<?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-11957166</id><updated>2011-06-08T10:03:41.545+08:00</updated><category term='rockerrrrrrrrrr ilu'/><category term='missed moments'/><category term='Clockwatching - Jason Mraz'/><category term='My life&apos;s on a replay'/><category term='clearly it was a mistake.'/><category term='To drone in multiple languages'/><category term='CARNIVAL DAY'/><category term='O. Lover - Jason Mraz :D'/><category term='air kisses = bus rides home :D'/><category term='The Mixed Tape - Jack&apos;s Mannequin'/><category term='playing on the lines of love :D:D:D:D:D'/><category term='A WORLD WITHOUT STRANGERS'/><category term='Did You Get My Message?- Jason Mraz (:'/><category term='I love you :D'/><category term='Sometimes things are meant to change'/><category term='You captured my heart with a raptured soul'/><category term='Drowning away your sins and misery'/><category term='Tears run down my face I can&apos;t replace'/><category term='You&apos;re no longer needed'/><category term='Disastered Soul'/><category term='Photo- Ryan Cabrera'/><title type='text'>simple</title><subtitle type='html'>you know me best</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>412</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-4358145839299661017</id><published>2008-04-19T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T20:59:22.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I were to post tomorrow instead of today, it would be FIVE months since I've last posted here.&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes. I should just abandon this and never come backk.&lt;br /&gt;But it holds just too many memories for me to leave and forget.&lt;br /&gt;So I shall just keep it going for old times sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books call now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-4358145839299661017?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/4358145839299661017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=4358145839299661017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/4358145839299661017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/4358145839299661017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-i-were-to-post-tomorrow-instead-of.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-2045482992479546425</id><published>2007-12-21T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T22:46:15.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When was the last time I actually posted here?&lt;br /&gt;Should actually be months ago I guess. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's movinggggg.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-2045482992479546425?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/2045482992479546425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=2045482992479546425&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/2045482992479546425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/2045482992479546425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/12/when-was-last-time-i-actually-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-7558890796219399216</id><published>2007-11-22T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T22:57:21.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've officially moved. Find me if YOU can.&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have already know where I am.&lt;br /&gt;Good for you. I'm not going to delete this 'cos it's too precious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-7558890796219399216?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/7558890796219399216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=7558890796219399216&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/7558890796219399216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/7558890796219399216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/11/ive-officially-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-7478449598804834271</id><published>2007-11-16T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T23:03:34.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to go town. No, not with my parents('cos I do that &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; every weekend!) I want towning with friends. Somehow, it's nicer. And you'll have much more freedom. I don't know why, but it feels that why. HAHAH. I'm in a need of a shopping trip. No, not to waste money(I do that &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt; freaking day!) but to release stress and tension. I'm waiting for the Bangkok trip. It's going to be shopping, shopping and more shopping for me! We're all just waiting for sales aren't we? Christmas sales, Year-end sales. Then I can go shop for my freaking brother's birthday present! He wants a $600 Oakley shades and hoho, he asked me to get it for him! Like hello? $600 for shades! Even Shahirah thinks it's sucha waste. So I'm really really stumped on what to get him! And it's coming in a month or so. Yes, yes. A month. You still have a &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt; way to go, but how fast does a month past? HAHA! So right. I need to start thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-7478449598804834271?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/7478449598804834271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=7478449598804834271&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/7478449598804834271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/7478449598804834271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-want-to-go-town.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-6661955810261598823</id><published>2007-11-15T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T23:34:51.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Why are we living these lies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions we ask ourselves everyday, yet there never seem to be answers that satisfy us.&lt;br /&gt;Can we stop asking questions? That's all needed to stop the sufferings in the world. Believe me. That's enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just give and not question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-6661955810261598823?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/6661955810261598823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=6661955810261598823&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/6661955810261598823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/6661955810261598823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/11/why-are-we-living-these-lies-questions.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-1357235326465839492</id><published>2007-11-11T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T14:32:52.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday was sleepy. Guess what. I had to go to school. So much for holidays. I'm going out like nearly every week plus I really pity them who have to go for AMath remedial or &lt;em&gt;independant studies&lt;/em&gt; as they call it. Hmm, discussed bits and pieces about the newsletter thing. Plus, I'm the one in charge of designing it. Bahhh! Lunch-ed at Banquet with them. Sweet&amp;amp;Sour Fish. Really sour. Too much tomato in it. Hahah, then I &lt;em&gt;escaped&lt;/em&gt; to Afiyah's house with Amirah, Syaf, Afiyah and Sally. Did nothing there except cards. Taught Sally how to play it. Interesting but boring. Left her house around 4.30. Walked Syaf back home. Hahah. We walked miles and miles. And miles. From Tanah Merah to Tampines. But it was really fun and interesting. Going to places we've never gone before. So yes, we shall do it again! Then I took 28 home. Nothing much going on with me right now. It's really boring, I want school. No wait. I want friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-1357235326465839492?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/1357235326465839492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=1357235326465839492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/1357235326465839492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/1357235326465839492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/11/friday-was-sleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-6146424741137587814</id><published>2007-11-10T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T22:45:30.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to disappear forever. From the surface of this earth.&lt;br /&gt;Just living in my own little world where no one can ever bother me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-6146424741137587814?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/6146424741137587814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=6146424741137587814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/6146424741137587814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/6146424741137587814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-want-to-disappear-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-1163500505329543983</id><published>2007-11-07T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:09:20.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RzHQdRihwkI/AAAAAAAAATE/y-IB9ON6XkU/s1600-h/P1011242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130110651894710850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RzHQdRihwkI/AAAAAAAAATE/y-IB9ON6XkU/s320/P1011242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It has been a rather sickly week. With my sore throat, blocked nose and the on-off fever. I've been meaning to go to the doctor but I've been coming back at the wrong timings. I thought the clinic wasn't open for business or something. But, it was just closed and it resumes it business at 7! HAHAHA! I swear I'm the BIGGEST idiot ever!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-1163500505329543983?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/1163500505329543983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=1163500505329543983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/1163500505329543983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/1163500505329543983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-has-been-rather-sickly-week.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RzHQdRihwkI/AAAAAAAAATE/y-IB9ON6XkU/s72-c/P1011242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-8524514114253164122</id><published>2007-11-07T07:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T08:08:42.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's AMaths! And it seriously suckkkkkkkkkkkkks big time 'cos Ms Lee is sooooooo ANNOYING!&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously, she can't pronounce words properly and she has the weirdest vocabulary and grammar! EVIDENCES! HAHAH. It's funny how she pronounces it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the helll! Input. It sounds like imput! Zero imput! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! F*king hilarious man! Now she's lecturing us on us having zero input. Like whatthehell. She's questioning our intelligence! I want Mrs Loy back! Sooooo shitty&lt;em&gt; laaa&lt;/em&gt;. Speaking of which, today is the LAST day of extended studies! HAHAHAHA (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will miss it, not the studying but the company. Yes, yes. Plane Geometry. I need my tutor now! I can't freaking understand her 'cos she's short-tongued! WHATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT! &lt;em&gt;Frrip&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. There's a cockroach! And it has cause a BIG commotion! HAHAHAH. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! What funny incident! The whole class is in laughters now. SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO FUNNY! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH! Ms Lee's AFRAID of it and she went out of the comp lab and went to find a teacher! HAHAHAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If not the cockroach wil suddenly come out and jump into it"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. Chanel just suggested giving it to her, and Tanya said at the last period, say there's a rat in here! WHAT A F*king scared teacher! HAHAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-8524514114253164122?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/8524514114253164122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=8524514114253164122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/8524514114253164122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/8524514114253164122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-amaths-and-it-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-8942493214058215829</id><published>2007-11-04T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T22:53:45.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just remembered what I wanted to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH! My special needs(ok! It's more of wants)&lt;br /&gt;I want a :&lt;br /&gt;Nokia N81 8GB!&lt;br /&gt;Sony Vaio&lt;br /&gt;SONY Alpha DSLR&lt;br /&gt;A new house&lt;br /&gt;PSP 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok my list can go on forever, but I know It will never be achieved so I can just dream about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-8942493214058215829?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/8942493214058215829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=8942493214058215829&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/8942493214058215829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/8942493214058215829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-just-remembered-what-i-wanted-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-541513159843383233</id><published>2007-11-04T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T22:43:25.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just have to post this cos today(as I have forgotten) is my dearest LAME ASS SHAHIRAH'S BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU LAMO! Always creating some stupid jokes and then laughing &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; laugh. It's nice having you around for a friend. And thanks for tolerating me when I'm having my crazy infatuations with &lt;em&gt;you know who.&lt;/em&gt; And also for accompanying me on useless trips to nowhere 'cos I'm really bored and also for staying back with me when I don't feel like going home(which is almost EVERYTIME!)Hahah. SO yes, dear Shahirah. You are finally on par with us! You're 15 already! You're getting olderrrrrr (:&lt;br /&gt;And dearest Fai, you still have not told me your link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I forgot what I wanted to blog about, but I think that should suffice right? Hmm, let me think so maybe I can  remember what I was going to blog about. OK! I can't remember! Shit! My memory's getting bad! Im like an old lady. What a suckerr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-541513159843383233?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/541513159843383233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=541513159843383233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/541513159843383233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/541513159843383233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-just-have-to-post-this-cos-todayas-i.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-2392046881491627350</id><published>2007-11-02T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T21:57:49.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was another restless day. I'm still sick and I STILL refuse to go to the doctor to get my check-up. My neck is so stiff, it feels as though I have a neck brace on!&lt;br /&gt;Listening to 987 right now.SURPRISINGLY, Aly&amp;amp;Aj's Potential Break-up song is still on the charts and it's at #05! And sooooooooo, as I try as hard as possible to make this life a &lt;em&gt;lil&lt;/em&gt; bit more interesting, I shall try to peel off the pen ink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Put up your hands Say:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;”I don’t wanna be in love, I don’t wanna be in love”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feel the beat now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you’ve got nothing left say:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;”I don’t wanna be in love, I don’t wanna be in love”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back it up now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’ve got a reason to live say:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;”I don’t wanna be in love, I don’t wanna be in love”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling good now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t be afraid to get down say:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;”I don’t wanna be in love, I don’t wanna be in love”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sniffling as though it's no one's business. Oh wait! It IS no one's business. I'm randomly surfing the net, doing random stuff. And I've yet to do my Social Studies homework. Screww the worksheet! I think I'm going to make this blog private 'cos I just don't want people visiting it. Just for no reason. So I'm possibly going to change my url and if YOU want it, then ask it. Or I'm just going to move to somewhere where NO ONE I know knows except the world and just start anew. BE HAPPY. I will just let this hang in thin air.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-2392046881491627350?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/2392046881491627350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=2392046881491627350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/2392046881491627350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/2392046881491627350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-was-another-restless-day.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-7297590384895236804</id><published>2007-11-01T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T17:56:03.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mel thinks I blog too little. She thinks I &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; to update more! Oh well. As I said before, I will update according to my mood (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not been sleeping well. And it's all because of you. &lt;em&gt;I thought I was over it, but hell, it's just too strong a feeling to forget. Screw you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! You just had to use the word 'goodbye' didn't you?! &lt;/em&gt;I woke up with a slight fever today. I dragged myself outta bed, get into the shower, changed and then pop 2 Panadols on the way out. It suckss being sick. And I didn't even have the energy to walk. And what's more, my neck is kinda strained. It hurts soooooooo much.&lt;br /&gt;I stoned when I reached school. Nothing better to do than people watch! It's a rather interesting habit I've develop ever since I've learnt the meaning of &lt;em&gt;boring&lt;/em&gt;. 4 more days till the end of hell(: AMAZING! I think I did rather well for Chem SPA. It was rather easy and I really really thought that the calculations would be diffucult. But I managed to figure it out. Physics was CHAOTIC as per usual! I mean Ms Tee lovessss to do make us rush for things. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Expo-ed after school. Slacked there, did my Physics spa file, played cards, eat, and chat about stupid stuff that is really redundant in this mundane life of ours. I hate school. I don't want extended. I want it to end. I want O levels to end fast. I want to just tour the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-7297590384895236804?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/7297590384895236804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=7297590384895236804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/7297590384895236804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/7297590384895236804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/11/mel-thinks-i-blog-too-little.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-3890270942737839038</id><published>2007-10-31T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T17:28:42.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My voice's turning out weird. I think I'm getting a throat infection though I've never gotten one. I think I've got this obssession with Post-Its! I just bought a whole brand new set of Post-It with it's dispenser(I've not even finish my old ones). So that really tell you guys loads about my obssession. Ahh, screw it! Surprise, surprise No.1. Malay O level wasn't that bad. Only Paper 1 was a lil tough and the &lt;em&gt;peribahasa&lt;/em&gt; was a lil tricky. Surprise, surprise No.2. Me and Cheryl, we have one thing in common. OUR DADS KNOW EACH OTHER!(I knew there was going to be someone my dad WILL surely meet and know in school!) Golf-buddies. That's what I call them! The first thing they said to each other was something about 18-holes and 9-holes. Whatthehell?!? That's why I will never take up golf! It sucks playing 'cos my back hurts whenever I try to hold the golf stick and get into the pose. And it feels so UNNATURAL! And it's like sooo not me. I mean seriously. Imagine me playing golf. I can't stand it. I may have patience, but I just don't have the strength. Surprise, surprise No.3. Parent-teacher conference wasn't &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; bad. I got Miss Lim. She said too many &lt;em&gt;lorhs&lt;/em&gt;. It was funny hearing her said that and I almost burst out laughing. I got my books today. And I'm annoyed with my dad 'cos he made me wait half an hour for him. My dad's like Jac's mum. She told me that if she were to tell her mum to come at 1.30, her mum would come at 2. Today my dad told me that he would come at 1, but he came at 1.30 instead. Annoying. And his car is sooo hard to spot 'cos now it has become a common car. I now have to look out for his new car plate number which I must say is nice. And and his new car is small. I want the old one back or at least go get the Lexus one back.&lt;br /&gt;My dad's flying off again tomorrow to god knows where. I bet it's Indonesia again. Him and his business over there. Oh well. Flight to Bangkok's been booked. My dad told my lil brother that we might be going to London next June. I want to go, but I want to study for the O's. It's annoying that I won't get to enjoy the holidays much next year. Suckerr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-3890270942737839038?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/3890270942737839038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=3890270942737839038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/3890270942737839038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/3890270942737839038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-voices-turning-out-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-599513865043774284</id><published>2007-10-30T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T20:23:30.118+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You&apos;re no longer needed'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ADDICTED TO ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the Click Five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I woke you up before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You had the chance to dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You almost missed the dance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But never skipped a beat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never could admit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've had a history&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your friends would throw a fit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So you had to smuggle me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't give up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't give up on you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been loyal without having something to prove&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not a killer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm just killing your doubts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you know that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be here forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if you leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if you look for something better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soon you'll see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you're addicted to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The guilt is all on you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm easier to blame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I can still relieve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your ordinary pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't give up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't give up on you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been loyal without having something to prove&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not a killer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm just killing your doubts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you know that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be here forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if you leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if you look for something better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soon you'll see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you're addicted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can love, you can lust, you can use me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All you want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can lie, you can trust, you confuse me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be here forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if you leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if you look for something better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soon you'll see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you're addicted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be here forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if you leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if you look for something better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soon you'll see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you're addicted to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you're addicted to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you're addicted to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you're addicted to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why? But I like this song though it sounds a lil better in the acoustic version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People I know have been reminiscing about the past a lot! Ok, I think it's not all but at least there's a number of them. And it's really got me thinking about stuff and the past. &lt;em&gt;I'm not an emo kid.Not anymore.NEVER AGAIN!&lt;/em&gt; STOP calling me that. Sucks having people to label you something you're not. I just think a lot that's all. All that has happened to me, I think a lot about them. It's not that I choose to think about it but it's always on my mind even if I don't want it to be.&lt;em&gt;I shall be a happykid! Just for me, not for anyone anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I don't love myself, then how do I expect others to love me?&lt;/em&gt; Sounds a little cliched but it's true. Start being happy by being happy for yourself and not for others. I use to think that by being happy for others, I'm doing a favor for myself, but I'm wrong. SO WRONG. I'm going to try and live my life correctly from now on. Stop the fooling and playing. Just be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go for a holiday, but I'm going to be dragged along. No worries about that! This sucks, officially. Extended studies and all. But the best part about extended is hanging out with friends. I've made new friends, and they're rather fineeeeee (: Not actually new, but it's ok for them to be considered new 'cos in the past, I don't hang out with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-599513865043774284?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/599513865043774284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=599513865043774284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/599513865043774284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/599513865043774284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/10/addicted-to-me-by-click-five-i-woke-you.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-1008451167836026057</id><published>2007-10-28T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T18:48:57.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THIS IS MY 401th post!&lt;br /&gt;What a f*king wasted day today!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, like we planned to go out today and we like carried it out but not many could make it.&lt;br /&gt;So annoying kay! I mean, like hello? We planned already and like half of them backed out! SUCKERR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall finish posting my other long long super long post later on when I get home. Right now, we're(Me,Fai and Syaf) watching the Band behind the Band on YouTube at Fai's house. It's hilarious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-1008451167836026057?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/1008451167836026057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=1008451167836026057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/1008451167836026057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/1008451167836026057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is-my-401th-post-what-fking-wasted.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-5337960257992396907</id><published>2007-10-16T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T21:23:15.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'd Do Anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day is going by&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;But you're out there&lt;br /&gt;And I'm here waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wrote this letter in my head&lt;br /&gt;Cuz so many things were left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;But now you're gone&lt;br /&gt;And I can't think straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be the one last chance&lt;br /&gt;To make you understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;Just to hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;To try to make you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Cuz somehow I can't put you in the past&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;Just to fall asleep with you&lt;br /&gt;Will you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I know I won't forget you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we broke all the rules&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of dropping out of school&lt;br /&gt;And leave this place&lt;br /&gt;To never come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now maybe after all these years&lt;br /&gt;If you miss me have no fear&lt;br /&gt;I'll be here&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be the one last chance to make you understand&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't let you leave me once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;Just to hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;To try to make you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Cuz somehow I can't put you in the past&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;Just to fall asleep with you&lt;br /&gt;Will you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I knowI won't forget you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And all I see is you&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I try to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget you&lt;br /&gt;Nanana (....)&lt;br /&gt;And I'd do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;Nanana (....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;Just to hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;To try to make you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Cuz somehow I can't put you in the past&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;Just to fall asleep with you&lt;br /&gt;Will you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I know I won't forget you&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;To fall asleep with you&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I won't do&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;To fall asleep with you&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I know I won't forget you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this was one of the first few songs that I've actually heard, without my parents' influence. It was one of the first few songs my brother and I used to listen to. I actually used to think that this song was by Red Hot Chilli Peppers 'cos there was this one song by Red Hot Chilli Peppers that I used to like too. &lt;em&gt;'By The Way'&lt;/em&gt; They sound almost similar that I thought they were from the same band. It was back in those days that Britney was still popular and SANE and I actually liked her songs, &lt;em&gt;'Opps, I Did It Again',&lt;/em&gt; '&lt;em&gt;Baby One More Time'&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;em&gt; 'You Drive Me Crazy'&lt;/em&gt; and such. But look at what has happened to her now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Celebrities and their fame. All going up to their heads. It will only make their heads swell more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;By The Way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Red Hot Chilli Peppers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in line to&lt;br /&gt;See the show tonight&lt;br /&gt;And there's a light of&lt;br /&gt;Heavy glow&lt;br /&gt;By the way I tried to say&lt;br /&gt;I'd be there waiting for&lt;br /&gt;Dani's the girl is&lt;br /&gt;Singing songs to me&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the marquee&lt;br /&gt;Overload&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steak knife&lt;br /&gt;Card shark&lt;br /&gt;Con job&lt;br /&gt;Boot cut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skin that flick&lt;br /&gt;She's such a little DJ&lt;br /&gt;To get there quick&lt;br /&gt;By street but not the freeway&lt;br /&gt;Turn that trick&lt;br /&gt;To make a little leeway&lt;br /&gt;Beat that nic&lt;br /&gt;But not the way that we play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogtown&lt;br /&gt;Blood bath&lt;br /&gt;Rib cage&lt;br /&gt;Soft tal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in line to&lt;br /&gt;See the show tonight&lt;br /&gt;And there's a light on&lt;br /&gt;Heavy glow&lt;br /&gt;By the way I tried to say&lt;br /&gt;I'd be there waiting for&lt;br /&gt;Dani's the girl is&lt;br /&gt;Singing songs to me&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the marquee&lt;br /&gt;Overload&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black jack&lt;br /&gt;Dope dick&lt;br /&gt;Pawn shop&lt;br /&gt;Quick pick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss that dyke&lt;br /&gt;I know you want to hold one&lt;br /&gt;Not on strike&lt;br /&gt;But I'm about to bowl one&lt;br /&gt;Bite that mic&lt;br /&gt;I know you never stole one&lt;br /&gt;Girls that like&lt;br /&gt;A story, so I told one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song bird&lt;br /&gt;Main line&lt;br /&gt;Cash back&lt;br /&gt;Hard top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in line to&lt;br /&gt;See the show tonight&lt;br /&gt;And there's a light on&lt;br /&gt;Heavy glow&lt;br /&gt;By the way I tried to say&lt;br /&gt;I'd be there waiting for&lt;br /&gt;Dani's the girl is&lt;br /&gt;Singing songs to me&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the marquee&lt;br /&gt;Overload&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-5337960257992396907?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/5337960257992396907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=5337960257992396907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/5337960257992396907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/5337960257992396907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/10/id-do-anything-by-simple-plan-another.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-8015657098888459250</id><published>2007-10-16T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T20:33:45.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"You're not being fair to me! At least let me say my goodbyes"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only have less than two months left. Well, that's if you choose the earlier choice. If you do, then I'll be stuck in this shit place we call &lt;em&gt;home&lt;/em&gt;. In this shit place where no one really cares. That's bloody shit unfair 'cos I'll be alone. But I'll live through 'cos I don't wish to be weak, always depending on you to pull me through. Though you and I may not realise it, but it's true. I depend on you 'cos you're my pillar of support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Fuck&lt;/s&gt;. My hormones aren't being fair to me. I hate this right now. I hate it soo much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-8015657098888459250?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/8015657098888459250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=8015657098888459250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/8015657098888459250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/8015657098888459250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/10/youre-not-being-fair-to-me-at-least-let.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-2519871407240409102</id><published>2007-10-14T00:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T00:27:18.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found a new drama to occupy myself with (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got &lt;em&gt;shit ass&lt;/em&gt; results! Unexpected. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;I told myself quite a few times that I WILL NOT be affected by my freaking Chem results, but what did I do the moment I went into my room and shut the door? Get all regretful.&lt;br /&gt;English and AMath result was kind of unexpected. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;My tutor once asked me after I did the paper, "Are you confident of getting an A1?" And I said NO! Then he asked, "Then are you confident of getting an A2?" And I replied with a long "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmm..." And he just sighed and said, "Ok, the least I'm expecting you to get is a high B3. No lower than that. If my neighbourhood student can get an A2 for his AMath, I'm expecting you to get higher than him." And I just freaking stared at him like as if he was a cloned cow! But hey. I meet his freaking expectations. I got higher than a B3 and higher than his other student! Freakkkkkkkkkk (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried for my other results..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hummmhahhh. Tasneem got me hooked on this stupid ass 'song'. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Uses of the word Fuck'. &lt;/em&gt;Hell, it's amazingly hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-2519871407240409102?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/2519871407240409102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=2519871407240409102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/2519871407240409102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/2519871407240409102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-found-new-drama-to-occupy-myself-with.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-4881172961411822084</id><published>2007-10-11T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T00:28:38.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mel thinks I blog short. I beg to differ 'cos I blog according to my mood (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have no idea who will be interested in reading about my mundane life. It sucks okay! Living life just as it suppose to happen. MY LIFE JUST AIN'T INTERESTING &lt;em&gt;laa&lt;/em&gt; OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for seven straight days, I practically just stayed home and rot away. Not an interesting thing. But yeah, that's just me. However, I did go out on certain days. Just &lt;em&gt;certain&lt;/em&gt; days. Not all! I just loved Tuesday the most 'cos I went out and did some shopping. Well, I mostly spent my money on books but hey, at least I spent it on something good (: And we visited the NewUrbanMale outlet at City Hall like twice 'cos we wanted to look the the &lt;em&gt;hot guys&lt;/em&gt; there. Yes! I think we were all acting like idiots. Typical us right? I think my Tuesday just got really wasted in air-conditioned shopping malls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was back to school. It was post-exams activities. It was great to see everyone back in school. I think I just missed them like truckloads. Well, not all but some (: But back to school means being sick again. I don't know how that happens but whenever I come home from school, I will surely get a sore throat. Wednesday wasn't really interesting. Well actually all my days are not interesting. None at all. But, I kinda lost control of my emotions later on. Like in the early afternoon. It was right after school. I guess it was the &lt;em&gt;"post-exams stress".&lt;/em&gt; I didn't know one could get that. It is like post-traumatic stress disorder. I'm a suckerrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was baddd. Didn't even know why I bothered coming. But hey! 10 people &lt;em&gt;ponned&lt;/em&gt; school today. And this is just like people from our class. The talks were really boring except for the self-esteem talk 'cos the speaker just knows how to deliver herself well, and she has really interesting stories about her brother who sounds a lot like mine... Oh well. Don't all brothers sound alike? Bugis&lt;em&gt;-ed&lt;/em&gt; after school. Dragged Shahirah along. Yes, I love dragging people along whenever I want to go somewhere. Just a habit. Oh, and on the way there, right there on bus 197, there were 2 &lt;em&gt;GAY&lt;/em&gt; mats! Yes, GAY! They listen to songs that you don't think a mat would listen to, like A Thousand Miles and Breaking Free. Yes! Breaking Free. I had this urge to ask them whether they really are mats or are they acting as one just so they can fit into that society. Well, Shahirah said that when we were about to get off the bus, we would turn behind and just tell them that they are Gay, and walk off. But, we didn't do that. HAHAHHA! No idea why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's gonna be bad. I just know it 'cos we will be getting our English,AMath and Chemistry papers back. My results are going to suck baddd especially for Chem! And I still have to find a freaking bag! Suckerr.&lt;br /&gt;I just love Tasneeem and her infatuation for Enrique Iglesias though I keep telling her that he IS NOT hot! Not at all! HAHHAHAHA. Here's a convo betweeen me and her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're hell, amazing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tasss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're hell, amazing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enrique Iglesias = NOT HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tasss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE IS OKAY YOU JUST SHUT YOUR BIG FAT MOUTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're hell, amazing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOPEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're hell, amazing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENRIQUE IGLESIAS IS NOT HOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're hell, amazing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REPEAT,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're hell, amazing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT HOT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're hell, amazing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENRIQUE IGLESIAS IS NOT HOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're hell, amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I THINK THE RABBIT IN MY DP IS SEXXAYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tasss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;YOU FUCKING RETARD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, so yes! I'm a fucking retard. And here's another one of our idiotic convo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tasss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SAL SAID NO ONE GOT AN A FOR BIO BUT THAT DOESNT CONCERN YOU LA BUT OMG I;M GONNA FAIL MY SCIENCES THEN I HAVE TO COMBINE THEN I WILL BE IN THE SAME CLASS AS (insert name here) AND (and here too) AND I;LL DIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're hell, amazing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAAHAHAHHA! YOU WON'T LAAAAAAAAA! ACTUALLY YOU WILLLL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're hell, amazing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're hell, amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I WILL NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're hell, amazing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COS I TAKE PHYSICS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're hell, amazing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're hell, amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;SUCKER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tasss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELLTHANKS FOR YOUR CONCERN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tasss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU AREA VERY GOOD FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tasss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're hell, amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;HAHAH! I KNOWWWWWW! THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet another one (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tasss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK CAPS ARE COOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're hell, amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;i feel fatttttttttttttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're hell, amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I KNOWWWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tasss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tasss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE SOUND LIKE SOME JAKUN IDIOTS WHO NEVER CHATTED ONLINE BEFORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're hell, amazing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're hell, amazing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE THE IDIOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're hell, amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;NOT ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tasss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tasss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE ALSO USING CAPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're hell, amazing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're hell, amazing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THAT'S BECAUSE I LIKE ITTT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're hell, amazing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT A JAKUN LIKE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all this like took place in half an hour. Amazing isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Just because"&lt;/em&gt; is my new favourite phrase. Don't ask why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Mel, is THIS long enough?!? HAHAHAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-4881172961411822084?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/4881172961411822084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=4881172961411822084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/4881172961411822084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/4881172961411822084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/11/mel-thinks-i-blog-short.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-3364480338019205450</id><published>2007-10-09T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T21:55:06.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Coffee Prince, amazing drama! HAHAH. Kept me crazy for 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't really get to enjoy it because of my dad. Partypooper! I shall get the DVD once it comes here, though it will be really expensive.&lt;br /&gt;Fairuz asked me this afternoon whether I'm just going to let my blog be dead.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. I think I'm just going to follow my mood. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-3364480338019205450?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/3364480338019205450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=3364480338019205450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/3364480338019205450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/3364480338019205450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/10/coffee-prince-amazing-drama-hahah.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-6252976074008593196</id><published>2007-10-05T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T21:35:37.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want a breakkkkk.&lt;br /&gt;From everything.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye. (it's official)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-6252976074008593196?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/6252976074008593196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=6252976074008593196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/6252976074008593196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/6252976074008593196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-want-breakkkkk.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-703874056332747967</id><published>2007-10-05T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T18:32:56.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've not posted in a week.&lt;br /&gt;So, wow! Exams are finally over. But I don't know why, I feel as though I'm wasting my days away. I've got nothing left to do at home. I simply refuse to go out 'cos I simly refuse to tell my parents exactly where I'm going and there's simply NOTHING to do. I can't go to the movies yet 'cos it's still the fasting month. I can't go shopping 'cos my dad doesn't give much allowance. I want to go out, but that will mean telling my parents. It's sooooo boring at home.&lt;br /&gt;So practically I'm stuck watching dramas! And I'm actually going to bake!&lt;br /&gt;BAKEBAKEBAKE! HAHAHAH. Let's bake MEL!&lt;br /&gt;MelMelMelMelMelMelMelMelMelMelMelMelMelMelMelMelMelMelMelMel&lt;br /&gt;Sounds and looks like Memel! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have wasted my days away.&lt;br /&gt;But, but I helped my mum bake cookies two days ago, and yesterday I cleaned my room.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bake again on Monday. I'm hoping to get all the ingredients ready by then. I'm just too lazy to get to the shop and buy them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-703874056332747967?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/703874056332747967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=703874056332747967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/703874056332747967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/703874056332747967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/10/ive-not-posted-in-week.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-8001313061175651304</id><published>2007-10-05T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:09:21.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RwYQersaSgI/AAAAAAAAAS8/jAeOi77OwwQ/s1600-h/95137658_1404c284a8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117796145864264194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RwYQersaSgI/AAAAAAAAAS8/jAeOi77OwwQ/s320/95137658_1404c284a8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found the picture adorable. An army of Gummy Bears.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that! HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-8001313061175651304?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/8001313061175651304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=8001313061175651304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/8001313061175651304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/8001313061175651304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-just-found-picture-adorable.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RwYQersaSgI/AAAAAAAAAS8/jAeOi77OwwQ/s72-c/95137658_1404c284a8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-1133039304828026766</id><published>2007-09-28T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T00:03:44.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We've resumed our mutton 'date'! Hahah. And by we, I mean me&amp;amp;Mel (:&lt;br /&gt;Muttons are getting hilarious. Mel's been trying to get me to explain to her about the 'touchy' situation but I simply refuse.&lt;br /&gt;I'm literally falling asleep in front of the comp. My throat feels as though someone's poking it with a pencil. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;I have a very random thought. HAHA. I think the word SACRAMENTAL is cool.&lt;br /&gt;NO IDEA why I said it. So as quoyed by Mel, " So DEAL with it"&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for EOYs to end. I'm just going to slack and stone like I will never have a chance to do it again. And I'm going to spend some quality time with my inner self&amp;amp;my room too.&lt;br /&gt;It's really messy and books are like all over. I'm going to dedicate the 7 days of holiday I have to clean up my room. Ok. I don't really need 7 days. HAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;I want to take up drums at the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;My year end resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Give Until There's Nothing Left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relient K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one told me&lt;br /&gt;The right way&lt;br /&gt;The right way to go about this&lt;br /&gt;So I'll figure it out for myself&lt;br /&gt;Cause how muchIs too much&lt;br /&gt;To give you&lt;br /&gt;Well I may never know&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just give until there's nothing else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'll give give give (until there's nothing else)&lt;br /&gt;Give my life (until it all runs out)&lt;br /&gt;Give give (and I'll have no regrets)&lt;br /&gt;I'll give until there's nothing left&lt;br /&gt;I'll give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one told me&lt;br /&gt;How bad I need you (need you)&lt;br /&gt;But I somehow arrived&lt;br /&gt;To that conclusion all by myself (all by myself)&lt;br /&gt;And I wantAll you have to offer (to offer)&lt;br /&gt;So I offer myself and I'll just give until there's nothing else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll give give give (until there's nothing else)&lt;br /&gt;Give my life (until it all runs out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give give (and I'll have no regrets)&lt;br /&gt;I'll give until there's nothing left to&lt;br /&gt;Give give give (until there's nothing else)&lt;br /&gt;Give my life (until it all runs out)&lt;br /&gt;Give give (and I'll have no regrets)&lt;br /&gt;I'll give until there's nothing left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it seems&lt;br /&gt;Like all I ever do&lt;br /&gt;Is ask for things&lt;br /&gt;Until I ask too much of you&lt;br /&gt;But that's not the way (that's not the way)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live (I wanna live)&lt;br /&gt;I need to change (I need to change)&lt;br /&gt;But something's got to give&lt;br /&gt;Yeah something's got to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give give give (until there's nothing left)&lt;br /&gt;Give my life (until it all runs out)&lt;br /&gt;Give give (and I'll have no regrets)&lt;br /&gt;I'll give until there's nothing left to give&lt;br /&gt;Give give give (until there's nothing left)&lt;br /&gt;Give my life (until it all runs out)&lt;br /&gt;Give give&lt;br /&gt;Give until there's nothing leftI'll give&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-1133039304828026766?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/1133039304828026766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=1133039304828026766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/1133039304828026766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/1133039304828026766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/09/weve-resumed-our-mutton-date-hahah.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-5918703944007550652</id><published>2007-09-28T04:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T04:33:19.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm loving Good Charlotte so much now (:&lt;br /&gt;Whiny but nice, that's what I like. The beats and rhythm are nice too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the broken hearts parade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I'm putting my heart out on display there's no, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;masquerade, just a funeral march for love today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the band strikes up and they're playing our song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dressed in black and we're singing along, to thebroken hearts parade &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I've never been better than I am today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken Hearts Parade- Good Charlotte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-5918703944007550652?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/5918703944007550652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=5918703944007550652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/5918703944007550652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/5918703944007550652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-loving-good-charlotte-so-much-now.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-2123096225907176762</id><published>2007-09-27T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T17:10:59.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Week's been a mess. Studying... Oh wait. I would rather say cramming for chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;But what's the final result? I screwed it big time! But Malay compo was manageable. Considering I had a dictionary with me. Yes, having a dictionary during a malay compo is very very useful (: It's a no wonder I've not been able to do my malay compo properly for the past few years.&lt;br /&gt;AMaths was surprisingly fine today. Not too difficult, not too hard. I loved it! Yes, for the first time in my whole entire &lt;em&gt;secondary&lt;/em&gt; life I have loved a maths paper!&amp;amp;I'm proud of it. Then came literature. It was practically what  Mr.John made us do in class. Except in class, it was an open discussion not an essay assignment (; So yes. Today was the best day.&lt;br /&gt;I'll update more after EOYs ends. Which is in a few more days :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-2123096225907176762?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/2123096225907176762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=2123096225907176762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/2123096225907176762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/2123096225907176762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/09/weeks-been-mess.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-8275293877137345903</id><published>2007-09-22T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T21:27:07.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mel's right. About listening to Hairspray OST.&lt;br /&gt;It keeps you from sinking into bouts of depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams have started, but not officially yet. English&amp;amp;Social Studies are overr. It's a relief. School's been a total bore, with many free periods in between and constant mugging for fear of failing. It's funny to hear Mr John exclaiming "Aiyah!" before we start our Lit lesson that day. Lit lessons have been more interesting due to the fact that we have completed the book and we're always doing group work. And there will always be people who will bicker in class. For example, Claire and Vic. Those two will never stop. And there's Nuzul and Nic. And Nikki will always be the one complaining. HAHA! I LOVE NIKKI. MY #1 loverrr!&lt;br /&gt;I've been concentrating more on Chemistry. I've got to pass this term or I would have to drop it. But at least Ms Chan's been saying that I've improved over the few terms. That's something right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday is the official start of EVERYTHING! Chemistry, HMT Paper 1 followed by A Maths and Literature Paper 2 the next day and the Lit Paper 1 the following day. The following week is worst 'cos I've got E Maths and History Elect then Physics and HMT Paper 2. I'm worrying for my English composition. My English isn't that great 'cos I don't have a wide range of vocab. Plus, I get lots of grammatical errors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying for Chemistry is extremely exhausting. Believe me, nothing sucks more than memorising facts that can't even register in my brain. Rwr. Well, it seems like I have a &lt;em&gt;lifetime membership&lt;/em&gt; to Chem remedial. Which sucks 'cos it's really boring. I've got to get back to studying &amp;amp; cramming everything in. Argh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-8275293877137345903?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/8275293877137345903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=8275293877137345903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/8275293877137345903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/8275293877137345903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/09/mels-right.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-7837533419322726293</id><published>2007-09-18T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T22:24:33.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;Right from the start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-7837533419322726293?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/7837533419322726293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=7837533419322726293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/7837533419322726293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/7837533419322726293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-was-mistake.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-7814583083569391209</id><published>2007-09-14T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T20:43:21.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WEEK'S BEEN WASTED AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER I DID LOTS OF STRESS RELIEVING. PROBABLY THAT'S WHY IT'S BEEN WASTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHOPPING TRIPS :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONDAY&lt;/strong&gt; WAS CHEMISTRY DAY! REMEDIAL WAS SUCKISH 'COS ME&amp;YIYING WERE BORED DOING MOLE CONCEPT, WHILE THE OTHERS DID ACID,BASES&amp;amp;SALT! NOT THAT INTERESTING&amp;ALL. PARKWAY AFTER THAT TO GET BOXES FROM PRINTS. HEADED TO MPL WHERE SHAHIRAH&amp;amp;FAIRUZ WERE STUDYING. SUCKERR. I DID A LIL OF SOCIAL STUDIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/strong&gt; WAS NONSENSE DAY! KFC-ED AFTER SCHOOL 'COS SOME LOSER PIG WANTED TO EAT THERE. HAD THE INTENTION OF STUDYING THERE, HOWEVER NOTHING PRODUCTIVE CAME OUT AFTER ALL. ENDED UP MAKING A LIST WITH MEL, RUBY, BELLE, NUZ&amp;SHAH! HAHA. STILL HAVE NOT BURN IT. WALKED AROUND PARKWAY TO FIND SOME DISC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;/strong&gt; WAS ONE HOUR BUS RIDE,QUEENSWAY&amp;amp;MARINA SQUARE DAY! BUS-ED ALL THE WAY TO QUEENSWAY AFTER SCHOOL WITH BROC&amp;SHAH TO FIND SOMETHING. DIDN'T GET IT. SO WE ENDED UP GOING TO QUEENSWAY JUST TO BUY MACS AND WALK AIMLESSLY! BUS-ED BACK TO CITY HALL TO GO TO MARINA SQUARE WITH SHAHIRAH. HAHA! GOT MY ESPRIT TOPS :D IT WAS ONE HELL OF AN EXPENSIVE SHOPPING TRIP! I FINALLY CONVINCE SHAHIRAH THAT I WAS ONE LONG TANGENT, AND SHE DISAPPROVES OF ONE OF GUYS I SAW! STRONGLY DISAPPROVES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/strong&gt; WAS FRUITFUL! WE WENT TO PARKWAY FIRST. SAW TOPS&amp;amp;SHADES. LOVELY SHADES AT ESPRIT! HAHA! I WANTED, BUT THERE WASN'T ANY PRICING SO I COULDN'T HAVE BOUGHT IT! SUCKERR. AND I SAW TOPS THAT I REALLY REALLY WANT AT TOPSHOP! THEN WE BUS-ED TO MPL! MY SMART IDEA. I DID MORE SOCIAL STUDIES! HAHA! THEN WE BUS-ED HOME (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY. TODAY.&lt;/strong&gt; NOT THAT BAD A DAY. BUT MORE SHOPPING TRIPS. THIS TIME TO TAMPINES MALL.HUNG AROUND MOSTLY AT FOX :D I GOT ANOTHER TOP! HAHA. SO THAT TOTALS UP TO 4 TOPS THIS WEEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO THERE. THAT WAS ONE HELL OF A WASTED WEEK, HOWEVER, THANKS TO ALL THAT SHOPPING TRIP, I THINK I WILL BE ABLE TO DEAL WITH ANOTHER WEEK AND HALF WITHOUT EXPLODING. SO I GUESS I AM ABLE TO CONCENTRATE MORE. MUTTONS AT MIDNIGHT WITH MEL AGAIN! HAHAH :D&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T WAIT, BUT I WILL HAVE TO REALLY STUDY AFTER THAT&amp; TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and I wonder why I had type this whole post in caps. OK! I got my answer! I was too darn lazy to switch back :D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-7814583083569391209?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/7814583083569391209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=7814583083569391209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/7814583083569391209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/7814583083569391209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/09/weeks-been-wasted-again-however-i-did.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-3508122210933227081</id><published>2007-09-07T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T23:14:20.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CONVO WITH MEL IS FUN&amp; SUPRISINGLY HIGH.&lt;br /&gt;MUTTONS AT MIDNIGHT KEEPING US COMPANY ALL THE WAY TILL 2AM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH! GO TO &lt;a href="http://tintedwhite.easyjournal.com/"&gt;MEL'S BLOG&lt;/a&gt;! FUNNEH!&lt;br /&gt;I HEART YOU MEL FOR MAKING ME HAPPIER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-3508122210933227081?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/3508122210933227081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=3508122210933227081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/3508122210933227081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/3508122210933227081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/09/convo-with-mel-is-fun-suprisingly-high.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-8564627112855132492</id><published>2007-09-07T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T21:49:31.211+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tears run down my face I can&apos;t replace'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm wasting my holidays away. No actually I do that everyday. Wasting every passing day and life away. &lt;s&gt;I should get a job!&lt;/s&gt; &lt;em&gt;That shall just be the day when everything changes.&lt;/em&gt; Maybe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, before I start tuning on my emotions, I shall just put this in &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG FAT FONTS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;'cos someone wanted it specially!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MELISSA LEE SUPPIAH&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(aka PAPAYA!),&lt;/span&gt; HAPPY 15th!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's life? Being fifteen and all that! HAHAHAH :D&lt;br /&gt;Your birthday present may just come only next year. Depends actually...&lt;br /&gt;But I bet you did enjoy your &lt;u&gt;GREAT&lt;/u&gt; birthday right?&lt;br /&gt;Stop wasting your holidays away(or whatever that is left!)&lt;br /&gt;GO STUDY! STUDY! NOWW! EOYs are just round the corner! AHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;SHUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was one hell of a great distraction! I feel much better 'cos I managed to tune away from my emotions just for that 2 mins I needed to think and type out that paragraph for the dearly beloved Melissa :D I HEART YOU MEL ♥&lt;br /&gt;AMaths is starting to get confusing, with the Trig indentities and whatnot! Rwr! EMaths is worst 'cos I don't get a single freaking angles in a cricle properties. That's just bullsh*t man! And yes! I totally forgot everything I &lt;strong&gt;ONCE &lt;/strong&gt;knew about Light&amp;It's properties. Guess I'm a suckerr for EOYs unless I really really put 110% into preparing for it! I can't even give 80% right now and I'm aiming for 110%. Gahhh!&lt;br /&gt;Today was rather wasted(in a way). I sat on the beach, thinking about life. It sucks so far! There's the ups and downs, but I think, lately, the downs is more than the ups. Oh well. Life's a b*tch. Accepting it is the only way I can carry on with life. &lt;em&gt;I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I've got sand stuck in my hair, and jeans. It was seriously hard to get rid of it. And both my feet have got tan lines due to the scorching heat from the sun&amp;amp; not forgetting my back too.&lt;br /&gt;I think I know too many September babies. Syaf's,OXQ's&amp;Krys' birthday are all coming up!&amp;amp; October babies too! Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have to get lots of cash to get their gifts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like updating anymore. It's annoying. I wish I can't just switch off my computer for 2 months and switching it back on only after EOYs, but I know that is rather impossible. So I think I shall update only when I feel like it, or when I'm free or when I'm bored with studying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Hurts The Most&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By Rascal Flatts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house&lt;br /&gt;That don’t bother me&lt;br /&gt;I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out&lt;br /&gt;I’m not afraid to cry every once in a while&lt;br /&gt;Even though going on with you gone still upsets me&lt;br /&gt;There are days every now and again I pretend I’m ok&lt;br /&gt;But that’s not what gets me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;Was being so close&lt;br /&gt;And having so much to say&lt;br /&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;br /&gt;And never knowing&lt;br /&gt;What could have been&lt;br /&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;Is what I was tryin’ to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;But I’m doin’ It&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I’m alone&lt;br /&gt;Still Harder&lt;br /&gt;Getting up, getting dressed, livin’ with this regret&lt;br /&gt;But I know if I could do it overI would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart&lt;br /&gt;That I left unspoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the mostIs being so close&lt;br /&gt;And having so much to say&lt;br /&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;br /&gt;And never knowing&lt;br /&gt;What could have been&lt;br /&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;Is what I was trying to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;Is being so close&lt;br /&gt;And having so much to say&lt;br /&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;br /&gt;And never knowing&lt;br /&gt;What could have been&lt;br /&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;Is what I was trying to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;That’s what I was trying to do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-8564627112855132492?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/8564627112855132492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=8564627112855132492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/8564627112855132492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/8564627112855132492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-wasting-my-holidays-away.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-1492622075608607930</id><published>2007-09-04T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T23:23:42.605+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You captured my heart with a raptured soul'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CLASS PARTY WAS WOAHHHHHHHH!♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahha, it was great! Awesome:D FUN:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining, at first. Had to go to the supermarket to get the sausages and drinks. Then I had to collect the cake. HAH! It was raining so heavily, I didn't want to hail a cab. Instead I called for it, but damn! The hotlines were all busy, so I just stood there at the taxi stand waiting for a cab while the rain just keeps on pouring. But I finally got a cab and got to Elaina's house dry and clean. Ok, well, not exactly dry, but hey, it's a wet weather situation!&lt;br /&gt;Ruby was there when I came. HAHA! I love Elaina's mum! She's so funny! But what's more hilarious is Steph&amp;Elaina together! Those two bicker as if there is no tomorrow. Then more of them arrive later on. Jac, Amelia, OXQ, Broc&amp;amp;Tanya. HAH:D Then we headed out to the clubhouse when the deliveryman delivering the food came. Hahah! I think he was annoyed or something 'cos we walk him go around the area with the styrofoam box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited in the clubhouse then went up to the karaoke room :D Slacked around, waited for more people to come. Went up to start fire. Failed attempts. HAHA. But they finally got the fire starting after getting me to buy a box of fire starters and lighter! HAHA! We(Shah,Syaf,Fai&amp;Me) had like 3 &lt;em&gt;un-glam&lt;/em&gt; moments. 2 of them while we're crossing the road. The other was while trying to get back to Elaina's house when we had to walk through a field of muddy and wet grass. HAHA! And we could hear the croacking of frogs, or was it toads? HAHA! And Syaf was scared of them and I failed trying to imitate the sound! HAHAHA :D Security guards didn't even stop us when we're entering! HAHA! Bad security system! Soo, we got back and I guess more came! The barbecue has started! Slacked more, eat, and slacked. Belle wanted people to play Twister with her. HHAHA! Funny! Then comes the cakes. &amp;amp;Surprise&amp;Songs&amp;amp;Wishes&amp;Gifts :D Shahirah had to leave early and she missed that part! Suckerr. Most of them went down after everything. Me,Broc,OXQ,Amelia,Elaina&amp;amp;Nic stayed and roasted marshmellows :D Yummy! HAHHA. I love starting the fire! Bloody fun! Dione was looking for people to bring home like the leftovers. HHAHA:D Slacked more in the room, then I got bored and went home. Left with Broc,OXQ&amp;Tanya. It was only 10.30pm. HAHA. Funny. I was so afraid of going home alone. They walked me to the bus stop before crossing to the other side to get on the bus. Dad picked me up at Tanah Merah, didn't even realise the lil brother was sleeping at the back seat. HAH! Sucha loser I am :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got cuts and blisters. No idea how and when I got them. And I've got a bruise near my left knee. Funny. It's like these minor injuries appear out of thin air :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-1492622075608607930?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/1492622075608607930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=1492622075608607930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/1492622075608607930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/1492622075608607930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/09/class-party-was-woahhhhhhhh-hahha-it.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-9188427167452591668</id><published>2007-09-03T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T00:24:06.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've finally got the whole album thing sorted out.&lt;br /&gt;I've NOT, repeat, NOT, finish updating the album for XCountry, so kindly wait :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/members/dignifiedsips"&gt;www.imagestation.com/members/dignifiedsips&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-9188427167452591668?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/9188427167452591668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=9188427167452591668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/9188427167452591668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/9188427167452591668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/09/ive-finally-got-whole-album-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-1035260530771896453</id><published>2007-09-01T23:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T00:36:22.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To drone in multiple languages'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Letting your heart rule your mind is tiring"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was great :D Worth getting my both my phones taken away. I feel really "timeless" without my phone. Which makes me feel like I have ALL the time in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to school early. I think. At least earlier than the time I usually would reach. Oh gosh. I miss the feeling of being the only early person to actually reach class first. It's not possible now 'cos there will be people coming earlier than me. And today, as per usual, Nic was earlier than me. And a few minutes later, Vic Chew came along, followed by Yi Ying. Rwr. Morning wasn't really great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEACHERS' DAY `07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabbed a packet of chips at Caltex. Came back in and we went back to class. Did the banner&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(in which we didn't actually really need)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Went to the hall for assembly&amp;ACES. HAHHA! It was soooo funn :D Ms Tee was awesomely cute! Then we went down to the grass area surrounding the classroom block. Hahah. Did a 3/9 formation for our FMs. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; They were like happy ok! Then went rushing around school. First to the hall for the class performance. Then me&amp;amp;Vic went round to find the guest, but we simply couldn't find her. So we gave up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then we went to the hall, along with our bags&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(mine was bulky mind you. I didn't know what I brought)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We ran up and down 'cos different people said different things. I forgot what it actually feels like being in the AV room, looking down into the hall. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss those days. Ok, maybe I DON'T. Brings back bad memories.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; It's a good thing I didn't decide to go back to my primary school. Tempting reasons but I still resisted. Bad memories are the cause of it, though they are only a part of the memories I have of those younger days. SO, anyway... I backtracked a lil before. The concert was GREAT! Our performance was AWESOME! Ahhhhhh! HAHAHA. I loved Finding Wednesday, I love our FMs and I love our class for making everything happen :D We got a lil crazy towards the ending. HAHAH :D We love being crazy don't we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had to wait for quite a while before we actually got out of school. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Her intoxicating sweet smile was enough to drive me crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Had pizza for lunch. My emotions got the better of me, and I had let it rule my head. So I just kept quite for the whole afternoon. Even when they went to Marina Square to WINDOW SHOP! I swear, the worst thing I hate is to window shop! For a long long time. They went to like different boutiques, but the ones I love most were G200, Espirit&amp;Dorothy Perkins. TopShop was boring as per usual. I hate the freaking shop itself. I have no idea why many like to shop there. I found a cute shirt in Espirit but it cost close to $100. I want to buy it but it's too pricey for a shirt. So I shall just consider, but the sales girl said that it was a limited edition so if I want to get it, I have to get it fast. But the funny fact was I actually tried on a pair of skinny jeans&amp;I hated it, and I also tried on a dress! HAHA :D Sally&amp;amp;Krys went home soon after, and then we went to watch HAIRSPRAY! It was great, fantastic, AWESOME! Words can't describe the movie. I loved it so so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to rush 'cos we were in the need of the toilet. HAHA. Should have seen us. It was hilarious. And then we had such a hard time getting a cab. I called a few hotlines, but none were available. I finally got CityCab, but the hiring fee was darn expensive! Hahah, and on the way home, Sal told us something like really gross! Her malay was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been one heck of a long post. I should check on the photos now :D&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-1035260530771896453?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/1035260530771896453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=1035260530771896453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/1035260530771896453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/1035260530771896453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/09/letting-your-heart-rule-your-mind-is.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-3991213368945068621</id><published>2007-08-24T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T21:59:26.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disastered Soul'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Suppose to be studying. But pfft. I can't. I shall try tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Hairspray&amp;Dead Silence. Top on the list :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's all a game of this or that, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now versus then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;better off against worse for wear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you’re someone who knows someone who knows someone I once knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I just want to be a part of this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The road outside my house is paved with good intentions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hired a construction crew, 'cause it's hell on the engine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are the dreamer and we are the dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I could write it better than you ever felt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So hum hallelujah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just off the key of reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought I loved you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was just how you looked in the light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A teenage vow in a parking lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Till tonight do us part"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I sing the blues and swallow them too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My words are my faith to hell with our good name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A remix of your guts-your insides X-rayed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And one day we'll get nostalgic for disaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we're a bull, your ears are just a china shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you in the same way, there's a chapel in a hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One foot in your bedroom and one foot out the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes we take chances, sometimes we take pills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I could write it better than you ever felt it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So hum hallelujah,Just off the key of reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought I loved you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was just how you looked in the light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A teenage vow in a parking lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Till tonight do us part"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I sing the blues and swallow them too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelu... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Hum hallelujah (Hum hallelujah), hum hallelujah (Hum hallelujah))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A teenage vow in a parking lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Till tonight do us part"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I sing the blues and swallow them too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So hum hallelujah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just off the key of reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought I loved you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was just how you looked in the light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A teenage vow in a parking lot (Hum hallelujah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Till tonight do us part"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love in a parking lot (Hum hallelujah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Till tonight do us part"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A teenage vow in a parking lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Till tonight do us part"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I sing the blues and swallow them too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Fall Out Boy,Jason Mraz&amp;McFly obssession all over again!&lt;br /&gt;FALALALALALA. That explains why I'm so frigging happy for the past two days :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"And everything I felt for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wrote down on one piece of paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The one in your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You won't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How much it hurts to let you go"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in sooo much pain. After dental. Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;One whole hour of torture, and disgusting tasting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;But now, the whole thing is GREEN :D Metallic green. Kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;But yet again, I've got to suffer 'cos I can't eat anything else except for porridge!&lt;br /&gt;AGAINNNNN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-3991213368945068621?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/3991213368945068621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=3991213368945068621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/3991213368945068621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/3991213368945068621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/08/suppose-to-be-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-3813374788302797574</id><published>2007-08-23T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T21:03:36.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finalised results. It sucks 'cos I deproved, and I failed Chem &lt;u&gt;AGAIN&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English- B4&lt;br /&gt;Maths-B4&lt;br /&gt;Add.Maths- B4&lt;br /&gt;Malay- C6&lt;br /&gt;Physics- B3&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry- D7&lt;br /&gt;Core Literature- B3&lt;br /&gt;Combined Humans- B4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got lots of Bs this term and only a C! That's an improvement 'cos I would usually like get Cs instead of Bs :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FALALALALALA :D I'm happy again today :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-3813374788302797574?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/3813374788302797574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=3813374788302797574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/3813374788302797574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/3813374788302797574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/08/finalised-results.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-5106319228019299688</id><published>2007-08-22T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T20:33:13.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Suppose to be studying if not some ass would crap all over me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what's HER definition of crap, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I can't concentrate so I shall just stare into space! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-5106319228019299688?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/5106319228019299688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=5106319228019299688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/5106319228019299688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/5106319228019299688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/08/suppose-to-be-studying-if-not-some-ass.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-1913213825079974777</id><published>2007-08-20T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T21:05:56.620+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo- Ryan Cabrera'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life's been a real bitch, but I'm looking on the bright side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A photo can say a thousand things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it can't say the million things I wanna say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A photo can capture the way we were&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it can't capture the way we are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause you're far away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving everything the way it's supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;Not changing anything or keeping anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What it's like to know you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether I would like to know more.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of all lies and promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What it's like to touch you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you told me that you loved me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;were those just words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't tell me you don't need me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I know that hurts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts just by looking at you&lt;br /&gt;And unable to wonder and know whether it will still stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I'm looking at your picture&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause it's all I've got&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the only memory left. Every single good times we had, ERASED by anger and hatred.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe one day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You and me will have one more shot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day. Just one day. We get to relieve the moments again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Timing lost minutes and moments&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I might be lonely girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm not afraid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a second&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It all comes right back to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing's forgotten now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing shall ever be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah everything's saved&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What it's like to touch you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What it's like to know you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you told me that you loved me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;were those just words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't tell me you don't need me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I know that hurts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I'm looking at your picture&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause it's all I've got&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe one day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You and me will have one more shot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you were my faith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my everything&lt;br /&gt;Nothing was suppose to ruin what we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You gave me hope every day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You picked me up when I fell down hard.&lt;br /&gt;What was I to do except love you more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you told me that you loved me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;were those just words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't tell me you don't need me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I know that hurts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I'm looking at your picture&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause it's all I've got&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe one day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You and me will have one more shot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-1913213825079974777?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/1913213825079974777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=1913213825079974777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/1913213825079974777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/1913213825079974777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/08/lifes-been-real-bitch-but-im-looking-on.html' 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type='html'>Authentic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me just wanted to leave school right away when the dismissal bell rang. BUT I knew that if I were to do just that and head home, I wouldn't be able to do any frigging thing and I really need to get lots of things done. Zany&amp;Cross Country is this Saturday. Costumes are not ready. NOPE. Na-uhh. RWR! I feel stupid and useless. I don't get AMaths anymore. Lessons are starting to become a bore. I wish I could understand what she said without having to refer back to the textbook. I feel really useless. I shall go study AMaths and Chemistry. ALOT! And I shall make sure that I practically MEMORIZE the model answers for Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 2 more results and then I would be "free". Defination of free isn't really close to it's real meaning. I'm starting to be happy. The book helped alot. :D&lt;br /&gt;I shall go get more inspirational books to make me like really happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-2622417314393433213?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/2622417314393433213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=2622417314393433213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/2622417314393433213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/2622417314393433213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/08/authentic.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-6654136117086377103</id><published>2007-08-14T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T21:51:37.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BURN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are like over and now comes the results. I'm disappointed. With myself!&lt;br /&gt;Results are not exactly what I'd expected and there was lots of carelessness. It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I screwed Chem as per normal. I was surprised I passed English&amp;Mathematics. Not to mention Literature 'cos I didn't get to finish the essays. I've got many C's on my result sheet. I could have gotten a 32 for AMaths or maybe higher. Shucks. Results dropped.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to work harder for the next 4 and a half weeks. I can't stand knowing that I have so much time on my hand just for preparation and yet I'm doing nothing to make it worth while.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to get enough emotional and physical rest starting from tomorrow. Shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's class comm training was FUN! I had fun with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I have a whistle rule!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parv kept smellling my hair at one point of the activity. She's weird. That's why she's my special friend :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apple&amp;Orange&lt;/em&gt; Highlight of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school activities. I made a totally wasted trip to Parkway. Actually, not totally but it was still wasted. I bought my stars and I'm still deciding on how to like present the present to the person. It feels rather plain if I were to just put it in a glass bottle. SO uncreative, unimaginative. RWR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we went window shopping. Me,Shah,Syaf&amp;Fairuz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WAWASAN UTAMA: MENDAPATKAN SELIPAR HAVAIANAS :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm like still deciding on whether I should just like get the Havaianas sandals I've always wanted which cost nearing to $50, or should I just like get the one that looks like Havaianas but isn't which is $10 cheaper. Decisions sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I got Old Chang Kee. FINALLY! Like after weeks and weeks of craving it.&lt;br /&gt;And me&amp;amp;Shah went back to school, and we slacked in the library and circular block. We felt sleepy but couldn't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I tried pitching again, but I failed. Rwr! I wonder how they do it. Looks cool :D&lt;br /&gt;Met Nurul and went to Banquet. I'm finally on talking terms with THE SAL.&lt;br /&gt;TRALALALALALA. I got Merci&amp;TimeOut :D Chocolates &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-6654136117086377103?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/6654136117086377103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=6654136117086377103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/6654136117086377103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/6654136117086377103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/08/burn-exams-are-like-over-and-now-comes.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-2489162003919213204</id><published>2007-08-08T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:09:29.950+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CARNIVAL DAY'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Carnival Day was AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;I shall just let the photos to do all the talking :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/Rrnhy4YbY6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/lEdLKTMkiPo/s1600-h/DSC_3982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096352717590979490" style="CURSOR: hand" height="213" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/Rrnhy4YbY6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/lEdLKTMkiPo/s320/DSC_3982.JPG" width="318" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who made it all happen :D&lt;br /&gt;3E9!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/Rrnh0IYbY7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/Br3V84IMXNk/s1600-h/DSC_3986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096352739065815986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/Rrnh0IYbY7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/Br3V84IMXNk/s320/DSC_3986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaleeni,Oli&amp;Liy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/Rrnh1IYbY8I/AAAAAAAAAQs/aNKI-NW1Ais/s1600-h/DSC_3987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096352756245685186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/Rrnh1IYbY8I/AAAAAAAAAQs/aNKI-NW1Ais/s320/DSC_3987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuz&amp;amp;Broc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/Rrnh2IYbY9I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/al9gz9Bc5Vc/s1600-h/DSC_3994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096352773425554386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/Rrnh2IYbY9I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/al9gz9Bc5Vc/s320/DSC_3994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally,Amirah&amp;Mega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/Rrnh3IYbY-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/YZ2RoEyLtow/s1600-h/DSC_3989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096352790605423586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/Rrnh3IYbY-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/YZ2RoEyLtow/s320/DSC_3989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amirah&lt;3 &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnfR4YbY1I/AAAAAAAAAP0/5LtwqM8eOTQ/s1600-h/DSC_3972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096349951632040786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnfR4YbY1I/AAAAAAAAAP0/5LtwqM8eOTQ/s320/DSC_3972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl&amp;amp;Fai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnfSYYbY2I/AAAAAAAAAP8/yY_Pqi1D198/s1600-h/DSC_3975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096349960221975394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnfSYYbY2I/AAAAAAAAAP8/yY_Pqi1D198/s320/DSC_3975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shah,Nuz,Broc&amp;Syaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnfS4YbY3I/AAAAAAAAAQE/q4t6Kl1069g/s1600-h/DSC_3976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096349968811910002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnfS4YbY3I/AAAAAAAAAQE/q4t6Kl1069g/s320/DSC_3976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanya&amp;amp;Broc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnfTIYbY4I/AAAAAAAAAQM/KdwRJgO0cXI/s1600-h/DSC_3979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096349973106877314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnfTIYbY4I/AAAAAAAAAQM/KdwRJgO0cXI/s320/DSC_3979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuz&amp;Lisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnfToYbY5I/AAAAAAAAAQU/TQFEIXYt0sE/s1600-h/DSC_3980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096349981696811922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnfToYbY5I/AAAAAAAAAQU/TQFEIXYt0sE/s320/DSC_3980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syahirah&amp;amp;Shahirah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrndQoYbYwI/AAAAAAAAAPM/JqeL_ggzUmA/s1600-h/DSC_3965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096347731133948674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrndQoYbYwI/AAAAAAAAAPM/JqeL_ggzUmA/s320/DSC_3965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elenna&amp;Nuz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrndRIYbYxI/AAAAAAAAAPU/w46aW8eLwj8/s1600-h/DSC_3966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096347739723883282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrndRIYbYxI/AAAAAAAAAPU/w46aW8eLwj8/s320/DSC_3966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurul&amp;amp;Nuzul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrndRoYbYyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/IK1wNR_sXt8/s1600-h/DSC_3967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096347748313817890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrndRoYbYyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/IK1wNR_sXt8/s320/DSC_3967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elenna,Nurul,Nuzul&amp;Belle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrndSIYbYzI/AAAAAAAAAPk/v9xza0YEom4/s1600-h/DSC_3968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096347756903752498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrndSIYbYzI/AAAAAAAAAPk/v9xza0YEom4/s320/DSC_3968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elenna&amp;amp;Sharan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrndSYYbY0I/AAAAAAAAAPs/_LB8JEDsK_k/s1600-h/DSC_3969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096347761198719810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrndSYYbY0I/AAAAAAAAAPs/_LB8JEDsK_k/s320/DSC_3969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elenna,Sha&amp;Parv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnbMIYbYrI/AAAAAAAAAOk/J68RNNi2Mrw/s1600-h/DSC_3959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096345454801281714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnbMIYbYrI/AAAAAAAAAOk/J68RNNi2Mrw/s320/DSC_3959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elenna,Nurul&amp;amp;Fai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnbMYYbYsI/AAAAAAAAAOs/BBk2NvFZWeQ/s1600-h/DSC_3961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096345459096249026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnbMYYbYsI/AAAAAAAAAOs/BBk2NvFZWeQ/s320/DSC_3961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nani,Nurul&amp;Andik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnbM4YbYtI/AAAAAAAAAO0/9uE7AaJjsC0/s1600-h/DSC_3962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096345467686183634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnbM4YbYtI/AAAAAAAAAO0/9uE7AaJjsC0/s320/DSC_3962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elenna&amp;amp;Angeline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnbNYYbYuI/AAAAAAAAAO8/5iSsR6VvynM/s1600-h/DSC_3963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096345476276118242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnbNYYbYuI/AAAAAAAAAO8/5iSsR6VvynM/s320/DSC_3963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnbOIYbYvI/AAAAAAAAAPE/AQT0cjD7SD8/s1600-h/DSC_3964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096345489161020146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnbOIYbYvI/AAAAAAAAAPE/AQT0cjD7SD8/s320/DSC_3964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAH :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnZMoYbYmI/AAAAAAAAAN8/uL5yTNsVtV4/s1600-h/DSC_3946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096343264367960674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnZMoYbYmI/AAAAAAAAAN8/uL5yTNsVtV4/s320/DSC_3946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's chilli padi!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnZM4YbYnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/-0uCUhlkZ5o/s1600-h/DSC_3953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096343268662927986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnZM4YbYnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/-0uCUhlkZ5o/s320/DSC_3953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syaf,Mel,Sal&amp;Nurul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnZNYYbYoI/AAAAAAAAAOM/YyG5Ar27a8w/s1600-h/DSC_3947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096343277252862594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnZNYYbYoI/AAAAAAAAAOM/YyG5Ar27a8w/s320/DSC_3947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYAF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnZN4YbYpI/AAAAAAAAAOU/uKP3ng6N9x8/s1600-h/DSC_3957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096343285842797202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnZN4YbYpI/AAAAAAAAAOU/uKP3ng6N9x8/s320/DSC_3957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elenna&amp;amp;Nurul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnZOYYbYqI/AAAAAAAAAOc/RNX82rQ261A/s1600-h/DSC_3958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096343294432731810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnZOYYbYqI/AAAAAAAAAOc/RNX82rQ261A/s320/DSC_3958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shah,Syaf,Elenna&amp;Nurul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnXM4YbYhI/AAAAAAAAANU/KH6mRpUzn20/s1600-h/DSC_3938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096341069639672338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnXM4YbYhI/AAAAAAAAANU/KH6mRpUzn20/s320/DSC_3938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnXNYYbYiI/AAAAAAAAANc/nMqhHPs3kyw/s1600-h/DSC_3941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096341078229606946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnXNYYbYiI/AAAAAAAAANc/nMqhHPs3kyw/s320/DSC_3941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afi,Fai,Syaf&amp;amp;Rasyiqah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnXN4YbYjI/AAAAAAAAANk/3EMHLBqXDQI/s1600-h/DSC_3942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096341086819541554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnXN4YbYjI/AAAAAAAAANk/3EMHLBqXDQI/s320/DSC_3942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOAHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnXOYYbYkI/AAAAAAAAANs/ezSkLctZlLc/s1600-h/DSC_3943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096341095409476162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnXOYYbYkI/AAAAAAAAANs/ezSkLctZlLc/s320/DSC_3943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY 2 Bullies :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnXOoYbYlI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Hm_mRb4xsog/s1600-h/DSC_3944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096341099704443474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnXOoYbYlI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Hm_mRb4xsog/s320/DSC_3944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us&amp;Miss Tee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnUkYYbYcI/AAAAAAAAAMs/kTm7lpoVebo/s1600-h/DSC_3914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096338174831714754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnUkYYbYcI/AAAAAAAAAMs/kTm7lpoVebo/s320/DSC_3914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside Physics Lab :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnUkoYbYdI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Q2X5R3KxpDQ/s1600-h/DSC_3925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096338179126682066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnUkoYbYdI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Q2X5R3KxpDQ/s320/DSC_3925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire&lt;3 &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnUmYYbYeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/_i7b47-NYvE/s1600-h/DSC_3933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096338209191453154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnUmYYbYeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/_i7b47-NYvE/s320/DSC_3933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tallest&amp;amp;Me:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnUnYYbYfI/AAAAAAAAANE/qVg2Z01zPCk/s1600-h/DSC_3934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096338226371322354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnUnYYbYfI/AAAAAAAAANE/qVg2Z01zPCk/s320/DSC_3934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us&amp;CikDollah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnUoIYbYgI/AAAAAAAAANM/qEwacg41HxE/s1600-h/DSC_3935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096338239256224258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnUoIYbYgI/AAAAAAAAANM/qEwacg41HxE/s320/DSC_3935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnSK4YbYXI/AAAAAAAAAME/7NyeUrpaVW8/s1600-h/DSC_3885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096335537721794930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnSK4YbYXI/AAAAAAAAAME/7NyeUrpaVW8/s320/DSC_3885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO this was the SITUATION in the canteen. Shockerr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnSLoYbYZI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GaNVv_g69IU/s1600-h/DSC_3906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096335550606696850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnSLoYbYZI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GaNVv_g69IU/s320/DSC_3906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CaiMiao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnSMIYbYaI/AAAAAAAAAMc/jb-SE85ZzZw/s1600-h/DSC_3915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096335559196631458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnSMIYbYaI/AAAAAAAAAMc/jb-SE85ZzZw/s320/DSC_3915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so Shurui's just being Shurui right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnSMoYbYbI/AAAAAAAAAMk/N_HWtLeQKso/s1600-h/DSC_3917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096335567786566066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnSMoYbYbI/AAAAAAAAAMk/N_HWtLeQKso/s320/DSC_3917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elli,Nurul&amp;amp;Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnPRoYbYSI/AAAAAAAAALc/4_ANSd25BgI/s1600-h/DSC_3879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096332355151028514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnPRoYbYSI/AAAAAAAAALc/4_ANSd25BgI/s320/DSC_3879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph, Syaf,OXQ&amp; Amelia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnPSIYbYTI/AAAAAAAAALk/4pQqhKl6LEg/s1600-h/DSC_3890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096332363740963122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnPSIYbYTI/AAAAAAAAALk/4pQqhKl6LEg/s320/DSC_3890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krys&amp;amp;her Kacang putih :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnPSoYbYUI/AAAAAAAAALs/pRyWMZjuL1A/s1600-h/DSC_3892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096332372330897730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnPSoYbYUI/AAAAAAAAALs/pRyWMZjuL1A/s320/DSC_3892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stall-holders&lt;br /&gt;KaiLing,Fan,Wan,VicChew,Amelia,OXQ&amp;Belle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnPTIYbYVI/AAAAAAAAAL0/_BhhtCqSTsU/s1600-h/DSC_3896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096332380920832338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnPTIYbYVI/AAAAAAAAAL0/_BhhtCqSTsU/s320/DSC_3896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me,Nuz,Broc,Syaf,OXQ&amp;amp;Shah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnPToYbYWI/AAAAAAAAAL8/J6GqSRA9vHM/s1600-h/DSC_3898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096332389510766946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnPToYbYWI/AAAAAAAAAL8/J6GqSRA9vHM/s320/DSC_3898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATAY'S WHAT WE LOVEEE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I Love My Satay. Shiok!Shiok!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnNPIYbYNI/AAAAAAAAAK0/XLkHj-lnkwQ/s1600-h/DSC_3870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096330113178099922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnNPIYbYNI/AAAAAAAAAK0/XLkHj-lnkwQ/s320/DSC_3870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I would stalk her for the whole day, but I only got to see her in the morning&lt;br /&gt;I♥ ILI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnNPoYbYOI/AAAAAAAAAK8/0zLSb9QK58g/s1600-h/DSC_3877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096330121768034530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnNPoYbYOI/AAAAAAAAAK8/0zLSb9QK58g/s320/DSC_3877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promoters :D&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl, Tanya, Pam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnNQIYbYPI/AAAAAAAAALE/hMvOlz1PLOQ/s1600-h/DSC_3876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096330130357969138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnNQIYbYPI/AAAAAAAAALE/hMvOlz1PLOQ/s320/DSC_3876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annabelle with our Poster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnNQoYbYQI/AAAAAAAAALM/qkN1Q2MlUaM/s1600-h/DSC_3875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096330138947903746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnNQoYbYQI/AAAAAAAAALM/qkN1Q2MlUaM/s320/DSC_3875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jac&amp;Belle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnNRIYbYRI/AAAAAAAAALU/cL3JW3hatjE/s1600-h/DSC_3878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096330147537838354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnNRIYbYRI/AAAAAAAAALU/cL3JW3hatjE/s320/DSC_3878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting, just waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnLEoYbYII/AAAAAAAAAKM/xvnTs2oZETI/s1600-h/DSC_3861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096327733766217858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnLEoYbYII/AAAAAAAAAKM/xvnTs2oZETI/s320/DSC_3861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruby&amp;amp;amp;Oli ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnLFIYbYJI/AAAAAAAAAKU/TBvohbczlvo/s1600-h/DSC_3866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096327742356152466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnLFIYbYJI/AAAAAAAAAKU/TBvohbczlvo/s320/DSC_3866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurul&amp;Syaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnLFoYbYKI/AAAAAAAAAKc/xbSFQOCcTEg/s1600-h/DSC_3868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096327750946087074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnLFoYbYKI/AAAAAAAAAKc/xbSFQOCcTEg/s320/DSC_3868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before it all happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnLGYYbYLI/AAAAAAAAAKk/SA1hpbOrHWo/s1600-h/DSC_3869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096327763830988978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnLGYYbYLI/AAAAAAAAAKk/SA1hpbOrHWo/s320/DSC_3869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fai,Syaf&amp;amp;Shah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnLGoYbYMI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Px7ZMfMOn5s/s1600-h/DSC_3873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096327768125956290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RrnLGoYbYMI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Px7ZMfMOn5s/s320/DSC_3873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 fools :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-2489162003919213204?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/2489162003919213204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=2489162003919213204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/2489162003919213204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/2489162003919213204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/08/carnival-day-was-awesome-i-shall-just.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/Rrnhy4YbY6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/lEdLKTMkiPo/s72-c/DSC_3982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-1685831986759709792</id><published>2007-08-07T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T21:42:56.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got a haircut today. It is at least better than what it would normally turn out to be. Rwr. Everything's not going right. But I'm positive it would be soon. It'd better be cos I don't think I can take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Went to get the HOT PINK today. The one Nurul dared me to get (: Saw Mag on the way backk to school. Cabbed to Joo Chiat 'cos I didn't want to walk. Bused back. I swear that the class had better appreciate what I've done 'cos I spent like soo much just on Carnival Dayy. Rwr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get down to publicizing the stall. Posters and all :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-1685831986759709792?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/1685831986759709792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=1685831986759709792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/1685831986759709792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/1685831986759709792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/08/ive-got-haircut-today.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-7588161783780197183</id><published>2007-08-04T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T14:47:15.162+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life&apos;s on a replay'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't wait for all this to be over. Soon. But considering the rate it is going at, I'll still have many things to do when it really IS OVER. Shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you fall everyone stands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another day and you've had your fill of sinking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With the life held in your&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hands are shaking cold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These hands are meant to hold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Move Along : the All American Rejects&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday was undescrible. I had fun with Tasneem and Parveena after school.&lt;em&gt; "Cos we're &lt;strong&gt;special&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;  Hahah. Talking about the past, and how both of our classes used to fight. Though I don't quite remember that. It's a funny thing aye? Then we talked about the teachers. It was sure hell lot of a fun.&lt;br /&gt;Dentist was of a one kind of experience. I almost missed my stop. And hell, I got injected 6 times. 3 times on the upper and the other 3 on the lower. It was really numbing 'cos I couldn't feel my right side at all. But during extraction, I could feel pain. I just didn't want to be injected any more so I just kept mum. Cabbed home. Bloody trip cost $15++. But oh well. I was from the city anyhow. And next Monday, there's another appointment, so I get to leave school early. I just haven't told anyone. Shucks. Anyway, I ate the painkillers that they gave 'cos I didn't want to feel the pain once the numbing came off, but guess what? I didn't even know I was ALLERGIC to the painkillers. Killer joyy. My eyes were swollen. Like seriously swollen. Had to rush to the doctor. Falalalalalala. Gave me some medicine. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, I'm stuck at home 'cos of my eyes. Was going to watch the Simpsons today&amp;amp; study more, but I can't. And I can't freaking study at home. Rwr. I'd better get off now if I want to like achieve something today. Korean show tonightt. That will cheer me uppp :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ps. I can't wait for Hairspray. Another dumb show for me to laugh at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You wrote a line in reference to each line of my letter"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-7588161783780197183?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/7588161783780197183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=7588161783780197183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/7588161783780197183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/7588161783780197183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-cant-wait-for-all-this-to-be-over.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-8264134588906217534</id><published>2007-08-01T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T20:26:34.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So life hasn't been going well for me.. But who cares? No one actually, so it doesn't make any difference&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(except for the minority.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; My mind has been in the study mode for quite a while, but it doesn't matter does it? I mean, I work hard for something however, there are NO results. Frustrating much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick, sick, sick. That's what I am, and what I feel like right now. It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I bloody hell think I screwed AMaths, but blahhh.&lt;br /&gt;I shall just stone right now, 'cos that's what I really need. I want cookies!&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry is falalalalaaaaaa. I'm going to screw it bad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-8264134588906217534?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/8264134588906217534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=8264134588906217534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/8264134588906217534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/8264134588906217534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-life-hasnt-been-going-well-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-7199797774325192173</id><published>2007-07-28T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T21:59:36.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Hey, girl, you know you drive me crazy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;one look puts the rhythm in my hand. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still I'll never understand why you hang around &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see what's going down. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cover up with makeup in the mirror &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tell yourself, it's never gonna happen again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you cry alone and then he swears he loves you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you feel like a man when you push her around? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as your lies crumble down, a new life she has found. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A pebble in the water makes a ripple effect &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;every action in this world will bear a consequence &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you wade around forever, you will surely drown &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see what's going down. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see the way you go and say you're right again, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;say you're right again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;heed my lecture &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you feel like a man when you push her around? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as your lies crumble down, a new life she has found. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Face down in the dirt, she said, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This doesn't hurt", she said,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I finally had enough."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[x2]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One day she will tell you that she has had enough &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's coming round again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you feel like a man when you push her around? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as your lies crumble down, a new life she has found.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[x2]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Face down in the dirt, she said, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This doesn't hurt", she said,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I finally had enough."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FACE DOWN- the Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-7199797774325192173?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/7199797774325192173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today rockeddd baddd!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, my day just get from good to bad to worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love love love youuuu friendd :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-1233902447004723229?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/1233902447004723229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=1233902447004723229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/1233902447004723229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/1233902447004723229'/><link rel='alternate' 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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-11957166.post-4324850128509639921</id><published>2007-07-14T21:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T21:09:32.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm considering many thoughts right now. &lt;em&gt;Do you know what it feels like?&lt;/em&gt; This week was really terrible. &lt;em&gt;Cause everything's falling apart. &lt;/em&gt;When everything's just started to feel right and calm, it breaks into little pieces again.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether to carry on, or just leave it and run away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-4324850128509639921?l=dignifiedpeach.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-11957166.post-1352023701756516535</id><published>2007-07-12T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T21:32:47.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss you so much.&lt;br /&gt;Your presence just mean so much more to me.&lt;br /&gt;Your words make me feel that life has so much more to offer.&lt;br /&gt;Can you just come back, and never leave?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-1352023701756516535?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/1352023701756516535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I can't feel my left ankle. Or rather, I can't put pressure on it right now.&lt;br /&gt;I heard a *crack* while I ran the first time for shuttle run practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It seriously went crack, I went like "Oh shit!" in my mind. The pain lasted for a moment, then it came back on the way back up to class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Then the worst happened! I realise I didn't stretch before running, and and my muscles were SOREEEEEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Damn! I hate the freaking dentist! Poke here, poke there. After poking, still not satisfied. Poke so more! After the whole poking thing, my gum started bleeding! Freakk! And I forgot the name of the place I went for bracess! Hahah. I stone for 2 minutes before getting the name right :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lessons were rather ok today, except for the fact that I got bored in Maths, and we had an English compo which was so totally uncalled for. But I wrote like a seriously long but stupid one.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot the freaking meaning for Solitude! Rwr! I could have done that question, like seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&amp;then came Social Studies. I think she was pissed with us. I could tell from the silence!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Chemistry remedial after school! Whooo boy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Doughnuts before Chem :D Fantabulously heavenly! Haha, rushed up when we realise that we were LATE! But apparently, Ms Chan wasn't even there! Blahhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Chemistry was nerve wrecking! I hated it. But once you got the hang of question 1&amp;2, it was fine :D I was late for training 'cos I was too engrossed in doing Chemistry. Hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Coach was there already &amp;amp;the rest were running laps. Rwr! Changed as fast as I could, then head out. 20 rounds around half court. Not that bad. Did footwork, then,uhmm, passing, then the confusing supposedly triangle lay-up! HAHHA :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Matches were FUNNN :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Winners&amp;Losers! Purposely lost to Dhwani's team so as not to play against the senior. But we ended playing against them too. HHAHAH :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I found today's training absolutely funnn :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I went home early today. Felt really sick and sore after ball! Someone kept hitting my upper left arm. It's really sore now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Called my dad to ask whether he was able to fetch me, and all he said was "Why? You think I'm your driver?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thought of cabbing home, but instead I took the bus :D Halfway through the journey, my dad called to ask me where I was. I was already in Tampines at that time. That suckks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Walking home suckks bad 'cos my ankle started to hurt. I started to limp back&amp;looked like a fool! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I think green's like totally cool! I bought a packet of Strepsils just because it was GREEEN! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I&amp;hearts; GREEEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-594447669993575050?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/594447669993575050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=594447669993575050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/594447669993575050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/594447669993575050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-cant-feel-my-left-ankle.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-5420558111258437298</id><published>2007-07-07T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T22:17:25.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was niceee :D&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to Mel, Fai(apek!)&amp;Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;And not to forget the two fools who's always there. Krys&amp;amp; Sal :D&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. I've not felt this happy for such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformers in the morning. AWESOME SHOW! :D&lt;br /&gt;My day started off great because of that.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;then headed(or rather, RUSHED) to Marine Parade Community Centre to play ball (:&lt;br /&gt;We should make ball a Saturday thing :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl had to go off early, so we ended around 2.30++&lt;br /&gt;Went down to MPL to find Sal&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.(Thank you for everything yesterday. You helped me to keep my sanity, at least for that while)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;amp;then we headed to Parkway for lunch. They forced me to eat ok! KFC!&lt;br /&gt;I swear, chicken meat is a very complicated food! Don't ask why.&lt;br /&gt;OHH, HHAH! &lt;em&gt;The apek can't always find the light.&lt;/em&gt; HAHAH :D&lt;br /&gt;Fairuz and her super-uncle pants! HAHAH. She's hilarious laa I swear!&lt;br /&gt;Went back to MPL, and I think I stoned. For a few moments. Then Krys came :D&lt;br /&gt;HAHHA. Had to meet parents for dinner. The Sal left me&amp; went home.&lt;br /&gt;But ohwell, I had 'me' time. And most of the time, when I have 'me' time, I will just stone.&lt;br /&gt;BUT TODAY, I went to the library and read books (: I feel accomplished after such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;I'm finally able to concentrate well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-5420558111258437298?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/5420558111258437298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=5420558111258437298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/5420558111258437298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/5420558111258437298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-was-niceee-d-special-thanks-to.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-6574487347292547763</id><published>2007-07-06T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T20:28:57.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;Can't say why and won't say why either. I guess it's because it is a Friday!&lt;br /&gt;I hate lessons now. It gets worse actually.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;I actually paid attention during History Elect. It's quite a surprise 'cos Saffiah always bore me.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like screaming out loud 'cos maybe all my stress will go bye-bye!&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling rather restless lately. Could be due to the pressure I'm getting from my dad.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know whether I'll be in the mood to get out of the house tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-6574487347292547763?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/6574487347292547763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=6574487347292547763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/6574487347292547763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/6574487347292547763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/07/todays-bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-7563188905392622183</id><published>2007-07-04T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T21:57:49.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, blogger suckss bad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-7563188905392622183?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/7563188905392622183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=7563188905392622183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/7563188905392622183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/7563188905392622183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/07/ok-blogger-suckss-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-157041194781046852</id><published>2007-07-04T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T21:51:13.409+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='air kisses = bus rides home :D'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nurul's my ecstacy for gayness :D&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH! I got super duper high on 18! :D&lt;br /&gt;Air kisses inches away from your cheeks &lt;3 HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;I ♥ my superduper GAY PARTNER :D&lt;br /&gt;No more monkey business for now :D:D:D Only "career" comes first!&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHAH :D&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU NURUL FOR MAKING MY DAY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current earworm; She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why, but heck :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not always rainbows and butterflies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's compromise that moves us along, yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart is full and my door's always open&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can come anytime you want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-157041194781046852?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/157041194781046852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=157041194781046852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/157041194781046852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/157041194781046852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/07/nuruls-my-ecstacy-for-gayness-d-hahah-i.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-7531126175487586997</id><published>2007-07-03T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T21:35:00.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love you :D'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 days and a few hours left to go :D I can't wait actually!&lt;br /&gt;Nurul's the only one who made me like really really high today :D&lt;br /&gt;My gay partner &lt;3 She THINKS her air kisses turns me on, but sad to say, IT DOESN'T!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH! I want to skip recess tomorrow&amp;just rot away in class, doing stuff I'm not suppose to be doing, like STUDYING! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm closing myself up again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nuzul thinks that the problem with my heart is only heart burns. I think it's more than that! I feel like cutting my hair! It's really terribly hot!&amp; it's long too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've had enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of this parade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm thinking of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The words to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We open up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unfinished parts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Broken up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's so mellow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Closer : Travis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm getting bad at concentrating in class. I keep sleeping in AMaths&amp; Linear Law isn't exactly my favourite! This sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You're my best kept secret!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think I'm going crazy with all this newfound feelings&amp;amp;emotions! I need sugary sweets to keep me sane. I'm still trying to control it :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-7531126175487586997?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/7531126175487586997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=7531126175487586997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/7531126175487586997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/7531126175487586997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/07/3-days-and-few-hours-left-to-go-d-i.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-7307032319937432566</id><published>2007-07-01T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T23:44:48.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I used to think that when I'm watching ghost or horror movies, the ghost that was in the movie itself would come out and haunt! Ok! So that was my thinking when I was five! Now, I'm still freaked 'cos I would just start to imagine things all around me after I finish watching a horror movie. And it will just stick to my mind&amp; no matter how hard I try to think of happy thoughts, I still can't replace the scary images that keeps on playing over and over and over again in my mind. That is why, whenever I watch a ghost/horror movie, I would just cover my eyes when the ghost appears :D Right now, Emily Rose ain't that freaky but damn, it's gross! Poor girl. Sooo many illnesses! I think I have a wild imagination! The last time, I saw some&lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt; from the back of my eye! And that &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt; didn't even exist in my house! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope tomorrow brings a new start of a new week of a brand new happiness :D&lt;br /&gt;I've been in a pissy mood for quite a while&amp;amp;that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I need to study hard to prove to my parents that I'm able to do well in my exams!&lt;br /&gt;I want tuition no more! Or maybe I should just continue with it.&lt;br /&gt;I can't rely on myself to concentrate in class. I have the attention span of a frigging goldfish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-7307032319937432566?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/7307032319937432566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=7307032319937432566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/7307032319937432566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/7307032319937432566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-used-to-think-that-when-im-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-2836213436326292721</id><published>2007-07-01T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T23:08:05.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My immune system have finally collapsed! I'm sick again.&lt;br /&gt;Like how many days it has threatened to just collapse, it FINALLY did. And it's a lucky thing it happened today 'cos tomorrow's a holiday. Suckerr Youth Day holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Today sucked! I slept in till 10 plus. Frigging tired!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;Tuition sucked bad! I hate Linear Law! Dang tutor was pushing me to do it! I don't even get the frigging concept!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You say hello, inside I'm screaming I love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You say goodnight, in my mindI'm sleeping next to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You drive away from my car crash of a heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixtape-Butch Walker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exorcism of Emily Rose is on now. I think I shall go watch it and get nightmares later on :D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-2836213436326292721?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/2836213436326292721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=2836213436326292721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/2836213436326292721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/2836213436326292721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-immune-system-have-finally-collapsed.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-6384029094560439683</id><published>2007-06-30T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T23:55:33.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today didn't feel like any ordinary Saturday :D I like today. But not the best.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel like waking up this morning. I only woke up 'cos my mum was cooking in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;I ended up snoozing my alarm for more than 5 times! In the end, I woke up at 8, instead of 7!&lt;br /&gt;Met Fairuz at 8.50 at Tampines Interchange. Get this! We're suppose to meet the rest at 9, and it took more than 10 mins to wait for a bus, get on it&amp;reach there on time. Hahah! But when we reached there, I think only Elaina&amp;amp;Cheryl were there. Then we waited&amp;waited before finally going to the pharmacy where we're suppose to meet up. We couldn't find it at first&amp;amp;ended up walking all around the Wards building. Then Fairuz said that we'd better check the A&amp;E building! And whaddya know! It was there! Hahah. Reported&amp;amp;checked in. I seriously hate peeling off price tags! Stupid increase in GST. Packing medicines was much more fun! Then we left at 12.30 to get lunch at LJS@East Point. It seriously sucks 'cos it still hurts when I chew!&amp;Elaina stoned! HAHA! She said she was thinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Beautiful Liar'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; HAHHA!&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went up to the bus stop to head towards Elaina's house! Hahah! Her house is damn crowded with stuff. We slacked around in her room 'cos we said we were sleepy&amp;amp;that we wanted to sleep. But we ended up playing cards :D:D Hah! We left around 3.30 'cos Elaina had to get tickets to the soccer match tonight from her coach. Ruby followed, then me,Mel,Fai&amp;Cheryl went to play ball! AHHHHH! I lost all my mojo(that's what Mel calls it!). I suck at bball now! I can't aim properly, I can't shoot a frigging three-pointer already, and worst still, my ball keeps rolling off the net! Dang! The &lt;strong&gt;short people&lt;/strong&gt; (namely Fai&amp;amp;Cheryl) played against us(Me&amp;Mel:D). Hahah! Cheryl was damn good! Hahah, and Fairus, damn HILARIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;But all of the fun&amp;amp;excitement was cute short 'cos they had to go to the stadium. I was thinking of getting Gelato! But heck, I think it will just numb my braces. Hahah. Headed towards Tampines 'cos I was meeting my mum for dinner. I had to wait for like more than an hour. Had dinner at Century. It wasn't that nice. I couldn't eat much. Then we walked around 'cos my mum wanted to make something&amp; damn was that place packed! Stupid sales!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;My mum finally decided to get me contact lenses :D And so I shall conclude this, I had much much much fun today!&lt;br /&gt;ps. It's the FIRST friggin time I went out with my mum ALONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I♥ ELAINA, RUBY, MELISSA, CHERYL&amp;amp;FAIRUZ for making my day soooooo GOOD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-6384029094560439683?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/6384029094560439683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=6384029094560439683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/6384029094560439683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/6384029094560439683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/06/today-didnt-feel-like-any-ordinary.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-1419306364503630287</id><published>2007-06-29T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T23:41:29.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;Krys sang to us a superduper HILARIOUS song!&lt;br /&gt;Here's how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a crazy moose! (echo) x2&lt;br /&gt;and he drank a lot of juice (echo) x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing weio weio (echo)&lt;br /&gt;weio weio weio weio (echo)&lt;br /&gt;weeiioo weeiioo (echo)&lt;br /&gt;weio weio weio weio (echo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moose's name was fred (echo)&lt;br /&gt;and he drank his juice to bed (echo)&lt;br /&gt;the moose's name was fred (echo)&lt;br /&gt;and he drank his juice to bed (echo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing weio weio (echo)&lt;br /&gt;weio weio weio weio (echo)&lt;br /&gt;weeiioo weeiioo (echo)&lt;br /&gt;weio weio weio weio (echo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the juice went down (echo)&lt;br /&gt;and fred began to drown (echo)&lt;br /&gt;oh the juice went down (echo)&lt;br /&gt;and fred began to drown (echo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing weio weio (echo)&lt;br /&gt;weio weio weio weio (echo)&lt;br /&gt;weeiioo weeiioo (echo)&lt;br /&gt;weio weio weio weio (echo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the clock struck ten (echo)&lt;br /&gt;and fred the moose was dead (echo)oh the clock struck ten (echo)&lt;br /&gt;and fred the moose was dead (echo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sing weio weio (echo)&lt;br /&gt;weio weio weio weio (echo)&lt;br /&gt;weeiioo weeiioo (echo)&lt;br /&gt;weio weio weio weio (echo)*(sung slowly!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when you count to 5 (echo)&lt;br /&gt;fred would come alive (echo)&lt;br /&gt;oh when you count to 5 (echo)&lt;br /&gt;fred would come alive (echo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3, 4, 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**sing weio weio (echo)&lt;br /&gt;weio weio weio weio (echo)&lt;br /&gt;weeiioo weeiioo (echo)&lt;br /&gt;weio weio weio weio (echo)**(fast speed!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the END! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-1419306364503630287?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/1419306364503630287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=1419306364503630287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/1419306364503630287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/1419306364503630287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/06/sang-to-us-superduper-hilarious-song.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-5501548156550226490</id><published>2007-06-29T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T21:49:51.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Scratchy throat. It's been threatening me since Tuesday! I'm freak sick today. My headache was getting terrible, and my head was pounding throughout lessons. It's annoying. I wish to cut my hair. I need to cut my hair. It's long already.&lt;br /&gt;CIP then Basketball with Mel tomorrow :D It's been TWO WEEKS since I last touched a basketball. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;I miss swimming! Swimming bleaches my hair. Haha, that's why my hair is of a brownish-black colour. I'm frigging pissed! I feel like crying, but I know it's of no use! So I'm indulging in music right now. Hopefully, by the end of tonight, I'll be more or less cheery :D&lt;br /&gt;Slacked around in school today with Shahirah. Was supposed to do Physics, but we ended up playing cards!&amp;We only took about 10 mins to discuss Physics. HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;We ♥ PHYSICS!&lt;br /&gt;YAY! &amp;amp;then we slacked some more in VideoWorld. It's a Friday&amp;it's a FREE WORLD! Hahah. Reached home at 8.30pm. &amp;amp;amp;Right now, I really am very tired&amp;sleepy. I got really high in bus 18 with Nurul :D Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I shall hereby conclude from today onwards Nurul is my &lt;i&gt;gay&lt;/i&gt; partner!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha :D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;I shall have a bath now, though it's really late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You damn know that you shouldn't take advantage of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm tired of you being like that all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I use to believe you could change someone 'cos YOU changed me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But now, I'm a non-believer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-5501548156550226490?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/5501548156550226490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=5501548156550226490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/5501548156550226490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/5501548156550226490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/06/scratchy-throat.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-3550805423456179888</id><published>2007-06-28T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T20:17:13.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE LESSONS, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;though I tend to fall asleep during boring lessons&lt;/span&gt;! Dad went off to Indonesia this morning/afternoon. Tsk! He always leave on a Thursday. So, this frigging means that I have to go by myself tomorrow. Bugger!&lt;br /&gt;Shopping is killer when you're not stressed! You actually get more stressed 'cos you have to worry about the cost&amp;such! I didn't have lunch, yet I had chocolates :D&lt;br /&gt;Snip,snap! And hair is gone:D No, I DIDN'T cut my hair! Though I really want to cut my hair!&lt;br /&gt;But first, I want to straighten it before cutting! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ILOVE THE FEELING OF HAVING BRACES IN MY MOUTH &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;It feels nice, don't ask why though. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now I shall do Physics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-3550805423456179888?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/3550805423456179888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=3550805423456179888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/3550805423456179888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/3550805423456179888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-love-lessons-though-i-tend-to-fall.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-5108793820331992018</id><published>2007-06-27T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T21:11:03.967+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sometimes things are meant to change'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am in a &lt;strong&gt;PISSY&lt;/strong&gt; mood! Don't ask me why. Maybe it's because I'm not getting enough sleep. Fell asleep during AMaths just now. The people at the back all had their head 'attached' to their tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A pebble in the water makes a ripple effect&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;every action in this world will bear a consequence &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you wade around forever, you will surely drown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see what's going down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;Face Down(the Red Jumpsuit Apparatus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was plain boring. First period was boring too. EMaths. I almost fall asleep. Then English. &lt;strong&gt;Damn funny&lt;/strong&gt;! Being a stupid oral examiner&amp;grading the candidates. The last candidate was the &lt;strong&gt;WORST&lt;/strong&gt;! He had the singlish slang in his voice&amp;amp; he just sucks bad! Mother Tongue was stupid too. For once, I hated it! And I kept on yawning&amp;yawning till my jaws hurt. Recess was just another joke of the day :D I came up with this so-called theory&amp;amp;Shahirah helped too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's an act&amp;God's the director.&lt;br /&gt;The angels are the camera men&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;We, the mortals are the actors.&lt;br /&gt;Always abiding by the rules, and following instructions.&lt;br /&gt;But at times, we get to change the act a little&amp; THAT is what I call &lt;strong&gt;CHANGING YOUR FATE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature was nothing. On the way to Lit class, Shahirah made this funny noise&amp;amp;I kept on saying,"Damn hot sia!" We carried on till the end of the linkway to the circular block.&amp;Claire was like, "Ok! I get it already!" HAHAH! We were just pissing people off. Physics was after AMaths&amp;amp;it wasn't really interesting. At least I didn't feel like sleeping :D After class, Ms Tee told me that my whole row had to move away from the wall from tomorrow onwards. &amp;I asked why&amp;amp; She just said, "Why, you got back problem is it?" and I said "Yes!" And she said, "Aww you poor thing. Tomorrow, I bring for you broom ok?" HAHAH! I swear Ms Tee is &lt;strong&gt;THE BEST Science teacher&lt;/strong&gt; I've ever had! After school, lazed around first before heading off for dental! Hah! And I was 30 minutes late please! &amp;then I went to Raffles City to get doughnut, but guess what! The line for the bloody doughnuts was damn long!&amp;amp;I had to go all the way to VivoCity. I cabbed back to school 'cos I didn't want to take the train. It was cheaper than taking from my house! WOW!&lt;br /&gt;I've got a serious case of cracked lips. It's so dry that I'm getting ulcers all over! Boo!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's another day of boredomness. First 3 periods are all the Sciences. Damn suay can!&lt;br /&gt;Rwr! Then Lit followed by AMaths, then finally English! I hate Semester 2's timetable! &lt;strong&gt;RWR&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-5108793820331992018?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/5108793820331992018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=5108793820331992018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/5108793820331992018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/5108793820331992018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-in-pissy-mood-dont-ask-me-why.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-4107580632966444848</id><published>2007-06-25T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T21:45:28.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, the past few days has been a total flop 'cos I hated it soo much.&lt;br /&gt;But THANK YOU DADDY for getting me the crumpler I wanted :D&lt;br /&gt;I've been drained of my energy. Like really really drained!&lt;br /&gt;First day of school was *blahhhhhhh!* I dozed off in Social Studies after I couldn't take it anymore. After school was freaky, yet fun 'cos of Ruby, Belle&amp;Steph (: I felt oh-so-sleepy after 7! The drowsiness of my headache has kicked in by then.&lt;br /&gt;My throat has been itching for the past few days.&amp;amp;I think there's something seriously wrong with my heart&amp;I'm afraid to find out what. I almost collapsed during P.E when the contraction became too tight!&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for next year (: No idea why, but it's just this feeling in me. I need to let off steam. My body is too tensed up&amp;amp;I'm starting to feel the after-feeling. Rwr!&lt;br /&gt;I need to finish up physics by tomorrow morning. Dang!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-4107580632966444848?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/4107580632966444848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=4107580632966444848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/4107580632966444848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/4107580632966444848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/06/well-past-few-days-has-been-total-flop.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-5192124843866721470</id><published>2007-06-22T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T16:54:10.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clearly it was a mistake.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"FINE!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A word so easily said, but yet, it's able to cause anger.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The meaning seems pleasing to the ears, but when used, a whole situation could change.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmhmm, got to the dentist this morning again. To replace one of the brackets. Dentist asked whether I was ok&amp;all I could say was"I'm tired". Taking the thing off was painful! I didn't realise that the teeth had moved much but yeah, it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Went for retail theraphy after that. Actually, I was planning on getting my dad a gift, but seriously, I had no idea on what to get him. So I went to get my stuff :D HMV is loveee :D I think I spent an hour in there trying to decide on what to get&amp;amp;I ended up spending more than I'm supposed to. Rwr! Shockerr.&lt;br /&gt;Tampines Mall sucks, big time. Crowded&amp;all. I got a whole lot of notebooks&amp;amp;foolscap from Popular :D Heavy&amp;amp;thick! Ended up cabbing home 'cos I was out of energy due to the act that I didn't have breakfast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-5192124843866721470?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/5192124843866721470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=5192124843866721470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/5192124843866721470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/5192124843866721470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/06/fine-word-so-easily-said-but-yet-its.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-6837648672213143771</id><published>2007-06-20T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T20:20:49.853+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playing on the lines of love :D:D:D:D:D'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eating porridge sucks! &amp;the wire is tearing my skin! RWR! It hurts );&lt;br /&gt;Soo many restrictions! You can't eat this, eat that, drink this, drink that. Suckerrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porridge war as plan isn't working! Tsk! I need a new strategy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 more days till torture begins&lt;/strong&gt;. Like I said before. I think going to school's weird.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask why though. I miss Denise&amp;I want her back in TK!(Denise, if you're reading this, you'd better feel guilty for leaving me behind!)&lt;br /&gt;Toot, dad's birthday is in 2 more days&amp;amp;I still have not figure out what to get him!&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall include a list of to-do's here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Finish all incomplete assignments&lt;br /&gt;-Get a new school bag!(i hate this!)&lt;br /&gt;-Get new pair of school shoes!(&amp;this too)&lt;br /&gt;-Get my brain back in tip-top order!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think that's all for right now.Better get cracking on it now! RWR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-6837648672213143771?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/6837648672213143771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=6837648672213143771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/6837648672213143771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/6837648672213143771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/06/eating-porridge-sucks-wire-is-tearing.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-7095191141869353539</id><published>2007-06-19T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T20:09:57.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bugger. Something's bugging the internet connection&amp; causing it to be superrr lag! It took 5 bloody minutes to get here&amp;amp;load this bloody page. Annoying brother&amp;amp;parents finally came back yesterday. Hahah. Being at the airport was KILLER! But it was better than the time we sent them off.&lt;br /&gt;HOHO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-7095191141869353539?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/7095191141869353539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=7095191141869353539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/7095191141869353539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/7095191141869353539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/06/bugger.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-4159359076883000461</id><published>2007-06-17T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T01:54:27.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know why? But I had this sudden urge to just look at cars!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe it's because of my dad that I've a liking towards cars. I mean, hello?&lt;br /&gt;I think I can barely count how many times he has changed his car! &amp;I think he's going to change it again! All thanks to that lil brother of mine! He and his mouth! I loved the Lexus the most!&lt;br /&gt;Damn! Mercedes Benz just have the nicest range of cars to offer! I wish I could get a car now, 'cos then I would get the &lt;em&gt;effing cool&lt;/em&gt; Mercedes Benz SLR McLaren!&lt;br /&gt;But, but I know it would cost like a bomb! Like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Ok! I seriously can't believe myself! I'm actually staying up this late just to look&amp;amp;research on cars?! What crap is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, since it's ALREADY sunday, might I just add this before I post this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY FATHERS' DAY TO ALL,&amp; to my dearest dad, who will be back tomorrow:), Happy Father's Day and thanks for being sucha great dad, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(although you get on my nerves at times:D)&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; for doting on me so so so much&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(although I know you love that lil twit more!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-4159359076883000461?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/4159359076883000461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=4159359076883000461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/4159359076883000461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/4159359076883000461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-dont-know-why-but-i-had-this-sudden.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-1242266203121791048</id><published>2007-06-16T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T21:52:34.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sleepy! I feel unproductive today, just lazing around. I need to get my ass off this chair&amp;amp;start work.&lt;br /&gt;Yawn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-1242266203121791048?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/1242266203121791048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=1242266203121791048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/1242266203121791048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/1242266203121791048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-sleepy-i-feel-unproductive-today.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-1567923447049202219</id><published>2007-06-16T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T21:42:37.432+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rockerrrrrrrrrr ilu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She's so big hearted&lt;br /&gt;But not so remarkable&lt;br /&gt;Just an ordinary humble girl&lt;br /&gt;Expecting nothing as we're made to think&lt;br /&gt;It's a pretty person's world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you are beautiful&lt;br /&gt;And you better go show it&lt;br /&gt;So go look again&lt;br /&gt;You gotta be true to your own&lt;br /&gt;If you really wanna go to the top&lt;br /&gt;Do you really wanna win&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe in leaving normal&lt;br /&gt;Just to satisfy demand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you wanna get free&lt;br /&gt;And if you wanna do the passionate thing&lt;br /&gt;And if you wanna get smart&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of your heart and all&lt;br /&gt;You should own your name&lt;br /&gt;And stand up tall and get real&lt;br /&gt;And see the beauty in ugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you are fresh&lt;br /&gt;Your face is fabulous&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget you’re one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;When nobody’s checking the deeds you've done&lt;br /&gt;And nobody's hearing your cries&lt;br /&gt;You make all the fashion statements&lt;br /&gt;Just by dressing up your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you wanna get free&lt;br /&gt;And if you wanna do the passionate thing&lt;br /&gt;And if you wanna get smart&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of your heart and all&lt;br /&gt;You should own your name&lt;br /&gt;And stand up tall and get real&lt;br /&gt;And see the beauty in ugly&lt;br /&gt;See the beauty in ugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you wanna get free&lt;br /&gt;And if you wanna do the passionate thing&lt;br /&gt;And if you wanna get smart&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of your heart and all&lt;br /&gt;You should own your name&lt;br /&gt;And stand up tall and get real&lt;br /&gt;And see the beauty in ugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Beauty in Ugly (Jason Mraz)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-1567923447049202219?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/1567923447049202219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=1567923447049202219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/1567923447049202219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/1567923447049202219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/06/shes-so-big-hearted-but-not-so.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-505561502180768136</id><published>2007-06-16T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T01:30:05.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gastrics@ 1.30 in the morning. Can it get any worse?&lt;br /&gt;Actually it just did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-505561502180768136?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/505561502180768136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=505561502180768136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/505561502180768136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/505561502180768136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/06/gastrics-1.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-1471590840670655694</id><published>2007-06-15T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T23:13:10.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like today. I smiled ALOT! Thanks to Sal, duh! Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;She's yet to post up that dumb dumb conversation I had with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever, Anything!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suck-iest drinks I've ever tasted!&lt;br /&gt;I want to move to a new location!&amp; I agree with Aisyah!&lt;br /&gt;Tampines doesn't really rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic Four was bloody COOL!&lt;br /&gt;Effects&amp;all! Whee~&lt;br /&gt;I stoned&amp;amp;studied at MPL for a moment. I couldn't take it&amp;I went home.&lt;br /&gt;My lil brother was bugging me with lots of questions using my mum's phone!&lt;br /&gt;Dumbdumb! I told him to stop&amp;amp;he replied "Na!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried eating Macs for lunch, or whatever was left of lunch laa!&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Took about an hour to finish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-1471590840670655694?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/1471590840670655694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=1471590840670655694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/1471590840670655694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/1471590840670655694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-like-today.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-941244239546084525</id><published>2007-06-15T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T22:36:11.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NANI! made me do this. (HAH! NANI! I MANAGED TO COPY&amp;PASTE THIS FROM YOUR BLOG!w/o re-typing!I'mSMART!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'task' given: write 7 stuff about myself which I consider to be weird&lt;br /&gt;"According to the rules of the meme: People who are tagged should write a blog post of 7 weird things about them as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 7 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says 'you are tagged' in their comments and tell them to read your blog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01// I use to think that the bugs advertisement would SERIOUSLY ATTRACT the bugs itself.&lt;br /&gt;         So whenever it's on, I will switch to another channel! :D&lt;br /&gt;02// I think SEVEN is too much for me!&lt;br /&gt;03// I think thinking about weird stuff about me is weird!&lt;br /&gt;04// I think Nani ROCKS SO MUCH 'cos she made me do this test!&lt;br /&gt;05// I think this test is WEIRD!&lt;br /&gt;06// I find people who do random stuff really weird!(that means I'm one of them! :D)&lt;br /&gt;07// I find going to school weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE OTHER SEVEN PEOPLE: &lt;em&gt;whoever&lt;/em&gt; please&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-941244239546084525?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/941244239546084525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=941244239546084525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/941244239546084525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/941244239546084525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/06/nani-made-me-do-this.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-5854709032066618536</id><published>2007-06-14T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T23:37:56.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think you're unfair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was, I could say, an awesome day! 'Cos I've got a really good laugh after like how many gazillions months!&amp;I swear Aisyah's like totally hilarious!&amp;amp;I'm coming down with a slight flu. Thanks to all the sick people I've been hanging around!&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(¬ to mention, all those idiotic smokers who just smokes right in front of your face!)&lt;s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ASSHOLES&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK! I've been cursing alot for the past two days! Gotta stop before it becomes a habit 'cos I took a long time to make it stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm coming!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah! They(Mel&amp;CaiMiao) got Aisyah to say that phrase using different emotions! Hilarious shit i tell you! Aisyah's like real slow in getting "sick" jokes! Hahah!&amp;amp;both of us made it home in time to catch the drama! Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"God wants us to watch the drama!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball turned out to be only for a short while. Not that long anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Vivo to get doughnut! Yay! Been quite a while since I had doughnuts! I think the last time was the week before school closes.&lt;br /&gt;I've got to start on the rest of the homework that I've not done!&amp;amp;not to forget tuition homework!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I love you too much!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cos my heart thumps with the rhythm of your name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;edit&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;edit&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a sudden craving for Swensons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/edit&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-5854709032066618536?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/5854709032066618536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=5854709032066618536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/5854709032066618536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/5854709032066618536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-think-youre-unfair-today-was-i-could.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-747021368039514793</id><published>2007-06-13T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T20:46:01.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;chances are given&amp;thrown, not taken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got rubber bands in my mouth(it's blue&amp;not green!&amp;amp;it's not really nice colour at first)!&amp;I like the feeling of biting it! But it hurts when I'm trying to chew my food.&amp;amp;it causes a slight discomfort! But I still love the feeling of biting it!&lt;br /&gt;Dentist cheated my feelings today&amp;wasted my time. Well, the nurse who called me last week to make the appointment said it will take at least 2 hours 'cos they wanted to fix in the brackets&amp;amp;everything. But,but today when I went down there, the dentist said it will only take a while 'cos all she needed to do was get the rubber in.&amp;it took less than 20 mins. 17  minutes to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;BULLSHIT&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i tell you!&lt;br /&gt;Ended up going up&amp;down trains, wasting time&amp;amp;going to the library to &lt;strong&gt;FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt; get books.&lt;br /&gt;Came back home, got a headache which is still there now&amp;it kinda developed into a fever again. Shucks! I'm falling ill 'cos I'm not getting enough nutritions.&lt;br /&gt;I've been so so so lethargic&amp;amp;I've no idea why. Weird much?&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall pop a Panadol now. It hurts soosoo much to just sit here&amp;amp;do nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-747021368039514793?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/747021368039514793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=747021368039514793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/747021368039514793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/747021368039514793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/06/chances-are-given-not-taken-ive-got.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-3766473516343296944</id><published>2007-06-12T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T21:54:36.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing, but &lt;em&gt;you are bound to do something else&lt;/em&gt;. Something hurts you, yet you know it shouldn't. You take certain things for granted, even when you know you should never take anything for granted.A &lt;strong&gt;tension of opposites&lt;/strong&gt;, like a pull on a rubber band. And &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;most of us live somewhere in the middle&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people walk around with a meaningless life. They seem half asleep, even when they are busy doing things they think are important. This is because &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they're chasing the wrong things&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-3766473516343296944?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/3766473516343296944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=3766473516343296944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/3766473516343296944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/3766473516343296944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/06/life-is-series-of-pulls-back-and-forth.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-4209028151481294200</id><published>2007-06-12T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T20:37:18.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have this sudden urge to just scream"Hello" into someone's ear! But there's no one around for me to do that, unless I get out of the house, go to somewhere, find people and just scream!&lt;br /&gt;My parents are coming home in less than a week, and I guess when they do, my mood swings will disappear. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't wait actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apparently realise that my parents send more messages to me rather than my brother! Annoying twit! About 18 hours more till dental. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm excited&lt;/span&gt; and I don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I'm really tired today 'cos I slept alot today. Yawn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ve given up on giving up slowly, I’m blending in so &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You won’t even know me apart from this whole world that shares my fate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This one last bullet you mention is my one last shot at redemption &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because I know to live you must give your life away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and I’ve been locked inside that house all the while You hold the key&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Relient K(Be My Escape)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-4209028151481294200?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/4209028151481294200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=4209028151481294200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/4209028151481294200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/4209028151481294200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-have-this-sudden-urge-to-just.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-6215931129569692922</id><published>2007-06-12T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T01:43:10.358+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missed moments'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I heard that evil comes disguised&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like a city of angels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm walking towards the light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The River : Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I miss most right now?&lt;br /&gt;I miss playing ball with Shaf, Chris, Irdayu, Rusy, Eugene, Brandon, JJ, Nelson, Rong Hui&amp; Sheila.&lt;br /&gt;I feel guilty every single time I couldn't come down to play.&lt;br /&gt;I miss them, somehow or someway.&lt;br /&gt;Getting up at 7 just to meet them@8, then playing till god knows when.&lt;br /&gt;Playing stupid games, having a stupid match(boys against girls).&lt;br /&gt;I miss Shaf's crap stuff. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Her calling me short, when obviously I'm getting taller than her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been months since I saw them, well except for Irdayu. &lt;em&gt;I miss you friend!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I don't feel like keeping this blog already. It feels dead.&lt;/s&gt; I hate the computer!&lt;br /&gt;Object of distraction. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't know the sight of food can make me sick these few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda miss my mum's cooking. I need retail theraphy. But hell, I don't feel like it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's 'cos I'm getting sick of shopping for unnecessary things. I should just go window shopping. It's better anyway. It &lt;strong&gt;FEELS&lt;/strong&gt; better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-6215931129569692922?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/6215931129569692922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=6215931129569692922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/6215931129569692922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/6215931129569692922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-heard-that-evil-comes-disguised-like.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-9148392463423012757</id><published>2007-06-10T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T19:42:30.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blood clots are disappearing, and bruises getting less painful.&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing. But sad to say, my wrists, they still hurt a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I think I'm dying soon. I've been having lots of problems with myself recently.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-9148392463423012757?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/9148392463423012757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=9148392463423012757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/9148392463423012757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/9148392463423012757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/06/blood-clots-are-disappearing-and.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-5808333506129525796</id><published>2007-06-10T18:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T18:49:52.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A tormented past&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leading to a destructive future&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-5808333506129525796?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/5808333506129525796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=5808333506129525796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/5808333506129525796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/5808333506129525796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/06/tormented-past-leading-to-destructive.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-3323231730945389951</id><published>2007-06-09T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T20:21:43.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just know that you're loved,&lt;br /&gt;In a way you will never imagine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-3323231730945389951?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/3323231730945389951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=3323231730945389951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/3323231730945389951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/3323231730945389951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-know-that-youre-loved-in-way-you.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-408860233970205134</id><published>2007-06-09T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T16:44:30.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I like it better when my comp was unavailable.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, all I can do is sit and stare at the computer even though there's nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the anxiety of waiting for something to actually POP up out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;Basketball this Thursday. Have to play no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;Tuition today was fruitless 'cos I couldn't pay attention no matter how hard I tried, I still felt like sleeping and I kept drifting off.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-408860233970205134?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/408860233970205134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=408860233970205134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/408860233970205134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/408860233970205134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-think-i-like-it-better-when-my-comp.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-785664968785266345</id><published>2007-06-08T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T21:42:27.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;FUCK!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-785664968785266345?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/785664968785266345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=785664968785266345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/785664968785266345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/785664968785266345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/06/fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-8590548754892861052</id><published>2007-06-08T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T20:45:02.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have this urge to just shut my computer and go stone in front of the television. But it's kinda sad to say that I've been stoning in front of the telly way too long. I think I'm just gonna shut the comp right after I'm done with this post&lt;br /&gt;Emotional mood swings again today ); Sad to say, I can't control it no matter how hard I try. And I finally got a hug today.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I needed a hug badly but I couldn't get any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; My bruises are getting much more painful. It hurts to put any pressure on it. And there are blood clots on both my knee and palm. Both wrists are kinda sprained. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm annoyed 'cos everything in the comp's GONE! All the pictures, music files and other important stuffs. RWR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm running a high temperature.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today - Shrek 3&lt;br /&gt;Not much of an interest to me, and it was the FIRST Shrek movie I've watched. So yeah. That goes to show how high my level of interest is. I've got to eat dinner, but I'm too tired to move and re-heat the food. And I don't really feel hungry. Ankles are sore. Muscles too. I need to see a doctor. Back to training!&lt;br /&gt;I need to fix the speakers. It's plugged in wrongly and it's ruining the whole sound system. RWR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't say I was never wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But some blame rests on you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Work and play they're never okay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To mix the way we do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Work &lt;em&gt;Jimmy Eat World&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-8590548754892861052?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/8590548754892861052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=8590548754892861052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/8590548754892861052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/8590548754892861052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-have-this-urge-to-just-shut-my.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-3062896514044424680</id><published>2007-06-08T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T00:58:27.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's meant to be freedom day. Well at least that was what I was expecting all along. But well, my emotions had to get the better of me. And I got really moody on my way home.&lt;br /&gt;And I finally got the feeling of really yearning for something.&lt;br /&gt;Well, today Annabelle said something that really got to me.&lt;br /&gt;"You spent $7 today just to torture yourself"&lt;br /&gt;And I gained leg muscles today 'cos I had to walk around Suntec and Marina Square to wait for Broc&amp;Belle to be done with the movie. Spiderman 3. Whoo~ are they behind time. Bowled after lunch@Macs. And I guess I suck really bad. But hey, I still can bowl :D &amp;amp;I suck bad, real bad at skating. Ask Broc or Belle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not been on the computer for more than a week I guess. Don't bother counting 'cos I've got more important stuff to think about. Holiday's been a bore. I'm guessing that I'll be brain dead by the end of this holiday. Been watching too much Spomgebob. Seee? This is what holidays do to me. And I actually stayed up till 3 last night to finish up my maths homework :D I couldn't frigging sleep and my mum actually woke me up at 7 this morning.&lt;br /&gt;PIRATES tomorrow. Hah. But I guess I'm gonna fall asleep 'cos I'm really really tired.&lt;br /&gt;Sucker. It's 12.30 now and I'm not asleep yet. I'm all sore and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why does my heart race every time I think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-3062896514044424680?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/3062896514044424680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=3062896514044424680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/3062896514044424680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/3062896514044424680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/06/todays-meant-to-be-freedom-day.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-8961759293121884877</id><published>2007-05-17T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:09:32.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello world. I'm back to blogging. And Mel said to include her in this post. Melissa shall be my inspiration for this post today :D Hahah. Yes. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Melissa Lee Suppiah&lt;/span&gt;(see! your whole name is in here!)&lt;br /&gt;This was an AWESOME week I shall say. Results were not very disappointing except for both Sciences and combined humanities, which I must say totally SUCKED! I've improved a whole lot especially my Chemistry :D But still, I had mood swings 'cos of someone whom we all hate. Haha. (Krys, if you're reading this, you should know who.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was a very good day. Spent the whole day out, came back and got a scolding. Whooo~boy. Watched 'Jangan Pandang Belakang' or as it is in English, Don't Look Back :D&lt;br /&gt;Freaky and scary. But manageable. Hahha. Swensons treat from Nani afterwards. THANK YOU DEAR. Then went to walk around Suntec, and actually went to the Fountain of Wealth. The dumbest thing ever! Blahh! Then I trained to Paya Lebar, and took a bus to ECP where I waited for 3 toots who took ever so long to actually get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RkxXXbVa2zI/AAAAAAAAAJc/acCSuYTbkf0/s1600-h/dontlookback001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065519740871170866" style="WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" height="153" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RkxXXbVa2zI/AAAAAAAAAJc/acCSuYTbkf0/s320/dontlookback001.jpg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, Amirah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RkxXp7Va22I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/A2bQOTfVawg/s1600-h/dontlookback009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065520058698750818" style="WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="166" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RkxXp7Va22I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/A2bQOTfVawg/s320/dontlookback009.jpg" width="235" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ILAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RkxXp7Va23I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/hyt_joh0138/s1600-h/dontlookback011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065520058698750834" style="WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" height="172" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RkxXp7Va23I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/hyt_joh0138/s320/dontlookback011.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I look like a retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RkxXqLVa24I/AAAAAAAAAKE/B_rMad4eQcM/s1600-h/dontlookback021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065520062993718146" style="WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" height="188" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RkxXqLVa24I/AAAAAAAAAKE/B_rMad4eQcM/s320/dontlookback021.jpg" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tourists?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RkxXW7Va2wI/AAAAAAAAAJE/3Tpn_mwEIko/s1600-h/14052007(008).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065519732281236226" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" height="182" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RkxXW7Va2wI/AAAAAAAAAJE/3Tpn_mwEIko/s320/14052007(008).jpg" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finalized earthquake :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RkxXXrVa20I/AAAAAAAAAJk/NVJZ6aAgS3Y/s1600-h/dontlookback003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065519745166138178" style="CURSOR: hand" height="202" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RkxXXrVa20I/AAAAAAAAAJk/NVJZ6aAgS3Y/s320/dontlookback003.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday girl&amp;ILAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RkxWyLVa2rI/AAAAAAAAAIc/T_oSpMbqhWg/s1600-h/14052007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065519100921043634" style="WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" height="186" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RkxWyLVa2rI/AAAAAAAAAIc/T_oSpMbqhWg/s320/14052007.jpg" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original earthquake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RkxWybVa2sI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ptSY7fy8jKw/s1600-h/14052007(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065519105216010946" style="WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" height="195" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RkxWybVa2sI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ptSY7fy8jKw/s320/14052007(001).jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amirah&amp;Tas&amp;amp;Andik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RkxWy7Va2tI/AAAAAAAAAIs/2h819t3gnlQ/s1600-h/14052007(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065519113805945554" style="WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" height="139" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RkxWy7Va2tI/AAAAAAAAAIs/2h819t3gnlQ/s320/14052007(004).jpg" width="181" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh! NANI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RkxWy7Va2uI/AAAAAAAAAI0/yzch-OGLaQQ/s1600-h/14052007(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065519113805945570" style="CURSOR: hand" height="154" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RkxWy7Va2uI/AAAAAAAAAI0/yzch-OGLaQQ/s320/14052007(005).jpg" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the whole restaurant to ourselves:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RkxWzbVa2vI/AAAAAAAAAI8/QgetWs4xzIs/s1600-h/14052007(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065519122395880178" style="WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" height="201" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RkxWzbVa2vI/AAAAAAAAAI8/QgetWs4xzIs/s320/14052007(007).jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dry ice bottle :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RkxXXbVa2yI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Wt_abyIog-M/s1600-h/14052007(012).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065519740871170850" style="CURSOR: hand" height="210" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RkxXXbVa2yI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Wt_abyIog-M/s320/14052007(012).jpg" width="235" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krys&amp;Sal&amp;amp;Nurul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was back-to-school day. Got our SS and Literature back. Boy, do I hate SS! So anyway, we got like free periods, and we played cards. CHEAT is the new love. I swear. Hahha. Wednesday was such a bore. Malay, A Maths and Chem. I'm pleased and satisfied with both Malay and Amaths. Hahha. But not Chem. I worked my butt off for Chem and all I got was a stinking C6! GRRRR! Played CHEAT again! During recess with Nuz, Shah, Belle and Mel :D&lt;br /&gt;Hhaha. Went home early. Surprisingly cos I felt real tired. And Mel, I'm NOT anorexic! Gosh! Got chased out of KFC cos they thought we were GAMBLING! Hello?!? Ever thought of this? My religion doesn't even allow us to gamble! But playing cheat with Fairuz, Shah and Mel is like really FUN! Cos Fairuz doesn't play well, and we can just laugh at her dumbness. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Today was totally BOO! Cos we got back Maths, Physics and Hist Elect. Gosh! I hate my Physics and Hist Elect results cos they suck bad! I improved a whole lot for Maths. An A2 baby! Hahha. I keep failing maths, and now I'm passing :D So anyway, after school, Literature screening was totally boring. 'The Joy Luck Club' Stupidest thing ever watched. And totally boring and not to mention slow. CHEAT again @VideoWorld after the screening. All the way till 6 plus. Tan&amp;Broc&amp;amp;Chanel&amp;Nuz came along, and Tan kept shouting "CHEAT!" Hahha. And now when I say "Hi Tan!", she will reply back the same thing. HHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SOO! TO CONCLUDE!&lt;br /&gt;CHEAT IS THE BESTEST DUMBEST GAME EVER INVENTED, AND I LOVE IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-8961759293121884877?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/8961759293121884877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=8961759293121884877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/8961759293121884877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/8961759293121884877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/05/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RkxXXbVa2zI/AAAAAAAAAJc/acCSuYTbkf0/s72-c/dontlookback001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-5860138977877136138</id><published>2007-05-11T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T00:07:01.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sicl. That's what I am right at this moment. Throat infection. Bad one. And the worst kind of block nose. Rwr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's rearrange&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish you were a stranger I could disengage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just say that we agree and then never change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soften a bit until we all just get along&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But that's disregard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Find another friend and you discard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As you lose the argument in a cable car&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hanging above as the canyon comes between&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Over My Head(Cable Car)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell. I guess I'm just fated to be sick. MYEs over, and now results are pouring in. Well, if they are good results, I wouldn't mind. But I fear that it will be bad.&lt;br /&gt;English results was expected &lt;em&gt;laa&lt;/em&gt;. I know that I will never get an A unless miracles really happen. Soo, I'm satisfied with my English result. Rwr.&lt;br /&gt;Parkway-ed after school. With the usual, except Krys had guides. Haha. Loyalty towards her CCA :D Had a nice one-to-one talk with Sal. It's a nice feeling to get things off your chest.&lt;br /&gt;I've been sneezing since I woke up. And that was 3 hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I thought it would be funny to leave you hanging in suspense&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons were mundane. Slept through Malay class. Stoned in Maths and Social Studies. I did loads of stoning today. I keep missing little details people are telling me. Like when Shahirah and Fairuz asked whether I wanted to go Parkway. I swear, I couldn't remember whether they actually asked or not. Or when Sal said something just like maybe 2 minutes ago, then she told me again, and I would just stare blankly at her.&lt;br /&gt;I swore, I thought I saw Mrs Chia on my way back home in the bus. Fact is, it was just some aunty looking almost like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We picked many litter because the litters were strewn everywhere, so we got elderlies and staffs to help. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spot the mistakes!&lt;/em&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying every passing second. This is getting on my nerves. Rwr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-5860138977877136138?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/5860138977877136138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=5860138977877136138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/5860138977877136138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/5860138977877136138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/05/sicl.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-6060394170185222717</id><published>2007-05-10T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:09:32.632+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drowning away your sins and misery'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:21;color:#000000;"   &gt;HAPPY 15 NANI DEAREST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you're FINALLY 15 and you're getting older. Hahha. But I still LOVE YOU nonetheless (:&lt;br /&gt;I hopeeeeee you LIKE the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PINKKKK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pencilbox. HAHAHHAHA :D I hope you had a LOVELY day cos it's your day. And that you liked the letter :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhaha. I realise I've been on the comp since Tuesday morning. Yes. Sooo...&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice day on Tuesday. With Mel&amp;Sal :D &amp;amp;Spiderman.&lt;br /&gt;And surprisingly, my mum didn't call me even once to ask me where I was. Soooo, it was NICEE :D Train-ed to Outram to wait for Mel. Then train-ed to Vivo. Sal has issues. Big ones :D&lt;br /&gt;HHAHAH. Movie didn't appeal to me much. Though there was a part that was really freakingly WEIRD. Hahah. My legs were jelly after the movie. Couldn't walk down the stairs without having my legs to actually shake much. SOOOO. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to Vivo during the hols. Hopefully. To get stuff 'cos it has all the shops I want to go under one FREAKING BIG ROOF! Hahummm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RkMdoc2uRII/AAAAAAAAAIM/45Y25Ha522I/s1600-h/mel%26candy+empire%26sal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062922986872259714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RkMdoc2uRII/AAAAAAAAAIM/45Y25Ha522I/s320/mel%26candy+empire%26sal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel&amp;CandyEmpire&amp;amp;Sal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was FREAKING BORING. Lessons resumed as per normal. Felt so bored and emotional 'cos of something I found out early in the morning. Dammit! And Nurul triggered it and made it worst during recess. Rwr! Nothing helped even after recess. But I felt really sleepy afterwards during Amaths. Whoooooo-boy. After school, I went to Parkway to get Nani's present and my jacket :D Hahah. Then bus-ed back to school, saw Krys going into Parkway.&lt;br /&gt;Came back, grabbed my bag, and went back to Parkway 'cos they wanted to eat at Banquet. Hanged around there, then bus-ed back to VideoWorld. Hahah. I felt like a loser, going back and fro again. Hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today. Was just plain boring and tiring. No need for explanations 'cos it's just making me fall asleep. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Even if you have raging battles going on inside of you, you still are able to make choices"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly makes the best (annoying, stupid, idiotic, gay-est) friend a girl can ever have. HHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;TORTOISE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RkMdos2uRJI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Ha11Fyfw0NU/s1600-h/04052007(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062922991167227026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RkMdos2uRJI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Ha11Fyfw0NU/s320/04052007(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green&amp;Orange&amp;amp;Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-6060394170185222717?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/6060394170185222717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=6060394170185222717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/6060394170185222717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/6060394170185222717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-15-nani-dearest-yes-youre-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RkMdoc2uRII/AAAAAAAAAIM/45Y25Ha522I/s72-c/mel%26candy+empire%26sal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-7819895525469455465</id><published>2007-05-08T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T11:50:38.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Light up, light up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As if you have a choice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if you cannot hear my voice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be right beside you dear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Run by Snow Patrol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a cold and really sore thighs. My knee caps are worn out. I have to go to the doctor soon. To get something for it.&lt;br /&gt;Out to town later, most probably(: But I'm flat broke. Grrr. Shall get money tmr :D Oh no! Shall get it tonight cos I will probably forget to get it in the morning. Hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a goodbye note in lipstick on your arm&lt;br /&gt;When you passed out&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't bring myself to call&lt;br /&gt;Except to call it quits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friends&lt;br /&gt;Ex-friends till the end&lt;br /&gt;Better off as lovers&lt;br /&gt;And not the other way around&lt;br /&gt;Racing through the city&lt;br /&gt;Windows down&lt;br /&gt;In the back of yellow checkered cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're wrong&lt;br /&gt;Are we all wrong&lt;br /&gt;You're wrong&lt;br /&gt;Are we all wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This city says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come hell or high water&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm feeling hot and wet&lt;br /&gt;I can't commit to a thing&lt;br /&gt;Be it heart or hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friends&lt;br /&gt;Ex-friends till the end&lt;br /&gt;Better off as lovers&lt;br /&gt;And not the other way around&lt;br /&gt;Racing through the city&lt;br /&gt;Windows down&lt;br /&gt;In the back of yellow checkered cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're wrong&lt;br /&gt;Are we all wrong&lt;br /&gt;You're wrong&lt;br /&gt;Are we all wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tombstones were waiting&lt;br /&gt;They were half-engraved&lt;br /&gt;They knew it was over&lt;br /&gt;Just didn't know the date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cast a spell over the west to make you think of me&lt;br /&gt;The same way I think of you&lt;br /&gt;This is a love song in my own way&lt;br /&gt;Happily ever after below the waist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friends&lt;br /&gt;Ex-friends till the end&lt;br /&gt;Better off as lovers&lt;br /&gt;Racing through the city&lt;br /&gt;Windows down&lt;br /&gt;In the back of yellow checkered cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're wrong&lt;br /&gt;Are we all wrong&lt;br /&gt;You're wrong&lt;br /&gt;Are we all wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friends (You're wrong)&lt;br /&gt;Ex-friends till the end&lt;br /&gt;Better off as lovers (You're wrong)&lt;br /&gt;And not the other way around&lt;br /&gt;Ex-friends till the end (You're wrong)&lt;br /&gt;Better off as lovers (You're wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bang the Doldrums FOB &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-7819895525469455465?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/7819895525469455465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=7819895525469455465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/7819895525469455465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/7819895525469455465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/05/light-up-light-up-as-if-you-have-choice.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-2664666415437350930</id><published>2007-05-07T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:09:36.651+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A WORLD WITHOUT STRANGERS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes! The long awaited day has come, and it will soon be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:24;color:#000000;"   &gt;&lt;u&gt;MYEs ARE OVER BAYBEHH!♥&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(though I constantly wish it wouldn't end)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today was an &lt;strong&gt;AWESOME&lt;/strong&gt; day. Absolutely awesome though tiring. Totally OFF THE HOOK :D&lt;br /&gt;I thank Sal, Krys, Sally and Nurul for making my day (:&lt;br /&gt;Well to sum it up, we had a really fun time, and we are really &lt;strong&gt;SORE&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Parkway-ed after school. Lunched at Swensons. Hahha :D Though I didn't feel like eating anything much. HOHOH! Oh yes. They had this 'family' thang going on. And I had to be the MAID! Of course, Sal was suppose to be the maid. But she wanted to be a dad, so I had to take over. I seriously wanted to be the grandmother(don't ask why!) And Krys, Nurul and Sally were siblings. Krys&amp;Nurul kept doing this 'AWESOME' handshake, and it's a really cute thing :D And I went MIA for a moment to get something (:&lt;br /&gt;We stayed there till 4 plus. I guess. That was like an hour already.&lt;br /&gt;Walked to ECP. Under the scorching, blazing sun. Whee~ Journey there was fantastically FUN!&lt;br /&gt;Sal keeps saying that she'll disown them(krys, nurul and sally) if they don't shut up! And she got her words mixed up later on. HAHHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;And so we walked on and on towards the shop. We kinda formed like this 'train' thing cos it all started when I started pulling Sal's bag, then she pulled Krys' and Nurul pulled mine, then Krys pulled Sally's. So it kinda turned out to be a 'V' shaped thing. HHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;And we finally reached the shop, and we got our stuff. Waiting for Krys and Sal to put on their skates is like waiting for rain in a drought. Hahah. They take that long to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;Then me&amp;amp;nurul&amp;sally went to cycle while sal&amp;amp;krys skate. (:&lt;br /&gt;Well, things happened while we were on our way. Fact is SAL FELL FLAT 6 TIMES! HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;IT'S HILARIOUS but it's not a really nice feeling considering the fact that I nearly put my life at risk the last time I bladed. Hahaha. So anyway, the feeling won't be felt unless you're really there with us :D It's GOOD! and HILARIOUS! and AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;Sally had to rush home 'cos of her dad but since we were having trouble walking, we asked them(nurul&amp;sally) to go first. WHEEEEEEEE~ My thighs and knees had gone soft, and I couldn't feel my knees anymore. By the end of the day, I was BROKE. Hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found my cable, and now I shall upload photos :D&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/Rj9PZ82uQ8I/AAAAAAAAAGs/QkJKNkUG5gE/s1600-h/07052007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061851813438702530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/Rj9PZ82uQ8I/AAAAAAAAAGs/QkJKNkUG5gE/s320/07052007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sal&amp;amp;Krys &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/Rj9PaM2uQ9I/AAAAAAAAAG0/u0AXfLF6Eu4/s1600-h/07052007(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061851817733669842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/Rj9PaM2uQ9I/AAAAAAAAAG0/u0AXfLF6Eu4/s320/07052007(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurul&amp;Sally &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/Rj9Pac2uQ-I/AAAAAAAAAG8/scgkNGignG8/s1600-h/07052007(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061851822028637154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/Rj9Pac2uQ-I/AAAAAAAAAG8/scgkNGignG8/s320/07052007(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally'shand&amp;amp;me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/Rj9Pas2uQ_I/AAAAAAAAAHE/UGONmkxw8l0/s1600-h/07052007(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061851826323604466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/Rj9Pas2uQ_I/AAAAAAAAAHE/UGONmkxw8l0/s320/07052007(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally&amp;her forks &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/Rj9Pa82uRAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rKa4nxocqLE/s1600-h/07052007(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061851830618571778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/Rj9Pa82uRAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rKa4nxocqLE/s320/07052007(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krys&amp;amp;her retarded&lt;em&gt;-ness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/Rj9QfM2uRBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/CVMx7zPLLAA/s1600-h/07052007(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061853003144643602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/Rj9QfM2uRBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/CVMx7zPLLAA/s320/07052007(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sal&amp; her &lt;em&gt;stupidity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/Rj9Qfc2uRCI/AAAAAAAAAHc/FJ6wFQvDEaU/s1600-h/07052007(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061853007439610914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/Rj9Qfc2uRCI/AAAAAAAAAHc/FJ6wFQvDEaU/s320/07052007(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krys&amp;amp;Nurul's AWESOME handshake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/Rj9Qfs2uRDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/LlcOTvdK5bE/s1600-h/07052007(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/Rj9Qfs2uREI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Bki4LzAnEdE/s1600-h/07052007(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/Rj9Qf82uRFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/lKLBdEEEzZ0/s1600-h/07052007(008).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061853016029545554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/Rj9Qf82uRFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/lKLBdEEEzZ0/s320/07052007(008).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krys, "I'm a walrus!" &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/Rj9RP82uRGI/AAAAAAAAAH8/n6P5Mx3rklM/s1600-h/07052007(011).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061853840663266402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/Rj9RP82uRGI/AAAAAAAAAH8/n6P5Mx3rklM/s320/07052007(011).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sal&amp;amp;her injured elbow &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/Rj9RQM2uRHI/AAAAAAAAAIE/hZACPqODQ3I/s1600-h/07052007(012).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061853844958233714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/Rj9RQM2uRHI/AAAAAAAAAIE/hZACPqODQ3I/s320/07052007(012).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIORDANO : A WORLD WITHOUT STRANGERS :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-2664666415437350930?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/2664666415437350930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=2664666415437350930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/2664666415437350930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/2664666415437350930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/05/yes-long-awaited-day-has-come-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/Rj9PZ82uQ8I/AAAAAAAAAGs/QkJKNkUG5gE/s72-c/07052007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-5686634290185374522</id><published>2007-05-04T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:09:36.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O. Lover - Jason Mraz :D'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was just one of the fascinating random passing day (:&lt;br /&gt;Hhaha, random 'cos feelings just can't describe what I've felt after the 2 tiresome and brain-wrecking papers I sat today. Physics was just &lt;strong&gt;TORTURE&lt;/strong&gt;. And hey, I'm gonna fail it this time round. I don't wish to disappoint the people who worked hard to actually &lt;strong&gt;TEACH&lt;/strong&gt; me, namely Miss Tee, and of course my tutor. Rawr!&lt;br /&gt;And History Elective was rather fine, except for the fact that I spent almost an &lt;strong&gt;HOUR! &lt;/strong&gt;just on SBQ! Gosh! And I only had &lt;strong&gt;HALF-HOUR&lt;/strong&gt; left for SEQ which has more to content to write on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I'M DEFINITELY &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; GOING TO SCORE FOR SEQ, so I'm hoping to score for my SBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES! THE HIGHLIGHT OF TODAY. THE FASCINATING PART. HHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;That involves Sal, Masyi, her house and Nurul (: Yes. I went over after school, carrying my heavy shoebag and school bag. &lt;em&gt;Thanks to the books I brought to school to study.&lt;/em&gt; It's the first time &lt;strong&gt;I'm actually studying so hard for exams&lt;/strong&gt;. So anyway, back to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;Sal's been confessing to things, hahah. Weird and dumb stuff. And never tell Masyi that you're tired 'cos things will happen to you. And if you resist, something bad will happen to you just like what had happen to Sal. Luckily for Nurul, she just went ahead with what Masyi wanted to do. Soooo, yes, I didn't get to study 'cos Coordinate Geometry is dumb &lt;u&gt;Dumb&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;DUMB&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;! I tried doing peribahasa, but all I got was the first page. But it was all thanks to the entertainment I got from them that I didn't get to concentrate. But hey, &lt;em&gt;watching them is like watching the television&lt;/em&gt;, but &lt;strong&gt;EVEN BETTER&lt;/strong&gt;. Hhahah. That actually shows how interesting they can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you've got something burning up inside,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's so unhealthy but so good for me, oh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Said if I didn't know, and if I didn't know, well if I didn't know that you loved me would you tell me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well God only knows our contradiction's to quitting, is a hate to love relationship thing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A fire under you is so fulfilling,I fear there's nothing more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current earworm, as Tasneem calls it. O. Lover by Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;Yes. It's addictive after a while. So is Grace Kelly - Mika.&lt;br /&gt;But I fell in love with it at first "sight". Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I try to be like Grace Kelly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But all her looks were too sad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I try a little Freddie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ive gone identity mad!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hum Hallelujah by Fall Out Boy. And Thnks Fr Th Mmrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So hum hallelujah,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just off the key of reason&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought I loved you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was just how you looked in the light.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A teenage vow in a parking lot"Till tonight do us part"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sing the blues and swallow them too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-Hum Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One night and one more time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for the memories even though they weren't so great&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"He tastes like you only sweeter"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One night, yeah, and one more time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"He, he tastes like you only sweeter"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Thnks Fr Th Mmrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for Fall Out Boy and Jason Mraz. And McFly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wallow in sentimentality&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to Sal for getting me hooked on flickr.com. Thanks A LOT MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RjtGa82uQ7I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Z0_Lkw8aNgM/s1600-h/child%27s+innocence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060716035107079090" style="WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px" height="200" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RjtGa82uQ7I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Z0_Lkw8aNgM/s200/child%27s+innocence.jpg" width="222" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A child's innocence can be measured in a million ways.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-5686634290185374522?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/5686634290185374522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=5686634290185374522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/5686634290185374522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/5686634290185374522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-was-just-one-of-fascinating.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1pjBE0rWzE/RjtGa82uQ7I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Z0_Lkw8aNgM/s72-c/child%27s+innocence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-7115304263020655579</id><published>2007-04-23T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T10:17:40.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Mixed Tape - Jack&apos;s Mannequin'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Silly, YOU'RE MY BEST :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh! I don't know what life would be like without you. (Actually, I think I've an idea. It would be me going around, with no one to scold for being annoying :D) Hahaha. I owe you a lot. For being such &lt;strong&gt;A GREAT FRIEND&lt;/strong&gt;, and support. You try, as hard as you could to cheer me up. And you try hard enough to make me stop doing stupid things. You give a new meaning to my &lt;em&gt;stupid stupid&lt;/em&gt; life. You make me annoyed, yet happy at the same time. You care for me, but like Nurul said, you don't give enough &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;t.l.c&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; HAHAH. But, I appreciate for all that you've done for me. You give me nice, but &lt;em&gt;idiotical&lt;/em&gt; letters. And, not to forget, my favourite. &lt;strong&gt;ELEPHANTS&lt;/strong&gt; (though half the time, I've got to force you to give me one :D)! You hate it when I ignore you. (yes, I love doing that, but you do know that it hurts inside if I did it) I love making you feel all annoyed and make you think that I've got nothing better to do, but to bug you. Well, think of it as if I'm &lt;em&gt;copying&lt;/em&gt; you. HAHAH. I love giving random notes, &lt;strong&gt;questions&lt;/strong&gt; and letters. But I like questions the best, 'cause you will answer truthfully.&lt;br /&gt;But I got to say this seriously. Without you, life would be extremely boring no matter how interesting it can get, 'cause you're like the bestest :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's nothing as nice as someone who shares,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your laughter, your secrets, your wishes and cares,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;someone who's there through your good times and tears,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;who stays by your side as your friend through the years.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Autymn Skillings –&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-7115304263020655579?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/7115304263020655579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=7115304263020655579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/7115304263020655579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/7115304263020655579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/04/silly-youre-my-best-d-oh-my-gosh-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-8969945258332022089</id><published>2007-04-20T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T17:11:34.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After maybe 20 hours of having swollen eyes, and 24 hours of rising temperature, I'm feeling better. But not fully healed yet.&lt;br /&gt;I told someone the reason for my swollen eyes yesterday. It was Nurul. Hahah. And I guess it's a really stupid reason. But that could be the reason anyway. Hahah. And I'm perspiring alot.&lt;br /&gt;They say I'm losing lots of heat. I guess it's kinda good, but it feels disgusting. In a way, or so.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. But I', still having my throat infection. Not good, since I've been indulging in chocolates since morning. So as to say, I should stop being a chocoholic for a period of time :D But I don't think I'm able to survive. I must have at least 2 packets of Kinder Beuno per day. Hahah. 2 PACKETS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, Dragonboating for CIP this year. Whee~ It sounds soo funn. Let's go do it together Tasneem (: And drag a few others along :D HHAHAHAHAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-8969945258332022089?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/8969945258332022089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=8969945258332022089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/8969945258332022089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/8969945258332022089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/04/after-maybe-20-hours-of-having-swollen.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-591663624154443347</id><published>2007-04-17T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T21:45:31.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clockwatching - Jason Mraz'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Disconnected within two ways of pure disclosure of thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt moody today, Nicole noticed. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;I guess, I got tired of being the one who always ends up clearing the mess,&lt;br /&gt;So I just let go of everything, and I swear, my mood just got a lil bit happier.&lt;br /&gt;Not till I get my gatrics back.&lt;br /&gt;Well, hey, I choose to make myself suffer, so I shall bear with the pain itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-591663624154443347?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/591663624154443347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=591663624154443347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/591663624154443347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/591663624154443347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/04/disconnected-within-two-ways-of-pure.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-1980382955310345396</id><published>2007-04-15T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T22:02:45.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Did You Get My Message?- Jason Mraz (:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SURVEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Have you ever use a penknife to cut yourself?&lt;br /&gt;- Only few know the answer to these. Hahha, in the meantime, keep guessing (:&lt;br /&gt;2.Why did you do it?&lt;br /&gt;- (blank)&lt;br /&gt;3.Have you been to another country w/o parents?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope.&lt;br /&gt;4.Who do you love right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Hoho (:&lt;br /&gt;5.Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;- Hmm, maybe ..&lt;br /&gt;6.Ever felt so jealous of your friend?&lt;br /&gt;- Why should I feel that way?&lt;br /&gt;7.What was the last thing you did?&lt;br /&gt;- Checked my phone&lt;br /&gt;8.What is the past that you miss alot?&lt;br /&gt;- None, except last year.&lt;br /&gt;9.Who was the last person you ate with?&lt;br /&gt;- My family&lt;br /&gt;10.How many times has your page been viewed?&lt;br /&gt;- Don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;11.How's the weather right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Try looking out of the window yourself (:&lt;br /&gt;12.Last person you called today?&lt;br /&gt;- Gosh, I can't remember. Oh wait, it was my mum.&lt;br /&gt;13.Last person who called you?&lt;br /&gt;- JANE!&lt;br /&gt;14.Last song you sang?&lt;br /&gt;- Did you get my message? (:&lt;br /&gt;15.Last time you danced?&lt;br /&gt;- I think it was Friday. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;16.Lost a friendship over something stupid?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope.&lt;br /&gt;17.Smoke?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope, and I will NEVER EVER touch it.&lt;br /&gt;18.Dumped someone before?&lt;br /&gt;- Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;19.Been really depressed before?&lt;br /&gt;- Hoho, should I answer that?&lt;br /&gt;20.Faked being sick to miss school?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope!&lt;br /&gt;21.What time did you wake up today?&lt;br /&gt;- 9.35 am&lt;br /&gt;.22.Current taste?&lt;br /&gt;- In?&lt;br /&gt;23.What sports do you do?&lt;br /&gt;- BASKETBALL &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;24.What are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Shirt and shorts&lt;br /&gt;25.Are you too shy to ask anyone out?&lt;br /&gt;- no comment&lt;br /&gt;26.What is the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;- Uhh?&lt;br /&gt;27.Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;- Home.&lt;br /&gt;28. What date is it?&lt;br /&gt;- 15 April.&lt;br /&gt;29.Current thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;- Random&lt;br /&gt;30.Did you go somewhere yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;- Out (:&lt;br /&gt;31.What do you do there?&lt;br /&gt;- Hahah, stuff. If you know what I mean :D&lt;br /&gt;32.How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;- 15&lt;br /&gt;33.Are you mature or immature?&lt;br /&gt;- I prefer to think of myself as immature (:&lt;br /&gt;34.Are you an only child?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope.&lt;br /&gt;35.Where do you go shopping?&lt;br /&gt;- Somewhere near.&lt;br /&gt;36.Do you like your school?&lt;br /&gt;- It's quite ok.&lt;br /&gt;37.Do you like books?&lt;br /&gt;- Uhhuh.&lt;br /&gt;38.Do you wanna get married?&lt;br /&gt;- Not wanting to think about it now.&lt;br /&gt;39.TO WHOM?&lt;br /&gt;- Read my above statement please (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you ever wonder what happens to the words that we send&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do they bend, do they break from the flight that they take&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And come back together again with a whole new meaning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a brand new sense, completely unrelated to the one I sent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-1980382955310345396?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/1980382955310345396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=1980382955310345396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/1980382955310345396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/1980382955310345396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/04/survey-1.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-3834510088242695805</id><published>2007-04-15T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T21:43:07.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Till we meet again, I shall miss you like before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a blast, and yet again, I don't feel good.&lt;br /&gt;My system is really crashing. Really bad, and I may just collapse one day.&lt;br /&gt;Whoooo boy. Both my brothers are ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's just sit under the stars&lt;br /&gt;and talk till we can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped dinner. I skipped breakfast, so the only meal I ate today was lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Hah, I bet someone's going to scold me bad if she reads this.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta do revision for Mid-years. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;People's marching to the drums,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's having fun to the sound of love&lt;br /&gt;Ugly is the world we're on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, I'm deciding on what to get for Sharifah.&lt;br /&gt;For her birthday. Gahhs, and I don't really know what to get her.&lt;br /&gt;And, I guess, I'm going to spend like hours at Parkway tmr&lt;br /&gt;Figuring what to get for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-3834510088242695805?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/3834510088242695805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=3834510088242695805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/3834510088242695805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/3834510088242695805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/04/till-we-meet-again-i-shall-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-2534586273858657772</id><published>2007-04-13T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T18:39:14.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a week since I last posted. And hey, I'm getting bored with blogging.&lt;br /&gt;It's been raining for the last 2 days. And it kind of brings my mood down in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But friends cheer me up. And I'm thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, Friday the 13th isn't turning out that well anyway.&lt;br /&gt;But it's still nice, but not as nice as yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's just say, we had a GREAT day.&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't want to trade any other day for yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So pinch me I must be dreaming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My life has lost all its meaning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I like the way I'm feeling now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bag's a torture, I need a new one.&lt;br /&gt;Hrmm, wonder what I should get.&lt;br /&gt;And I need running shoes, not any normal shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Running from Tuesday onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you fall everyone stands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another day and you've had your fill of sinking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With the life held in your&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hands are shaking cold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These hands are meant to hold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel and Broc was singing 'Big Big World' by Emilia Rydberg&lt;br /&gt;And Nuzul said it was her song for A Maths&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. Phantom Of The Opera.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I need someone to go watch it with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-2534586273858657772?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/2534586273858657772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=2534586273858657772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/2534586273858657772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/2534586273858657772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-been-week-since-i-last-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-6361396793565702411</id><published>2007-04-07T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T14:55:16.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time's never stopping for us. Life's a bitch, accept it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. I'm ill again.&lt;br /&gt;Weather's been really cranky these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;And my mood, oooh, UNEXPECTED.&lt;br /&gt;One moment, I can be all happy and high, and the next, all moody.&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck at home, all sick and in pain, 'cos my wrist just doesn't want to be healed.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm unable to carry on with my work, cos if I overwork myself, it will just hurt a lot!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, my dad has taken the one and only thing I can use to actually escape from reality.&lt;br /&gt;The computer. So yes, I'm currently banned from the computer until further notices.&lt;br /&gt;No idea what's up with him. So now, I'm just waiting for people to follow me indulge in sweet goodness. My other escape plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry is screwed. I need to rush everything by the end of this week.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I've been listening to Jason Mraz for days already. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;I wasted a whole lot of ink and paper, printing something terribly useless.&lt;br /&gt;I feel very very wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I never got to see you&lt;br /&gt;Cos you never got to the corner&lt;br /&gt;Where we promised to meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-6361396793565702411?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/6361396793565702411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=6361396793565702411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/6361396793565702411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/6361396793565702411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/04/times-never-stopping-for-us.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11957166.post-236627016401720339</id><published>2007-04-04T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T21:29:16.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Gift Of Knowing You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are gifts of many treasures&lt;br /&gt;For both the young and old,&lt;br /&gt;From the tiniest little trinkets&lt;br /&gt;To great boxes filled with gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, put them all together&lt;br /&gt;And they could not stand in lieu,&lt;br /&gt;Of the greatest gift of all&lt;br /&gt;The gift of knowing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your times are filled with troubles&lt;br /&gt;Sadness, grief, or even doubt,&lt;br /&gt;When all those things you planned on&lt;br /&gt;Just aren't turning out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just turn and look behind you&lt;br /&gt;From the place at which you stand,&lt;br /&gt;And look for me through the shadows&lt;br /&gt;And reach out for my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will lift from you your burden&lt;br /&gt;And cry for you your tears,&lt;br /&gt;Bear the pain of all your sorrows&lt;br /&gt;Though it may be for a thousand years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For in the end I would be happy&lt;br /&gt;To have helped you start anew,&lt;br /&gt;It's a small price to pay&lt;br /&gt;For the gift of knowing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dave Stout –&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I realise that I made many decisions, and they are decisions that sometimes I regret at times, and at other times, I don't.&lt;br /&gt;Last year was a not so great year, but I still loved it nevertheless. Because I made new friends that are close to me now. And I will never EVER let them go.&lt;br /&gt;Kill me if I ever do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you for being there for me when I needed you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's nice to know I've got someone like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been stressed with all the pressure my mum is putting on me. Life's a bore now. I need a break. I need to get really high.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11957166-236627016401720339?l=dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/236627016401720339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11957166&amp;postID=236627016401720339&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/236627016401720339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11957166/posts/default/236627016401720339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dignifiedpeach.blogspot.com/2007/04/gift-of-knowing-you-there-are-gifts-of.html' title=''/><author><name>AIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860515320402650174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
