt;br /&gt;17. I have a hobby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I have been told I: (women) have an applebottom, (men) am packing.&lt;br /&gt;19. I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me&lt;br /&gt;20. I'm really, really smart&lt;br /&gt;21. I have broken a bone/bones before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I hate the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. I'm paranoid at times&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;25. I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. I need money right now&lt;br /&gt;27. I love sushi&lt;br /&gt;28. I talk really, really fast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. I have fresh breath in the morning &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. I HAD long hair [I DID ON FRIDAY]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. I have lost money in Las Vegas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. I have at least one brother and/or one sister&lt;br /&gt;33. I was born in a country outside of the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;34. I have a body part pierced other than my ears. [or, i used to]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. I have a twin&lt;br /&gt;36. I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyes in the past &lt;br /&gt;37. I couldn't survive without Caller I.D. &lt;br /&gt;38. I like the way that I look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. I have lied to a good friend in the last 6 months&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. I know how to cornrow &lt;br /&gt;41. I am usually pessimistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. I have a lot of mood swings &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. I think prostitution should be legalized &lt;br /&gt;44. I think Britney Spears is/was hot&lt;br /&gt;45. I have cheated on a Sig. O. in the past &lt;br /&gt;46. I have a hidden talent&lt;br /&gt;47. I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have &lt;br /&gt;48. I think that I'm popular &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. I am currently single [and damn pleased with that.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. I'm hot&lt;br /&gt;51. I enjoy talking on the phone &lt;br /&gt;52. I practically live in sweatpants &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. I love to shop [i just have no money to]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. I would rather shop than eat &lt;br /&gt;55. I would classify myself as ghetto &lt;br /&gt;56. I'm bourgie and have worn a sweater tied around my shoulders &lt;br /&gt;57. I'm addicted to LJ &lt;br /&gt;58. I don't hate anyone, I dislike them &lt;br /&gt;59. I'm a pretty good dancer&lt;br /&gt;60. I don't think Mike Tyson raped Desiree Washington &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;61. I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;62. I have a cell phone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63. I believe in God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. I watch MTV on a daily basis &lt;br /&gt;65. I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;66. I love drama &lt;br /&gt;67. I have more than 3 piercings&lt;br /&gt;68. I've rejected someone before &lt;br /&gt;69. I have been outside of my country &lt;br /&gt;70. I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life [not sure anyways]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;71. I want to have children in the future [but im scared to; im kinda irresponsible]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. I have changed a diaper before &lt;br /&gt;73. I have called the cops on a friend before &lt;br /&gt;74. I bite my nails&lt;br /&gt;75. I am a member of the Tom Green fan club &lt;br /&gt;76. I'm not allergic to anything &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77. I have a lot to learn &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. I have dated someone at least 10 years older or younger &lt;br /&gt;79. I plan on seeing Ice Cube's newest "Friday" movie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;80. I'm very shy around people [depends on who.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. I'm online 24/7, even as an away message &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;82. I have at least 5 away messages saved&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. I have tried alcohol or drugs at a party &lt;br /&gt;84. I have made a move on a friend's Sig. O. in the past &lt;br /&gt;85. I own the "South Park" movie &lt;br /&gt;86. I have avoided assignments to be on LiveJournal&lt;br /&gt;87. When I was a kid I played "the birds and the bees" with a neighbor or chum &lt;br /&gt;88. I enjoy country music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;89. I would die for my best friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;90. I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;91. I watch soap operas whenever I can &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;92. I'm obsessive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. I have used my sexuality to advance my career&lt;br /&gt;94. I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all &lt;br /&gt;95. I know all the words to Slick Rick's "Children's Story" &lt;br /&gt;96. Halloween is awesome because you get free candy&lt;br /&gt;97. I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it&lt;br /&gt;98. I have dated a close friend's ex &lt;br /&gt;99. I'm happy as of this moment &lt;br /&gt;100. I would trade my life with someone else at this moment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111744108966030525?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111744108966030525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111744108966030525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/05/stolen-off-sali-01.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7316727.post-111744108988840524</id><published>2005-05-29T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T16:18:09.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh omg today was SO FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my hair totally rocked. it was actually flat. well lol actually thats cuz it was wet. and to think i spent so much gel+mousse+wax on it when i could just stand in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. der der's hair totally rocked. it was actually spiky. congratz xD well lol actually that's cuz it was wet. hmm it wasn't really THAT spiky but well it was only rainwater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. it's fun to blade when it's raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. der der's grandma is really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. so are the three people i went blading with today aka sali derder reuben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k. end of short entry. long entry ahead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways so sali and i were supposed to meet at a park near her house then meet der der at the ecp coffee bean at 10. but both of us had stuff (i overslept and her mom dragged her to some religious thing) so we decided to meet at like 12 or something. so i got to the park and bladed around waiting. then sali smsed me and said like she was on her way to ecp or something so i was like O_O then we started catfighting (hisssss meowrrrr) while i bladed off to ecp myself. then i decided to ask reuben to come too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then i smsed der der and told him that sali was on her way. then it turned out that sali went to the park after all. so she had to like walk all the way to ecp. bleh sorry sali &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that der der arrived, then i arrived, then sali arrived and then reuben arrived and sali and i held on to der der's bike and he went kinda fast but not really fast cuz we were holding on and stuff and blahblah. then we sat down near the pond, where sali forced reuben to show her how to blade backwards. he bladed behind some bushes and disappeared. then der der took this weird ball thing out of the pond and it turned out to be this water-logged half rotten pong pong fruit. then that idiot KICKED IT. and it totally exploded all over his shoe lmfao xD then it started raining &gt;&lt; so we went under this shelter and der der kept shivering poor guy. the shelter dint really help, cuz the wind was uberly strong and it kept blowing the rain in anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after a while the rain got lighter, and a few people were starting to come out so we decided to go out too. boy was that ever a mistake. the rain started getting really heavy and all of us got totally soaked. so we decided to go to mc's to dry off. which we did. then reuben sali and i started wringing our shirts. mine was kinda short so i ended up indecent exposing. ohwell. not like theres anything to see anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then it was time for sali to return the blades she rented so we went back to the shop. then guess what? it started raining AGAIN, surprise surprise. so derder reuben and i all ran (well, cycled and bladed) for shelter. leaving sali stranded at the shop. lol but she made it under the shelter in the end anyways. after a long while the rain FINALLY stopped. and then we decided to go to der der's house! but then sali had to leave so i sent her off. then i went back up to der der's house where he was playing xbox with reuben bah boring. yeah so they played xbox and i fiddled with derder's guitar. then he started fiddling with it except he was much pro-er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then after like two hours reuben and i decided to cab to kembangan. then we went home. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-FIN-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111744108988840524?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111744108988840524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=111744108988840524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111744108988840524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111744108988840524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/05/ahh-omg-today-was-so-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-111712961403003050</id><published>2005-05-27T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T01:46:54.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I DONT WANNA MOOOOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents want us to move to novena to "better facilitate our transportation" or whatever. yeah right. why can't they just buy a damned car? i mean novena? there are like NO beaches NO parks NO swimming pools NO wet markets NO hdbs and NO friendly neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be like 5 bus stops from rgs. which means i'll have to take public transport to school every morning. which means ARGH NO WAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though there ARE pros. or advantages or whatever. they're planning to renovate the whole house so they're gonna like tear down the walls and rebuild them so i get to choose what shape i want my room to be. i plan on getting lava lamps and a nice shaggy carpet and lights in my wall and a window seat and an inbuilt/indented area for my bed and a walk-in closet. so far my parents are okay with it. oh, and i want a hanging chair. those kind that you hang from the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's if we move. i sincerely hope we don't. heck i dont even mind keeping my shitty furniture if we dont have to move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111712961403003050?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111712961403003050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=111712961403003050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111712961403003050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111712961403003050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-dont-wanna-moooove.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-111703142342554726</id><published>2005-05-25T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T22:30:23.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know what i want for my birthday! i want the hi fi stereo thing from best. it's around $168.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today budu and i were walking around ps. we ate noodle omelettes and bacon and egg tako stuff. bought a blue blueberry drink which tasted like plum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i needa pee &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she wants to go home&lt;br /&gt;but nobody's home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111703142342554726?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111703142342554726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=111703142342554726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111703142342554726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111703142342554726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-know-what-i-want-for-my-birthday-i.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-111684009683571733</id><published>2005-05-23T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T17:21:36.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WAIT WHAAAAAAAAT LP BROKE UP???????????????? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111684009683571733?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111684009683571733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=111684009683571733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111684009683571733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111684009683571733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/05/wait-whaaaaaaaat-lp-broke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-111669409138100078</id><published>2005-05-22T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T18:34:19.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i decided to like simple plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psl carn was fun. too bad we missed devils consignment. apparently they were really good and they did sweet child o mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmfao then we had a corn eating competition! think it sounds easy? well it's not. the corn tasted like crap. and i mean crap. this guy hsuan te won (he finished it in 76 seconds) prav ate three cups ._. i ate three cups too. then i ate three bloody chicken wings. before, during and after that i ate a total of five sticks of cotton candy. plus the random bits that get stuck on the sides of the machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w00t.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111669409138100078?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111669409138100078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=111669409138100078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111669409138100078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111669409138100078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-decided-to-like-simple-plan.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-111634102738443211</id><published>2005-05-17T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T22:43:47.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and i can't stand the pain&lt;br /&gt;and i can't make it go away&lt;br /&gt;now i can't stand the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could this happen to 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;untitled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111634102738443211?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111634102738443211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=111634102738443211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111634102738443211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111634102738443211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/05/and-i-cant-stand-pain-and-i-cant-make.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-111598814471837646</id><published>2005-05-13T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T20:42:24.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck off, mosquitoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.13 for 2.4. i coulda done so much better but whatever. prav was really motivative. i had a stitch at both sides from the start. and a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still miss my grandma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111598814471837646?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111598814471837646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=111598814471837646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111598814471837646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111598814471837646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/05/fuck-off-mosquitoes.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-111591816855402139</id><published>2005-05-13T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T01:16:08.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my grandma got cremated today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i put the all the cards that we had ever made for her (that i could find) in her coffin. birthday cards and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe my grandma's just gone like that. i mean, she was okay at 3.30 am and then she wasn't when i woke up, and there were strange people (coroners or whatever) in my room and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cremation is a painful thing to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad cried, then my mom cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was thinking, this is wrong. there should be people here, at my grandma's funeral. relatives. friends, whatever. people other than us. being immigrants sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway. my grandma didn't look like her. the embalmers or whatever suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit everything sucks right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.4 is tomorrow. fuck that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-7316727.post-111582893619994119</id><published>2005-05-12T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T00:33:10.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my grandma died. on tuesday morning. she's getting cremated tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to miss her a lot. i remember she used to bring me to this old people thing where they meet like once a week. and she always brought me to the playground outside that place, and there was this really really long and high slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how she brought me to the market and the char siew guy always gave me char siew for free. and once he gave me sweets because it was chinese new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how she always used to tell these stories at night, before we went to sleep. i can still remember the stories. well, most of them... there was this long one about a prince saving this princess, then there was a short one about a tortoise and a shark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how she would pat our butts until we fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how once, when i was really young, when she went to get her passport done, i started crying because i couldn't find her at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how she used to piggyback me in the lift so i could press the buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i remember the things she'd bought for me, the sailormoon sticker card thing, the gigantic white gold earrings which i so desperately wanted since i got my ears pierced, the toblerone wallet which i lost on the bus one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember how we would laugh at the toblerone commercials, where the woman would open her mouth really big and i would try to imitate her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember the things i used to make for her, the cards for her birthday, the weird pyramid origami, and once i gave her a bouncy rubber ball thing out of my bouncy rubber ball collection. she always kept that one in her purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember where she sat back in hong kong, at the dining table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember how we would watch the cantonese soaps on tv together back in hong kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i used to share a bed with her in hong kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to miss her so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reb - The impured says:&lt;br /&gt;u know, the most painful thing is not to die from the world, it's to be forgotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe the english is a little screwed, but it makes a lot of sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll remember my grandma forever and ever and ever and i'll always love her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111582893619994119?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-7316727.post-111565701932755387</id><published>2005-05-10T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T00:43:39.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/ft_nq.php?im"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nerdtests.com/images/ft/nq.php?val=2624" alt="I am nerdier than 41% of all people. Are you nerdier? Click here to find out!"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111565701932755387?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111565701932755387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=111565701932755387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111565701932755387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111565701932755387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-111555545804735044</id><published>2005-05-08T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T20:30:58.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/llama.php"&gt;here's a llama there's a llama.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111555545804735044?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111555545804735044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='html'>im screwed (up) :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111504110397518829?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111504110397518829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=111504110397518829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111504110397518829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111504110397518829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-screwed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-111495326451653043</id><published>2005-05-01T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T21:14:24.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>isn't francis guy a pretty name?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111495326451653043?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111495326451653043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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o.O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111494953022191736?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111494953022191736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=111494953022191736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111494953022191736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111494953022191736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/05/meh-o.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-111487882294000379</id><published>2005-05-01T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T00:33:42.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eeee flooble is weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111487882294000379?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111487882294000379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=111487882294000379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111487882294000379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111487882294000379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/05/eeee-flooble-is-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-111486070656891987</id><published>2005-04-30T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T00:01:21.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="How much am I worth?" href="http://www.humanforsale.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am worth $2,105,576.00 on HumanForSale.com!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woulda gotten more, but i think the fact that i'm so short makes me less valuable. oh, and the fact that i'm kinda uh, flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: gray; BACKGROUND: #bce9ff; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: gray; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; WORD-SPACING: 0.3em; FONT: bolder small-caps 14pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize; WIDTH: 350px; BORDER-TOP-STYLE: double; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: gray; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: double; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: double; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: gray; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: double"&gt;Your Birthdate: July 2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: gray; BACKGROUND: #e2f5ff; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: gray; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: small-caps 12pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; TEXT-TRANSFORM: none; WIDTH: 350px; BORDER-TOP-STYLE: double; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: gray; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: double; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: double; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: gray; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: double"&gt;Your birth on the 2nd day of the month adds a degree of emotion, sensitivity, and intuition to your life.&lt;br /&gt;The 2 is a very social number allowing you to make friends easily and quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Yet you are apt to have a rather nervous air in the company of a large group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a warmhearted nature and emotional understanding that constantly seeks affection.&lt;br /&gt;You are more prone than most to become depressed and moody, as emotions can turn inward and cause anxiety and mental turmoil.&lt;br /&gt;It can be hard for you to bounce back to reality when depression sets in.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111486070656891987?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111486070656891987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=111486070656891987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111486070656891987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111486070656891987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-am-worth-2105576.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-111484777358214390</id><published>2005-04-30T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T00:13:11.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>incredible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=cloudlessnights&amp;keyword=Harry+Potter+starring+The+Sims+-+Book+1&amp;amp;filter=all"&gt;&gt;&gt;harry potter sims&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out the "Timeturner" screenshots! especially those for sirius and remus lupin! w00t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111484777358214390?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111484777358214390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=111484777358214390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111484777358214390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111484777358214390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/04/incredible-harry-potter-sims-check-out.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-111477993671878712</id><published>2005-04-29T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T21:05:36.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eoi's coming week! fuck i still don't know the schedule and i HAVENT MUGGED AT ALL. i am so screwed, unless i start mugging in like an hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111477993671878712?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111477993671878712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=111477993671878712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111477993671878712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111477993671878712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/04/eois-coming-week-fuck-i-still-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-111469234584167749</id><published>2005-04-28T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T16:21:05.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[edit] i found this post disgusting distracting and annoying so i deleted it =) in case anyone is wondering, it was a quiz thingy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111469234584167749?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111469234584167749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=111469234584167749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111469234584167749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111469234584167749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/04/edit-i-found-this-post-disgusting.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-111452558173496556</id><published>2005-04-26T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T22:26:21.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>colorado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confused?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confounded?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c... c... carrot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111452558173496556?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111452558173496556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Master said, "Elena is not going to Colorado."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111444907362977449?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111444907362977449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=111444907362977449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111444907362977449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111444907362977449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/04/master-said-elena-is-not-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-111436538201755182</id><published>2005-04-25T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T01:56:22.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yeah i forgot we got gold with honours for elds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only 6 schools out of 101 got that for drama and both rgs and ri got gold with honours =) very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crashing down of hollow years&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111436538201755182?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111436538201755182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=111436538201755182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111436538201755182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111436538201755182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/04/oh-yeah-i-forgot-we-got-gold-with.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-111432744276527477</id><published>2005-04-24T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T15:24:02.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>w00t new piercing.&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 HATE IT WHEN MY HEART GOES WHOOOOOSH AND ALL THE AIR COMES OUT.&lt;br /&gt;AND I HATE IT WHEN I TAKE A DEEP BREATH AND I CANT LET IT OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._________________________________________________________________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe if you get pissed too many times you can't get unpissed. and not pissed as in drunk pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first born unicorn&lt;br /&gt;hard core soft porn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111432744276527477?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111432744276527477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=111432744276527477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111432744276527477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111432744276527477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/04/w00t-new-piercing.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-111414413453494391</id><published>2005-04-22T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T21:40:13.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>12.32 pm in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicola is being a swot. we all have a gigantic crush on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot cross buns, hot cross buns.&lt;br /&gt;see how fast they run, see how fast they run.&lt;br /&gt;so tall so smart i drink grow&lt;br /&gt;delicious creamy grow grow grow&lt;br /&gt;hot cross buns, hot cross buns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.39 h. three msn chat windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am very very hungry. didn't have dinner. should i sneak out later and get something from 7/11?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111414413453494391?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111414413453494391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=111414413453494391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111414413453494391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111414413453494391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/04/12.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-111382509527979506</id><published>2005-04-18T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T19:51:35.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111382509527979506?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111382509527979506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=111382509527979506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111382509527979506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111382509527979506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-hate-school.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-111374915093077051</id><published>2005-04-17T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T22:45:50.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAMMIT we lost to acs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we beat them at long term problem, but they beat us for spontaneous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I AM SO PISSED. fuck acs! and they were a sec four team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg wasted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111374915093077051?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111374915093077051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=111374915093077051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111374915093077051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111374915093077051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/04/dammit-we-lost-to-acs-we-beat-them-at.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-111340399686805294</id><published>2005-04-13T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T22:53:16.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bored. om is on saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spontaneous is on friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never want it to end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111340399686805294?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111340399686805294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=111340399686805294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111340399686805294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111340399686805294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/04/bored.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-111313035875184279</id><published>2005-04-10T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T18:52:38.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we just felt tremors. our plate tectonics are really screwed. i think it's going to spread...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111313035875184279?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111313035875184279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=111313035875184279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111313035875184279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111313035875184279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/04/we-just-felt-tremors.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-111271895246502140</id><published>2005-04-06T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T00:35:52.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;width:150px;BORDER: 1px solid;PADDING: 5px;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffc933; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom:5px; font-size:12px;" nowrap&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am 46% Asshole/Bitch.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="font-size:10px;" target="_blank" href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=dd4c0ca6-a554-4cbe-b0e7-bc17462a412e"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fuali.com/testimage.aspx?img=f8828b94-f1d9-424a-b2d8-9b47d093da27.gif" alt="Part Time Asshole/Bitch." border="0" style="margin-top:5px"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I may think I am an asshole or a bitch, but the truth is I am a good person at heart.  Yeah sure, I can have a mean streak in me, but most of the people I meet like me.&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top:5px;" nowrap&gt;&lt;a style="font-size:10px;" target="_blank" href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=dd4c0ca6-a554-4cbe-b0e7-bc17462a412e"&gt;Take the&lt;br&gt;Asshole/Bitch Test&lt;br&gt;@ FualiDotCom&lt;/a&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/7316727-111271895246502140?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111271895246502140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=111271895246502140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111271895246502140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111271895246502140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-am-46-assholebitch.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-111271748321635532</id><published>2005-04-06T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T00:11:23.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is the first time in my time at rgs that i'm going to admit to being stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_haven't completed a lot of chinese essay things.&lt;br /&gt;_haven't sent prav the social studies group stuff.&lt;br /&gt;_our om is very screwed.&lt;br /&gt;_i cannot understand what the bloody fuck the teachers are talking about.&lt;br /&gt;_i keep falling asleep in class, which explains the abovementioned point.&lt;br /&gt;_drama is getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;_i have absolutely no time for guitar.&lt;br /&gt;_procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow talk about faulty (majorpun. faulty-lousy, faulty-my fault. cue: groan.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have no fuckin idea what the hell i'm talking about because i'm currently in the act of falling asleep and can't be bothered to read what i've written and make head or tail of it. it's only 12am. i shall go do the social studies group research plus individual essay performance task so i can send it to prav and alison. yeah okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh how screwed am i?                      no, don't answer that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-7316727.post-111246056739705885</id><published>2005-04-03T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T00:03:30.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://newpaper.asia1.com.sg/sports/story/0,4136,85810,00.html"&gt;http://newpaper.asia1.com.sg/sports/story/0,4136,85810,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh look yijing's made the news!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111246056739705885?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111246056739705885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i woke up this morning, my mom came into my room and said, "Piggy's dead." i was like wtf? bullshit man... then she said that piggy's legs were all sticking out and stuff and that yeah it died. so i went out and looked at piggy and it really was dead. guinea was just walking around looking lost. then my mom put piggy in a plastic bag and tied it up. then i went to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i came back, piggy was still tied up in the plastic bag. so i got really pissed and got out the yellow pages and called the first pet crematorium i found. and i asked about it and stuff and the cost of cremating piggy was 150. it sounded pretty okay to me so i confirmed it. then my mom asked me how much it was and when i told her she said that it was too expensive and that the other crematoriums all just told her to tied up the plastic bag throw piggy down the rubbish chute. then she called the crematorium back and cancelled it. then i got so pissed that i threw the bottle of fizzy drink that i was holding onto the floor. which wasn't very smart because it exploded all over the place and i had to clean it up. it sounds childish and immature now but i seriously couldn't think what else to do at the moment. fuck, i couldn't think at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111210230138596475?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111210230138596475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=111210230138596475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111210230138596475'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A Gothic Romance - Cradle of Filth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea&lt;br /&gt;A jewel more radiant than the moon&lt;br /&gt;Lowered Her mask to me&lt;br /&gt;The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire&lt;br /&gt;Would marvel at making their Queen&lt;br /&gt;Infusing the air with Her fragrant desire&lt;br /&gt;And my heart reeled with grave poetry ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;From grace I fell in love with Her&lt;br /&gt;Scent and feline lure&lt;br /&gt;And jade woodland eyes that ushered in the impurest&lt;br /&gt;Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night&lt;br /&gt;She lulled me away from the rich masquerade&lt;br /&gt;And together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Pearled luna, what spell didst thou cast on me?&lt;br /&gt;Her icy kiss fervoured my neck&lt;br /&gt;Like whispering waves 'pon Acheron's beach&lt;br /&gt;In a whirl of sweet voices and statues&lt;br /&gt;That phantomed the dying trees&lt;br /&gt;This debauched seductress in black, took me ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn&lt;br /&gt;I tore free of my sleep-sepulchre&lt;br /&gt;On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn&lt;br /&gt;Lamented the spectre of Her&lt;br /&gt;Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete&lt;br /&gt;I hungered for past overtures&lt;br /&gt;The curse of unrest and her ardent caress&lt;br /&gt;Came much more than my soul could endure ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I, at once, endeavoured to see Her again&lt;br /&gt;Stirring from midnight's inertia&lt;br /&gt;Knowing not even her name&lt;br /&gt;On a thin precipice over carnal abyss&lt;br /&gt;I danced like a blind acolyte&lt;br /&gt;Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine&lt;br /&gt;Suffused with the perfume of night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds&lt;br /&gt;In vain that we might meet&lt;br /&gt;When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued&lt;br /&gt;I sought refuge in a cemetery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sleep, usher dreams&lt;br /&gt;Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mistress of the dark&lt;br /&gt;I now know what thou art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Screams haunt my sleep&lt;br /&gt;Dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lamia and Lemures&lt;br /&gt;Spawned thee leche&lt;br /&gt;To snare my flesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Portrait of the Dead Countess&lt;br /&gt;Deep stained pain that I had dreamt&lt;br /&gt;Flaunted demise, life's punishment&lt;br /&gt;Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But poised nectar within my stirs&lt;br /&gt;Up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search&lt;br /&gt;Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons&lt;br /&gt;Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon&lt;br /&gt;In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels&lt;br /&gt;Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell&lt;br /&gt;To mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet&lt;br /&gt;Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fleeting, enshadowed&lt;br /&gt;Thou art privy to my sin&lt;br /&gt;Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict&lt;br /&gt;The cruel daylights upon my skin?&lt;br /&gt;Dost thou not want to worship me&lt;br /&gt;With crimson sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss&lt;br /&gt;And weep with new-found life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Red roses for the Devil's Whore ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dark angels taste my tears&lt;br /&gt;And whisper haunting requiems&lt;br /&gt;Softly to mine ear&lt;br /&gt;Need-fires have lured abominations here ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nocturnal pulse&lt;br /&gt;My veins spill forth their waters&lt;br /&gt;Rent by lips I cherish most&lt;br /&gt;Awash on her perfidious shores&lt;br /&gt;Where drowning umbra o'er the stars&lt;br /&gt;Ebon's graves where lovers whore&lt;br /&gt;Like Seraphim and Nahemah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest&lt;br /&gt;Blind reason against thee, Enchantress&lt;br /&gt;For I must know, art thou not death?&lt;br /&gt;My heart echoes bloodless and incensed ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry&lt;br /&gt;Did not the Queen of Heaven come as Devil to me?&lt;br /&gt;On that fatal Hallow's Eve when we fled company&lt;br /&gt;As the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves&lt;br /&gt;Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn&lt;br /&gt;In a graveyard of Angels rent in cool marbled stone&lt;br /&gt;I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet&lt;br /&gt;Enrobed in Death's shadow like a swifter&lt;br /&gt;silhouette ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111172423012768746?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111172423012768746/comments/default' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>another ear piercing! yay. one down three to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111150255887157146?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111150255887157146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=111150255887157146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111150255887157146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111150255887157146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/03/another-ear-piercing-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-111121501899616877</id><published>2005-03-19T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T15:31:17.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;You Are 20% Extrovert, 80% Introvert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You are quite reserved&lt;br /&gt;You aren't afraid of social situations...&lt;br /&gt;But you very much prefer to go it alone&lt;br /&gt;And why not? You're your own best friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/extrovertintrovertquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Are You An Extrovert or An Introvert?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111121501899616877?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111121501899616877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=111121501899616877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111121501899616877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111121501899616877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/03/you-are-20-extrovert-80-introvert-you.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-111082046726263338</id><published>2005-03-15T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T01:14:27.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOW TO GET TO JOAN'S HOUSE IN 126 STEPS AND 4 HOURS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wake up Very Early - 8.30 will do.&lt;br /&gt;2. Get ready to leave by 9&lt;br /&gt;3. Call Joan to ask whether to cross the road outside her mrt station.&lt;br /&gt;4. Be informed by Stupid Automated Thing that Joan had changed her phone number (a little quick, considering that she only gave it to you the night before o.O)&lt;br /&gt;5. Call new number.&lt;br /&gt;6. Hear busy tone.&lt;br /&gt;7. Leave the house at 9.30 anyway - without a handphone (because it doesn't work anyway)&lt;br /&gt;8. Miss the bus, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;9. Board next bus.&lt;br /&gt;10. Start reading Chick Lit.&lt;br /&gt;11. Alight at Tampines Interchange.&lt;br /&gt;12. Miss train, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;13. Board next train.&lt;br /&gt;14. Resume Chick Lit.&lt;br /&gt;15. Transfer train at City Hall.&lt;br /&gt;16. Have a Smelly Muddy Construction Worker sit next to you in the two seater.&lt;br /&gt;17. Get off train at Ang Mo Kio.&lt;br /&gt;18. Crawl into taxi.&lt;br /&gt;19. Politely request to be brought to Green Meadows.&lt;br /&gt;20. Get out of taxi because driver has no idea where that is and you can't seem to find the street address.&lt;br /&gt;21. Take a chance and don't cross the road.&lt;br /&gt;22. Walk to bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;23. Read route map - but do NOT try to understand it.&lt;br /&gt;24. Miss bus 138.&lt;br /&gt;25. Resume Chick Lit.&lt;br /&gt;26. See bus 169.&lt;br /&gt;27. Board bus 169.&lt;br /&gt;28. Resume Chick Lit.&lt;br /&gt;29. Finish Chick Lit nearly one hour later.&lt;br /&gt;30. Wonder where the hell you are.&lt;br /&gt;31. Realise that your watch has stopped.&lt;br /&gt;32. Remember that 169 goes in a loop so you'll probably end up at Joan's house anyway.&lt;br /&gt;33. Pass by Yishun MRT.&lt;br /&gt;34. Decide to alight.&lt;br /&gt;35. Alight.&lt;br /&gt;36. See supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;37. Enter.&lt;br /&gt;38. Buy Crap - suggestions are Chicken Munchies and Oreos with Double Cream.&lt;br /&gt;39. Enter MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;40. Open and start eating.&lt;br /&gt;41. Read route map.&lt;br /&gt;42. Note to self that Yishun MRT is only 3 stops away from Ang Mo Kio yet it had taken more than an hour for you to get from Ang Mo Kio to Yishun.&lt;br /&gt;43. Get in Very Crowded Train.&lt;br /&gt;44. Arrive at Ang Mo Kio for the second time, in 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;45. Get off.&lt;br /&gt;46. Decide to cross road.&lt;br /&gt;47. Walk to End of Road to Traffic Light.&lt;br /&gt;48. Miss Traffic Light.&lt;br /&gt;49. Cross road.&lt;br /&gt;50. Walk Very Long Way to bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;51. Discover another traffic light, directly outside MRT, also directly leading to bus stop across the road.&lt;br /&gt;52. Kick own balls (if you have no balls, your butt will do.)&lt;br /&gt;53. Wish for a 7-11.&lt;br /&gt;54. Spot a 7-11.&lt;br /&gt;55. Enter.&lt;br /&gt;56. Buy Big Gulp.&lt;br /&gt;57. Walk to bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;58. Miss 138.&lt;br /&gt;59. Drink.&lt;br /&gt;60. Eat.&lt;br /&gt;61. Drink.&lt;br /&gt;62. Board 169. Bus should be strangely empty.&lt;br /&gt;63. Get stared at by man.&lt;br /&gt;64. Wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;65. Suddenly realise when bus turns into the Bus Interchange afater 5 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;66. Get off Fucking Bus and swear.&lt;br /&gt;67. Wonder what to do.&lt;br /&gt;68. Decide on walking to Nearby Bus Stop to check if 138 or 169 goes there.&lt;br /&gt;69. Walk to Nearby Bus Stop.&lt;br /&gt;70. Check. Only 261 and 205 (or something) should be there.&lt;br /&gt;71. Develop a stitch.&lt;br /&gt;72. Walk back to interchange - preferably amid raised eyebrows of people at bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;73. Drink.&lt;br /&gt;74. See Line of People at Queue for 138.&lt;br /&gt;75. Turn around.&lt;br /&gt;76. Finish Big Gulp and throw Cup away.&lt;br /&gt;77. Turn back.&lt;br /&gt;78. See Line of People Gone.&lt;br /&gt;79. Realise that you've missed another 138.&lt;br /&gt;80. Be First in Line of the New Queue.&lt;br /&gt;81. Start counting number of buses that Pass By.&lt;br /&gt;82. Lose count.&lt;br /&gt;83. Lose temper.&lt;br /&gt;84. Sees Very Suggestive and Provocative sign - BUS 22: TAMPINES.&lt;br /&gt;85. Look at watch.&lt;br /&gt;86. Notice that watch had started working again.&lt;br /&gt;87. Adjust time by sneakily looking at other peoples' watches.&lt;br /&gt;88. Look at time - 12.45&lt;br /&gt;89. See 138.&lt;br /&gt;90. Sigh in Relief.&lt;br /&gt;91. Board bus.&lt;br /&gt;92. Keep your eyes peeled for "Green Meadows" sign.&lt;br /&gt;93. Cast occasional glances at mobile tv where Weird Woman is jumping around on her bed.&lt;br /&gt;94. Continue staring out the window.&lt;br /&gt;95. See amazing beautiful wonderful "Green Meadows" sign.&lt;br /&gt;96. Press bell like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;97. Get off.&lt;br /&gt;98. Run across the road bravely.&lt;br /&gt;99. See Locked Gate - "Visitors must report to the guardhouse. Trespassers will be blahblahblah."&lt;br /&gt;100. Scratch head.&lt;br /&gt;101. Look left.&lt;br /&gt;102. See A Lot Of Fence.&lt;br /&gt;103. Look right.&lt;br /&gt;104. See A Lot Of Fence.&lt;br /&gt;105. Have the gate opened by Some Nice Guy who happened to be at the bus stop near the gate.&lt;br /&gt;106. Thank the guy.&lt;br /&gt;107. Walk in.&lt;br /&gt;108. See A Lot Of Houses.&lt;br /&gt;109. Look for Block 7.&lt;br /&gt;110. Walk across Smelly Grass with Dog Poop.&lt;br /&gt;111. See Block 5.&lt;br /&gt;112. Walk back across Smelly Grass with Dog Poop.&lt;br /&gt;113. Walk some more along pavement.&lt;br /&gt;114. See Block 6.&lt;br /&gt;115. Walk.&lt;br /&gt;116. See Unnumbered block.&lt;br /&gt;117. See outline of numeral "7" on block.&lt;br /&gt;118. Look for Apartment 159.&lt;br /&gt;119. Find it.&lt;br /&gt;120. Ring bell.&lt;br /&gt;121. Ask for Joan.&lt;br /&gt;122. Get invited in by Nice Maid who Offers Drink.&lt;br /&gt;123. Be informed that Joan and Co are out getting lunch.&lt;br /&gt;124. Count to 5.&lt;br /&gt;125. Look at watch - 1.30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;126. Take out crapbook and start writing HOW TO GET TO JOAN'S HOUSE IN 126 STEPS AND 4 HOURS while waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRY IT! IT REALLY WORKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111082046726263338?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111082046726263338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=111082046726263338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111082046726263338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111082046726263338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/03/how-to-get-to-joans-house-in-126-steps.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-111064518760300368</id><published>2005-03-13T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T00:33:07.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i thought this was really sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn`t already know. I stood up to look around, when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned&lt;br /&gt;around to find wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with smile that lit up her entire being. She said, "Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I`m 87 years old. Can I give you a hug?" I laughed and nthusiastically responded, "Of course you may!", and she gave me a giant squeeze. "Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked. She jokingly replied, "I`m here to meet a rich husband, get married,&lt;br /&gt;have a couple of kids..." "No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be&lt;br /&gt;taking on this challenge at her age. "I always dreamed of having a college education and now I`m getting one!" she told me. After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.&lt;br /&gt;Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I`ll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her 3 x 5 cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed,&lt;br /&gt;she leaned into the microphone and simply said, "I`m sorry I`m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I`ll never get my speech back in order, so let me just tell you what I know."&lt;br /&gt;As we laughed, she cleared her throat and began, "We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. * You have to laugh and find humor every day. * You`ve got to have a dream. * When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don`t even know it! There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are 19 years old and lie in bed for one full year and don`t do one productive thing, you will turn 20 years old. If I am 87 years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything, I will turn 88." "Anybody can grow OLDER. That doesn`t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding the opportunity in change. Have no&lt;br /&gt;regrets The elderly usually don`t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with&lt;br /&gt;regrets." She concluded her speech by courageously singing "The Rose." She&lt;br /&gt;challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. At the year`s end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all&lt;br /&gt;those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep. Over 2,000 college students attended her funeral in tribute to the&lt;br /&gt;wonderful woman who taught by example that it`s never too late to be all you can possibly be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they`ll really enjoy it! These words have been&lt;br /&gt;passed along in loving memory of ROSE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111064518760300368?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111064518760300368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=111064518760300368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111064518760300368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/111064518760300368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-thought-this-was-really-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-111009750501506595</id><published>2005-03-06T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T16:29:15.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>meh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-111009750501506595?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/111009750501506595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=111009750501506595' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-110995138368097539?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/110995138368097539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=110995138368097539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110995138368097539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110995138368097539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-almost-twelve-and-weve-got.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-110960471792775867</id><published>2005-02-28T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T23:31:57.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i fucking hate my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my childhood back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many things in life we could have appreciated but we didn't, and when they're gone we turn back and try to look for them, but we'll never find them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-110960471792775867?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/110960471792775867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=110960471792775867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110960471792775867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110960471792775867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-fucking-hate-my-dad.html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the keyboard is stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now it isn't anymore, i just airpressurized it with the airpressurecleaning thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brace is making me sweat. now even my palms are sweaty. yuck. the keyboard's gonna get sticky. so's the mouse actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i dozed off during chem just now. it wasn't for lack of trying though; i struggled rather valiantly. had a chinese exam. ate m&amp;ms throughout the whole exam. don't think i'll score too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my angbao money's gone now. there was only like $100 to start with anyway, and that isn't much, considering i had to buy iforgotwhatbutitwasreallyimportantandexpensive with it. well at first my plan was to get myself a couple of cds, maybe one or two posters, but apparently now i can't. hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;constantine is a kickass movie, i'm still obsessing over it. i've got the poster on my wall now. it's kinda small (came in FiRST mag, so it had to be), but when the actual size one comes out, i'm gonna buy 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;i dont care if you dont mind, i'll be there not far behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-110925601464323887?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/110925601464323887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=110925601464323887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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chingay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-110889987505811506?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/110889987505811506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=110889987505811506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110889987505811506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110889987505811506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/02/chingay-was-so-damned-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-110855790505053199</id><published>2005-02-16T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T20:45:05.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my teeth hurt. a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man do i hate braces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness it's prefects' investiture on friday. half day. phew. then after that is founder's day rehearsal, and make up lesson for lit. and after is chingay preview. which means i'll have to skip guitar lesson, or put it on another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my fuckin teeth still fuckin hurt. plus i've got a cut on my tongue. and two ulcers. hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school tomorrow. long day. then elds. then chingay rehearsal. and again, thank goodness friday's a crap day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome to the jungle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-110855790505053199?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/110855790505053199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=110855790505053199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110855790505053199'/><link rel='self' 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ex-teacher's lessons since we got holidays and they dont. sooo we met in the canteen (i had to bring my guitar cuz my guitar lesson was at 6pm). we being kelly, xin yi, brittany, ben, ronald, gary, avery, and eric. then ian the genius arrived, only he came by the back gate which was -locked-. and then he was so smart that he decided to climb over the gate. but okay at least he managed to climb over on the SECOND try. soooo then martin arrived and we went to the staff room but then the stupid thing was password protected so we crashed mrs chan's class. and huiyi caixiang junk max etc etc arrived. then we had this quiz thing where the primary school kids owned us =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thennn we went off to watch CONSTANTINE! OMG OMG OMG! keanu reeves was H4WT. i dont see why people don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;b&gt;---Spoiler!!---&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the part about hell having a bible was cool. and no i don't think it's satanic at all. well okay they -could- give the hellbible some other name, but it makes sense if lucifer has a bible, since jesus has one. and at the end where lucifer came up to fetch constantine down, i thought he was less good looking than i thought he would be, but hell (pun intended). anyway i thought he was rather nice. quite unsatanic.  gabrielle or however you spell it was a bitch. well. yes. and holy shit constantine lived! the only thing i didn't like about the show was that THEY DIDN'T KISS. HOW CAN THEY NOT KISS. RAWR. anyway. well okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;b&gt;---End of spoiler---&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay then seven of us, huiyi xinyi brittany ben ronald eric and i went to watch max and his band jam at some studio in clarke quay. omg the drummer rocked ass. as did max. the studio was teeny though. but it was quite cosy. brittany had her ears covered all the while. i reckon she won't ever go for any major rock gigs unless she kicks that habit. well anyway their band rocked. and after that they went for dinner and we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then guitar lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then sabrina's house. max js visa were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then supper! levan came. apparently he lost money from his gambling shipping thing. aww. oh well. ooh the roti john rocked! omg it was heavenly. levan stuffed a whole piece (it was kinda huge) into his mouth. sabrina got a video. priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thennn we went home. yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i'm hungry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet child o mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-110827288900443930?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/110827288900443930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=110827288900443930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110827288900443930'/><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-7316727.post-110770637251164576</id><published>2005-02-06T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T13:35:33.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>john myung bass clinic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's at ymca, i think. 15 bucks. voodvoond budu is dying to go, but sadly she doesn't play bass xD haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visa, js, max, hurwitz, huiyi, salima, sabrina and i went to watch ronin at zouk yesterday. i swear they're getting better and better. levan had this cute flag thingy, where there was fu sign. he kept waving it at the mc and it was hilarious. derryn hardly headbanged. hrmmph. and then he was doing this butt to butt thing with levan and it looked pretty wrong xD oh, them sluts. and sean wore sunglasses! couldn't see his eyes at all. wonder how the hell he sees what he's playing. and for the first time bang looks normal! as in, he's not wearing faded clothes and berms. for once xD he looks so teddy bear. and they played awesome. and like the time where ronin performed in the park, the mic for levan was way way too soft. could hardly hear him =( oh well. they sang JAF! and do what thou wilt. omg that rocked. and crazy son! and take it off! huiyi actually took off the sweater she was wearing xD salima and i debated on whether we should take our shirts off (we were wearing a tube and a half-tank under our shirts respectively). decided against it. after ronin we went and talked to the guys. visa plucked a levan hair xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last band was crazy. the stupid guitarist didn't pluck properly and ended up cutting his finger and spraying his guitar and hand with blood. it was DISGUSTING. we were rather nauseated. poor guy. visa was nice and asked him if he was okay. the guy said yes. bullshit. like HELLO there was blood all over the place, how could he have been okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thennnn we went to mc's for dinner after doing nothing for a looooong while. huiyi, sabrina and hurwitz got cheese fries from the EVIL CRUEL DISGUSTING kfc. and thenn after "dinner" visa, max, js and huiyi went home. hurwitz, sabrina, salima and i walked around orchard for a bit. sabrina and hurwitz left. sali and i walked around some more, then salima got fried for going out without telling her dad so i went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN VISA AND JS AND LEVAN AND SABRINA WENT FOR SUPPER WITHOUT TELLING ME. i have yet to poke them all for 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;JUST ANOTHER, MOTHAFUCKA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-110770637251164576?l=draye.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-7316727.post-110768712629556448</id><published>2005-02-06T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T18:52:06.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Dominant Intelligence is Musical Intelligence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/musical.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every part of your life has a beat, and you're often tapping your fingers or toes.&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy sounds of all types, but you also find sound can distract you at the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;You are probably a gifted musician of some sort - even if you haven't realized it.&lt;br /&gt;Also a music lover, you tend to appreciate artists of all kinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a great musician, disc jockey, singer, or composer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/intelligencequiz.html"&gt;What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-110768712629556448?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/110768712629556448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>mosquitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate them. don't 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;don't really care about the things that they say. don't really care what happens to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-110753073429760196?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/110753073429760196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=110753073429760196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110753073429760196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110753073429760196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/02/mosquitos.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-110719294280782029</id><published>2005-02-01T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T01:35:42.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay why the fuck do i suddenly feel this overwhelming wave of nausea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my fucking- why do i have two armfuls of red bumps? voodvoond budu has them too. we suspect they're some kind of warped allergic reaction- fond (NOT) remnants of OBS. holy shit they itch like crazy. but the more we scratch the worse they'll get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i counted 18 on my left arm. and that's only counting the part which i can see without twisting my arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa man i hope it goes away soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voodvoond budu and i skipped aesthetics today (hey man it's not like we knew there was aesthetics today) and went to hmv instead. oh prav told us something really cool. apparently the doggy listening to the gramaphone (in the logo) had this master who died, but the guy's voice was recorded, so the doggy's like listening to the gramaphone play His Master's Voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coooooool. i wonder how she found that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway... we drifted around a little (now i realise that we never went to the poster section. hmmm. i cannot believe i forgot to check for new posters. oh well. next time then.) voodvoond budu was looking all over for the dream theatre clearance cd which we saw the other time, but she couldn't find it. then we walked around some more and she was so disturbed that she couldn't find the cd. so i looked for it with her and i found it! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end we ended up buying two cds each. budu bought dream theatre stuff. i bought green day and gnr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;album count stands at 18. support original 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;take me down to the paradise city.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-110719294280782029?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/110719294280782029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again my schoolwork is screwed. i suppose i should start soon if i don't want to die from massive teachers'-evil-glares-overdose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why the hell do we have to do homework anyway. i don't see the need. i mean, who the hell actually bothers to look at the worksheet again after the teachers've marked them? plus some of the worksheets are just bullshit, not related to the topic at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i've procrastinated enough, gonna start on hw 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;our time is running out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-110706041397157347?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/110706041397157347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=110706041397157347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110706041397157347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110706041397157347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/01/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-110657706537493334</id><published>2005-01-24T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T22:31:05.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DUDE THIS IS SO ANNOYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. fuck off. PLEASE. I AM SINGLE. YES. fuck fuck fuck. single! SINGLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I VERY MUCH INTEND TO STAY THAT WAY. OKAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man people just dont geddit sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHH!!! YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. I REPEAT I AM SINGLE. NO EXCEPTIONS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-110657706537493334?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/110657706537493334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=110657706537493334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110657706537493334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110657706537493334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/01/dude-this-is-so-annoying.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-110641080254887353</id><published>2005-01-22T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T00:20:02.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMFGWTF COMPUTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh so busy! gahh. like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- SCHOOL, GRR.&lt;br /&gt;- chingay. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;- OM!!! ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;- guitar &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;- elds&lt;br /&gt;- third lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhh!!!! wtf...! no time! sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. i have to go bathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh i bought this fox shirt for 10 bucks! its original price was like 29. and i bought fox jeans too! used to be 69 bucks but then it was at half price. but it's so fuckin loose! as in, i took one and tried it and it was okay, but then i saw another one which was the exact same size which looked better (or so i thought), so i was like, oh right, and got the second one without tryin it on and it turned out to be too loose. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and OMG guitar lessonnnnn so fun! whee! sha'ari has two nice guitars! which he customised like a lot so they're like really good. and he has too damned many picks. and he has a really really cute amp which is really really tiny but is really really loud. and he plays super well even though he only started like in nov 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well yes. i'm so looking forward to my next lesson =) well till then i guess i better practice like crazy. and hopefully i won't maluate myself next lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. mmhm. so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEAR THE SOUND OF THE FALLIN RAIN, COMIN DOWN LIKE AN ARMAGEDDON FLAME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-110641080254887353?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/110641080254887353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=110641080254887353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110641080254887353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110641080254887353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/01/omfgwtf-computer-sigh-so-busy-gahh.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-110580274322615866</id><published>2005-01-15T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T23:25:43.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>our obs photo! it's kinda too big to display here, so i'll paste the link. &lt;a href="http://jupiter.walagata.com/w/drstormy/obs.jpg"&gt;http://jupiter.walagata.com/w/drstormy/obs.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was sooooo fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first day we did intros and trust falls... then we went for dinner and showered and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second day we learnt how to kayak (in pairs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the third day we kayaked over 13 km in more than 8 hours, cross island, in the mangrove (along the river). then got stuck in sludge/quicksandish stuff the moment we jumped out of our kayaks. a lot of us lost shoes. then we built our nice litte bashirs and cooked maggi mee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fourth day we trekked from camp 2 to some deserted beach thing near a quarry, where we built rafts, intending to launch them. but we couldnt, since the rafts sucked. we then sang and sang and told jokes (dirty jokes! hell yeah!) and teased our instructors and looked at the nice sky. then we went to bed, but people were keeping sentry duty in case the dogs/cats came. when it was my turn they couldn't wake me up. w00t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fifth day we trekked from the place back to camp 1, where we plonked ourselves down and started cleaning up and stuff. we lost two groundsheets and one cup. then we cheered for belinda and yong kang, and gave them a group hug, though nobody dared to hug yong kang (why? he's cute what!) then belinda gave us all rubber seeds to remember obs with, and we went back to mainland singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep... it's been fun, and i think nobody's going to forget obs, ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-110580274322615866?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/110580274322615866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=110580274322615866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110580274322615866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110580274322615866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/01/our-obs-photo-its-kinda-too-big-to.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-110578613469611007</id><published>2005-01-15T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T23:51:31.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>obs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to strive to serve and not to yield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;belinda. yong kang (he's cute. i insist he is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;belinkang, the kayak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trekking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the group bag on the four camping sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bashir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peeing in the river, the bushes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sea snakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marshall and munshi, aka m&amp;m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loolers, blue tubs, warrer borrers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kayak-sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the nostalgia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-110578613469611007?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/110578613469611007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=110578613469611007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110578613469611007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110578613469611007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/01/obs.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-110493977790201497</id><published>2005-01-05T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T23:42:57.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my eye hurts =( i think one or two capillaries might be broken, cuz it's red =/ yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. school again. i'm online at 11 plus. how rare! whoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i -still- haven't finished my scrapbook. as in, i've written all i was supposed to, but haven't pasted the pictures yet. it's fuckin due on FRIDAY. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i also don't know if my OBS application is denied or not. fucking brace. WELL. yes. and if my application is accepted, i have to go buy all the camp shit in TWO DAYS. and i'll have to bring my brace all the way to PULAU UBIN. after which i'm pretty sure i won't touch it at all. IF i get to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annnd. it's the fourth day of school tomorrow and we already have homework. how splendid, ja? well i just remembered. we have to do our commonwealth essay. D'OH. i don't think it's supposed to be homework though. i -think- we're supposed to do it in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and chinese is SOO much slacker than higher chinese. i'm missing higher chinese already :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flahhh. we got a chinese worksheet. and some journal entry to write. it has to be a 150 word descriptive essay about someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there shouldn't be anything else, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah that's it 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;br /&gt;i walk a lonely road, the only one that i have ever known.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-110493977790201497?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/110493977790201497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=110493977790201497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110493977790201497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110493977790201497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-eye-hurts-i-think-one-or-two.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-110464877146289812</id><published>2005-01-02T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T14:52:51.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well. i cannot believe that our holidays are over. no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is 3rd jan, 2005, or more unfondly known as the First Day of School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noooooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it's not like i hate school or anything, but who wouldn't prefer holidays to school? rhetorical question, don't answer that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurwitz, bean and i went to orchard road to hang out yesterday. well we were .supposed. to go to the night safari. but we couldn't be bothered. so we went to far east. then there was this really cool shop in this corner of far east with lots of cool ass shit. and the guy in charge of the shop was so cool too (and nice) so we nicknamed him "funky uncle" xD bean bought a GNR badge. i wanted a linkin park one, but it wasn't nice =( and anyway there was this eminem sleeve thing. I WANT IT. it's going to my wishlist. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. yep then we went walking around... went to lido, then to cathay. bean and hurwitz were too chicken to go try sneak into meet the fockers. d'oh. and there weren't any other shows left to watch. so we went to cathay cineleisure. same thing. so, we went to the arcade! and they played those weird streetfighter things. i tried too, but it was boring beyond belief. so sabrina and i went down to cheers to wait for hurwitz, who was still stuck to his game (cuz i made him use his last coin) heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we walked back to orchard to buy turkish ice cream from the turkish guy who kept smiling. it was strawberry flavoured! how fuckin cool is that! anyways, turkish ice cream rocks ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep then we walked back to cineleisure so bean could go meet her mom for kung fu hustle. so then hurwitz and i went home and bean went to watch that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so fun! w00t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm slippin away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-110464877146289812?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/110464877146289812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=110464877146289812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110464877146289812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110464877146289812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2005/01/well.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-110450580241306244</id><published>2004-12-31T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T23:56:12.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay here are a few seconds of silence for the tsunami victims and also for those who are indirectly affected by it. fucking hell, poor people =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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 r.i.p. mateys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class chalet = VERY GOOD. 27 - 29 dec 04.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyou to the people who turned up, you all made it a success. well. as successful as a barbecue organised by us can be anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it rocked. we went and checked in on 27th (i was late. sorry ._.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annnnd the 7 of us started playing card games like bluff. YIWEN. YOU GOOD GIRL WITH BAD INTENTIONS. CHEAT AND CHEAT AND CHEAT. AIYOHHH. anywayyy we wrote a sign that said "7 hot teenage girls inside all single" and put it on the door. thenn someone not happy asked us change to six... cuz his darling girlfriend was there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. then we didn't go to bed until like what, 3 plus 4 plus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thennn sabrina didn't wanna sleep so she woke up 45 minutes later. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then certain lazybums like yiwen sherry and i... woke up at 9.30 heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thenn we went around doing nothing. while waiting for the rest to arrive. we split up into like what, 3 groups. one went to bean's house, one to white sands for lunch and one to x zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to go meet shooli but i forgot =( -ifyou'rereadingthisshuli, I'M SORRY!!!- (I DON'T WANT TO DIE!!) but yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then people started arriving. and then we tried to start the fire but it kept going out =( sooo we gave up and just used the other two fires. blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the satay was cooked and they started disappearing like crazy. i only got one xD anyway. after everyone went in to watch phua chu kang, we started cooking toast and fishballs =) and alison named us the fishball club xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THENN LMFAO SABRINA WENT AND THREW T3H FUCKIN FISHBALL UP ONTO THE SECOND STOREY CORRIDOR LMFAO. and then i tried to copy her and the fishball ended up plopping back down into the drain. it somehow sqeezed through the grill with a nice PLOOP sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. yeahh then everyone started leaving. so only nadiah, berny, sabrina, yiwen, bib, yijun, praveeta, michelle, and i were left. thenn we went to sleep quite early. like at around 4 am. lol. and woke up early too. like 7am. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thennn some of us went for breakfast at goodness knows where, and yijun and sherry left for school =( yiwen went home. the rest of us did too, eventually, after checking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo yeahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about it really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I COLLECTED MY GUITAR TODAY. YAYAYAYAYAYAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://jupiter.walagata.com/w/drstormy/guitar3.JPG"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://jupiter.walagata.com/w/drstormy/guitar1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;past the point of no return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-110450580241306244?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/110450580241306244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=110450580241306244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110450580241306244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110450580241306244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2004/12/okay-here-are-few-seconds-of-silence.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-110412202508081280</id><published>2004-12-27T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T23:52:05.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got an electric guitar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ibanez.com/guitars/guitar.asp?model=GRX40&amp;z=y&amp;color=1"&gt;http://www.ibanez.com/guitars/guitar.asp?model=GRX40&amp;z=y&amp;color=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-110412202508081280?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/110412202508081280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=110412202508081280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110412202508081280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110412202508081280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-got-electric-guitar-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-110396086228551389</id><published>2004-12-25T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T15:47:42.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yep it's christmas again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how time flies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-110396086228551389?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/110396086228551389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=110396086228551389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110396086228551389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110396086228551389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2004/12/yep-its-christmas-again.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-110390897177299865</id><published>2004-12-25T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T01:22:51.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate coming home so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every time i'm not at home i'll be so much happier than when i am. and if for some reason i start feeling happy, or even just stop being pissed, when i'm out, the feeling will disappear immediately after i get home and start talking to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sad sad thing is that my parents don't mean to be so annoying at all. i know (or maybe not) that they're just trying to bring me up nicely, but they're still being assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it's just my dad, but my mom's getting to be like him too. all naggy and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to how whenever i go home all my nice happy feelings will disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well before i came home i was thinking of writing a nice happy blog entry. like "oh hohoho merry christmas! we went carolling today! it was sooooo fun!..."blahblahblah... but the moment i went home it all went *poof* and all i was left with was this pathetic angsty blog entry. and on christmas day too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my god, what a fucking lousy christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas to those who find it so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-110390897177299865?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/110390897177299865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=110390897177299865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110390897177299865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110390897177299865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-hate-coming-home-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-110382917311790849</id><published>2004-12-24T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T03:12:53.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi. my dad, is a fucktard. what a fucktard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck the fucking fucktard. eeeeeee. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. we were in streats today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pathetically short article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thennn we went swimming and it was so fucking awkward it's all your fault rachelandaruna. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they were all supposed to wear two-pieces. but rachel was complaining bout her fats (which are OKAY. SERIOUSLY) and aruna's mom didn't let her. so she got my tankini and rachel wore her onepiece. only shauna did wear her bikini. and since aruna got my tankini i was forced to wear mine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf, i so do NOT see the point of wearing a fucking bikini since it barely covers anything and hardly feels like it's there. fuck bikinis, let's all go back to wearing full body suits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. wanker was late. so we went for lunch. and then we went back and it was like 3 pm so we decided to just go. and then we met wanker there, wtf. turns out he'd been there all along .__________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah, what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo we went and went on the slides, went in the wave pool, into the river thingy... thenn it was 6 so we went off to shower and got ready to leave. wanker went home by himself. reuben shauna and rachel went together home together. wanker went home alone. aruna and i took a cab to lido to catch phantom of the opera with other people. wtf, the fare was 11.70, and it was only from jurong east to orchard. what a fuckin ripoff. stupid driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we got there, like 20 mins late. but nvm. yeahh anyway the guy wouldn't let aruna in cuz she didnt have a ticket xD but yeah i suppose thats what he was supposed to do. so we got sabrina to come out with levan's ticket and i said "oh tear wrong" but the guy got quite agitated and he was like "yeah right" so aruna was like "gahh nvm" and went home =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo we went in and watched phantom of the opera. it was amazing. 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;the phantom of the opera is there inside your mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-110382917311790849?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/110382917311790849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=110382917311790849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110382917311790849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110382917311790849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2004/12/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-110344222490293698</id><published>2004-12-19T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T15:43:44.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoooooo! we went busking yesterday! shawn reuben isaac chengyi shaosheng yanheng aruna ryan and i. going again tomorrow. wtf, this crazy woman donated 50 bucks! i mean, that's good, yeah, but how rich is she???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, we started at around 11 am. what we did was to just sit there and stare. and basically just look like funny statues. and whenever someone donates, or when we're tired, we move. and there were these donation cans in front of us, and also with the canners (there were people canning for us, as in like, they were walking around holding cans and getting people to donate. canners include matt, siewch, kalpy, lionel, stef).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the satisfaction we got when somebody donates was priceless. it was like. whooooo! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after a while we got kind of tired so we started requesting for breaks. then shawn the geisha who was standing next to me. was like "soon, soon!" but when you're standing still and doing nothing, soon doens't feel very soon. if you get what i mean. well anyways we finally got our lunch break at 1.30pm. phew. aruna and i got rice burgers from mos. she got this funny looking salmon one while i got ebi (prawn) tasted okay. not particularly fantastic. the rest went to kfc, the evil evil people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. aruna and i were back late from our lunch breaks, ahaha. so the rest started without us. and we decided that the freeze thing was so annoying that we did canning instead. only we did something different and just stood there like statues (what we were supposed to do anyway) holding the can. well it worked! people actually donated. and everytime someone donated, we bowed. well actually i bowed and aruna curtsied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, we got tired of canning so we went over to the rest. they were slacking like crazy okay. not doing anything AT ALL. except for shawn, who was sitting down and holding a can in his lap. my god he didn't move AT ALL. he didn't even blink. the only times when he moved was when someone donates. then he'd nod a little. haha, kinda like aruna and me really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to join in. and we sat for like half an hour. didn't blink at all. then when it's almost seven, the others started counting down. 10 seconds... 5.4.3.2.1 then i was like "YES YES YES WHOOOO" scared quite a lot of people. so shawn and i unfroze and went to wash up and wipe off all the make up. and aruna and i went to ps whereas the rest went for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing to do at ps. so aruna went home and i went to sabrina's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she talked for a while on msn. and derryn said "who's elena." grrrr. then we went to 7/11 where i bought seventeen because some ronin article was in there. and thennn sabrina and i had supper with ronin! levan sean and derryn. we had a tissue prata, which levan was trying to make sabrina and i eat. to no avail =) it was damn oily anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we talked and talked and talked about crap in general. sabrina was surprisingly quiet o.O and then somehow it was 12.15. so thenn we went home. sean and derryn walked sabrina home while levan and i shared a cab home (he paid xD)(cuz i'm broke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got home at around like 12.30am. surprisingly i didn't get in trouble for it. good. so then i went online, talked for a while. started feeling kinda tired around 2am to i went to bed. =) and broke my earphones. i suppose thats something for the wishlist then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we wish you a merry christmas. i'm in a christmassy mood today =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-110344222490293698?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/110344222490293698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=110344222490293698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110344222490293698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110344222490293698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2004/12/whoooooo-we-went-busking-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-110327751634743563</id><published>2004-12-17T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T18:35:41.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wtf...&lt;br /&gt;i just woke up! and it's like 6 already!&lt;br /&gt;wow!&lt;br /&gt;i slept for 12 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanker:: wanker: wanker:: wanker: wanker:: wanker:&lt;br /&gt;wanker:: wanker: wanker:: wanker: wanker:: wanker:&lt;br /&gt;wanker:: wanker: wanker:: wanker: wanker:: wanker:&lt;br /&gt;wanker:: wanker: wanker:: wanker: wanker:: wanker:&lt;br /&gt;wanker:: wanker: wanker:: wanker: wanker:: wanker:&lt;br /&gt;wanker:: wanker: wanker:: wanker: wanker:: wanker:&lt;br /&gt;wanker:: wanker: wanker:: wanker: wanker:: wanker:&lt;br /&gt;wanker:: wanker: wanker:: wanker: wanker:: wanker:&lt;br /&gt;wanker:: wanker: wanker:: wanker: wanker:: wanker:&lt;br /&gt;wanker:: wanker: wanker:: wanker: wanker:: wanker:&lt;br /&gt;wanker:: wanker: wanker:: wanker: wanker:: wanker:&lt;br /&gt;wanker:: wanker: wanker:: wanker: wanker:: wanker:&lt;br /&gt;wanker:: wanker: wanker:: wanker: wanker:: wanker:&lt;br /&gt;wanker:: wanker: wanker:: wanker: wanker:: wanker:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-110327751634743563?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/110327751634743563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=110327751634743563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110327751634743563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110327751634743563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2004/12/wtf.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-110322343646065488</id><published>2004-12-17T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T02:57:16.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, you really ARE better off not knowing certain things. but maybe if you don't know, you might do foolish things which might make you look really stupid. or maybe you'd end up feeling really pathetic. and maybe you'd be surprised how you never knew but yet all along it's been happening anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf, this is so... weird! it's like... omg the truth man! and the truth is rarely as pretty as it seems eh. i mean like. all along you've been lied to and now you find out the truth and you're like, "wtf. riiiiight. and i never knew?" and the funny thing is that you actually believed the lies you were fed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overwhelmed confused angry hurt incredulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg... wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go and die. you stupid liar. fucking fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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 sick of the tension sick of the hunger sick of you acting like i owe you this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-110322343646065488?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/110322343646065488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=110322343646065488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110322343646065488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110322343646065488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2004/12/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-110296644713256716</id><published>2004-12-14T03:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T03:43:27.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooh jealousy jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*withers* wtf. omg. i suck. i am too jealous for my own good. hmm. nvm! JEALOUSY. omg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't see what they're saying. the font is black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width="50%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#713a1a"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#68043f"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#010101"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#29531a"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#191919"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#1e7204"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="6" align="center"&gt;rollerblading is love&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="6" align="center"&gt;&lt;small&gt;brought to you by the &lt;a href="http://www.dutchfurs.com/~haze/islove/"&gt;isLove Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-110296644713256716?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/110296644713256716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=110296644713256716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110296644713256716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110296644713256716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2004/12/ooh-jealousy-jealousy.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-110287246703078933</id><published>2004-12-13T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T01:27:47.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY PARENTS ARE SO ANNOYING. blehhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annoying. an-noy-ing. a-nno-ying. ann-oy-ing. anno-ying. ANNOYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they be the most ANNOYING PEOPLE on earth. like. whoa. go. away! go away. you try to take the best of me GO AWAY! GO, YOU TRY TO TAKE THE BEST OF ME, GO AWAY! linkin park rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went blading again today. that is, darren, reuben, rachel and i. yeahh. my bearings got sand in them! wtf. they better not die, or i shall be heartbroken. they cost like what, $400! and i had to pay half of that, even though it was supposed to be my birthday present. and today was only the second time i really seriously used them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think my wheels are loose, because when we were going down the underpass, i didnt wanna go down the ramp, so i took the stairs, only i jumped down. which cracked the brake, and loosened the wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reuben taught me how to do the parallel turn thing. and the heel toe blading thing. yay! it's so fun learning new stuff. reuben is such a hugeass showoff. he keeps doing the parallel thing. and heel toeing. all over the place! except for the really bumpy parts of the track... and by track i mean like the path leading from kembangan mrt directly to east coast park. my god, more than half of the bloody path is tiled and bumpy. only small bits of it are gravel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we bladed to east coast park, then to the food centre, where we got our dinner (rachel bought a coconut! yummy! ~i've got a love-ly bunch of coconuts...! there they are all standing in a row!!~). we were supposed to go meet wanker, but he was in mcdonalds, which was like almost at the opposite end of the park. gahh. fuck, we shoulda gone to mcdonalds for dinner. but rachel didn't wanna blade all the way back, so nvm. so we finished our dinner at the food centre place. and thenn... it was dark, so we bladed back. great way of burning the fats from dinner isn't it xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, reuben and darren were talking about computer stuff all the time. boooring. blah. and rachel didn't fall that much! yay, go rachel go rachel! on the other hand, i fell A LOT more than i did the last time. i fell like what, four times today? once at the stupid rubbish bin at the fuckin food centre. that's cuz the tiles were really slippery and there was this huge gap between the tiles and the drain cover, which i tripped over. and i fell right at the feet of the fucking rubbish bin. how pleasant. second time i fell was when we were blading back to kembangan mrt, because i wasn't looking where i was going and didn't see a gap between the planks i was blading on. third time also. fourth time was when i was trying to save rachel from going into the path of a bus and she pulled me down. well neither of us died, so no complaints. ass still hurts though. plus i got really really horribly muddy and wet, because it rained. actually it never stopped drizzling, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that darren went home (he took a bus.) and reuben rachel and i went to cheers to get drinks. and then we saw reuben off, and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. think today had been a really fun day. except for the annoying parents part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if my collarbones crush or crumble, i will never slip or stumble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-110287246703078933?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/110287246703078933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=110287246703078933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110287246703078933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110287246703078933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-parents-are-so-annoying.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-110277907962784523</id><published>2004-12-11T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T03:08:12.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[edit] -blank- =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to a lot of nice people i don't feel bad anymore =) blah. still confused though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i went out with aruna! =) so fun. we went to far east, then to watch national treasure. omg, national treasure totally rocks. it's so nice. i LOVE the ending. and it's really exciting throughout the whole length of the movie, so there's not a single moment when you're actually bored. everybody should watch it! anyways. after the movie we went back to far east. where there was this weird sony pop challenge thing where people tried to outsing other people. aruna and i wanted to join, cuz we wanted the prize (which was a sony md player). and then suddenly the dj was like "the first six people who comes onstage with a dollar coin will get a sony md player worth over 200 dollars!" so four people, including me, were like, OMG! so we all went up. and the guy was like... "okay! now there will be a sing/dance competition! the person who gets the loudest cheers will walk away with this!" *holds up sony thing* then we were like, WTF??? SHIT. and one girl dropped out. so three of us were left. then the first two went up and sang chinese songs. they weren't bad at all. so then the guy made me go up and handed me the mike. and i was like, SHIT I CAN'T SING. so he was like, oh okay, dance then. then i was like... wtf, okayyyy... then they started playing the music. so then i was like, okayy shit... so i did the buckle cheerleading dance combined with some moves that we (some friends and i) came up with once at someone's house. (sali's i think, was it?) and part of some of the moves that aruna taught me. then i was like. no more. nvm. so then the guy was like. "okay let's call them a, b, and c!" "okay who thinks a should get the prize?" "whooooo!" "and who's for b?" "whoo!" "what bout c?" "wheeeeee!" so then he was like "yay congrats!" and gave me the md player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which i'm gonna give to my brother to save money on his christmas present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohoho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-110277907962784523?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/110277907962784523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=110277907962784523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110277907962784523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110277907962784523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2004/12/edit-blank-thanks-to-lot-of-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-110242958002540788</id><published>2004-12-07T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T22:26:20.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay now my favourite local band is &lt;a href="http://www.roninriot.com"&gt;ronin&lt;/a&gt; =) yay! they be gooood. and levan (lead vocals) sure can scream man. whoa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first met them at youth park, when they were performing for AFUA, some charity for the disabled... i was supposed to watch electrico with sabrina, but ronin was on before that and they were good, so i decided that i like them =) so i went and got their ep after the whole performance (i got linkin park jay z collision course, and electrico at the same time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and levan said that they were performing again the next day, at far east plaza. so of course we went. and they were awesome! they sang take it off! i like take it off =) and i like revolution too. anyway... we got our cds signed! how cool is that! i'm so going to buy their cd when it comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyway now i've got levan on my msn list. 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;time for the revolution!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-110242958002540788?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/110242958002540788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=110242958002540788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110242958002540788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110242958002540788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2004/12/okay-now-my-favourite-local-band-is.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-110192631814317531</id><published>2004-12-02T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T02:38:38.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES TAUFIK WON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went rollerblading today. reuben and darren are annoying pro. i am NOT going rollerblading with them again until i have learnt whatever bullshit they can do. or i'll get them to teach me .______.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we bladed all the way to shauna's house from kembangan mrt! although we stopped at mcdonald's on the way for a snack, cuz reuben was really hungry. darren got a cappucino mcflurry. it tasted kinda weird. like cookies n creme, but with coffee powder, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, we arrived at shauna's house just as her parents came home. so we went in and watched singapore idol finals with her family. her brother was so darn cute xD lol! he was sitting on reuben's lap and they were playing lame finger games in which reuben kept letting him win. but anyway. think we pissed shauna's sis off for being too noisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway. then after the performance which ended at 9.30 we went home for the results show, which is from 10 to 11. and taufik won! yessss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to wear my taufik shirt tomorrow. i don't care. the sylvester fans can fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay end of post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=300 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are the Individualist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font color="#0000CC" size="+6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  4&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sensitive and intuitive, with others and yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are creative and dreamy... plus dramatic and unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're emotionally honest, real, and easily hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally expressive, others always know exactly how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/numberquiz.html"&gt;What number are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-110192631814317531?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/110192631814317531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=110192631814317531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110192631814317531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110192631814317531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2004/12/yes-taufik-won.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-110183089134524173</id><published>2004-12-01T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T00:08:11.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love my linkin park hybrid theory cd. thank you wanker =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-110183089134524173?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/110183089134524173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=110183089134524173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110183089134524173'/><link 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-110165706876382611?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/110165706876382611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=110165706876382611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110165706876382611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110165706876382611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2004/11/say-hi-to-captain-black-sparrow.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</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-7316727.post-110165286365633684</id><published>2004-11-28T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T20:30:35.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eminem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Marshall Bruce Mathers&lt;br /&gt;Birthdate: October 17 1972&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marshall Bruce Mathers III was born in St. Joseph, Missouri on October 17 1972 to his mother Debbie Briggs-Mathers and his father Marshall Bruce Mathers II. Debbie was only 15 when Marshall was born. Not long after Marshall was born, his father packed his bags and left the family, never to be seen again. This wasn’t the end of a tough run for Marshall and his family; it was only just the beginning. Marshall got moved around to different houses and because of this he attended many schools. His mom finally settled down in a house in Detroit. Marshall was only 12 years old. The maximum time he spent at the one school was 3 months. He got bullied at every school he attended and later got back at them by dissing them publicly in his songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marshall did pretty well in school considering the circumstances until he got to year 9. He failed for the third year in a row and decided that he had had enough. School just wasn’t for him, so he left to work on what he was most passionate about: rapping. He had been lip-synching to hip hop songs ever since he was 4 and if he wasn’t a comic book shop owner he had this dream to be a rapper. He started getting a name for himself when he was 17, even though he got into the rap game when he was 14. He was using the initials from his first and last names to form his rap name “M &amp; M” which later became “Eminem” because of his race, he got rejected by people all the time, even though he was a really talented rapper. Determined to prove everyone wrong, he forced himself to go on radio shows and participate in freestyle battles. In 1995, Marshall recorded his first album titled Infinite, which only sold about 1000 copies. That same year, his high school sweet heart, now wife, Kim, gave birth to his only child, a little girl named Hailie Jade Scott. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having nothing to lose, flat broke and in desperate need for money to support Hailie and Kim, Marsh set out to rave about his life in general where he caught ear of hip hops hard to please underground. Out of this came the Slim Shady Ep named after his alter ego. Em, down to his lest dime, participated in the 1997 Rap Olympics in LA aiming to win the $1,500 cash prize he badly needed. He battled for an hour throwing back every diss he was thrown and managed to get into the grand final. Unfortunately for Em, he lost due to a slip up. Furious that he had lost, Marshall didn’t even notice that he had been spotted by a few producers from interscope records, who got hold of his demo, Infinite. Dre eventually tracked him down, and recorded em’s second album, The Slim Shady EP then followed by The Slim shady LP, recorded in 19. Then in May 2000, Eminem worked with Dre again to record em’s third album, The Marshall Mathers LP. It featured artists such as Dre, Snoop Dogg, X-Zibit, Nate Dogg, D-12 and the beautiful Dido, who sings the chorus for “Stan”. This album debuted at number 1 on the US albums chart, and won three Grammys and was the first rap album to ever be nominated “Album Of The Year”, selling more than 8 million records in America alone. He stunned critics by performing his #1 hit single “Stan” with Elton John, shooting down all homophobic remarks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marshals’ album sales were skyrocketing but things weren’t going well with his wife Kim. A month after the Marshall Mathers LP was released, Em was involved in a brawl outside a Detroit club, where he allegedly pistol-whipped a man for kissing Kim. In august that same year, Em filed for divorce. In April 2001, Marsh was sentenced to 2 years probation, stemming from the weapons charge. This same year, he reconciled with Kim for his daughter, Hailies’, sake, but it only lasted for a few months, this time it was Kim who filed for divorce, in August. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2002 was a big year for Marshall. He branched out into the world of acting, filming with esteemed director Curtis Hanson. 8 mile was produced. Based on em’s own life, he played lead role of a character very much like himself, Jimmy Smith Jr. Jimmy is nicknamed “Rabbit” by his mother, Stephanie, played by Ems’ wife Kim. While filming 8 mile, he was busy during scenes making up the songs “Lose Yourself” and “8 Mile”. “Lose Yourself” was named the underdog anthem of the year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well as his first movie 8 Mile, Em released his 4th album, The Eminem Show. He revealed the more mature, slightly subdued side of himself. The Eminem Show fired some of his usual attacks on the likes of lead singer of Limp Bizkit, Fred Durst and Moby as well as fresh attacks on Osama Bin Laden. This one album alone had many hits, including Without Me, Cleanin Out My Closet, Sayin Goodbye to Hollywood, Sing For The Moment, Superman, and Business. He even sings on the album-on a song made especially for his daughter Hailie, the only girl in his life for whom he has respect for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits go to &lt;a href="http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Eminem-Biography/477207149EEBF9A648256888000DC259"&gt;-here-&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7316727-110165286365633684?l=draye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/feeds/110165286365633684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7316727&amp;postID=110165286365633684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110165286365633684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316727/posts/default/110165286365633684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draye.blogspot.com/2004/11/eminem.html' title=''/><author><name>draye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09775998069709565864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
