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  <title>She thinks he looks like trouble,</title>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2008 16:47:15 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>8) 8) 8)</title>
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  <description>OMG HUIYI IS HERE IN MY ROOM NOW... AND IT&apos;S 12.52 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH BALLOONS AND CANDLES AND A SMUSHED-UP DURIAN BIRTHDAY CAKE (WHICH SHE IS VERY SORE ABOUT... SHE DROPPED IT ON THE CEMENT FLOOR OUTSIDE MY ROOM, WHAT A LOSER). And I had to climb out my room window in order to see the surprise???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D SO SWEET. BUT SHE&apos;S SUCH A LIAR. SO IS MY MOM, WHO APPARENTLY KNEW HUIYI WAS GOING TO SURPRISE ME SINCE &lt;i&gt;MONDAY&lt;/i&gt;! SO SNEAKY, NEVER KNEW MY MOM WAS CAPABLE OF KEEPING SECRETZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS GUISE FOR THE MIDNIGHT MESSAGES. I LOVE ALL OF YOU. I AM A HAPPY (BIRTHDAY) GAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA HA HA HA HEE HEE HEE&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME~</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 15 Jul 2008 13:02:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I HATE PEOPLE.</title>
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  <description>I feel like pulling all my hair out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, scratch that... considering I have &lt;i&gt;no&lt;/i&gt; hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel nervous and uptight, even though I have no reason to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m just going round in circles today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening comprehension was absolutely horrible. I&apos;m refusing to listen to anyone&apos;s answers, because I don&apos;t want to know that I&apos;ve failed it miserably (though I know this is pretty much obvious, suspecting something is better than &lt;i&gt;confirming&lt;/i&gt; it). I&apos;ll just get my grade on the day itself and bawl my eyes out. No, I&apos;m not even banking on a B now. I just want to pass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is absolutely horrible. The people who make it better are the ones who are being lashed out on. Maybe it&apos;s just speculation, but I don&apos;t think it is ... not at this point. My fingers are freezing as I&apos;m typing this, and my stomach is going churn-churn-churn, and I can&apos;t even fully express my &lt;s&gt;exasperation&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;disgust&lt;/s&gt; general unhappiness with this entire situation being dragged on. I thought we took care of it, and it&apos;s being raked up &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Ziying and I are in very similar situations. Like seriously parallel. And we felt the same way about ... people. And we were both depressed. So cheers and a big hug to my relationship buddy (this sounds wrong, but ... you get it, right?), lololol. Except hers is probably resolved by now and I still feel like shit. You, don&apos;t be _ anymore. Things will be A-okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: 2008 = bad year. Very bad year. (I felt like adding something to this, but it&apos;s probably not the wisest idea.)</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2008 16:16:03 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Fuck this.</title>
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  <description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic&quot;&gt;The farmer told our investigator that a humane death by an injection of barbiturate was &quot;too expensive&quot;—even though it costs a mere 30 cents per animal. So he uses a metal noose pole to lift each fox from the cage by the neck, shoves an electric prod into the animal’s rectum and forces a metal conductor into the animal’s mouth. A flip of a switch shoots 240 volts of electricity through the fox’s body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to our investigator, &quot;The fox’s eyes usually shut and the body goes rigid. There is a crackling sound … and sometimes teeth break and fall out. … Often the anal probe falls out. When this happens, the fox convulses, shakes, and often cries.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.furisdead.com&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;http://www.furisdead.com&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to read more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW CAN PEOPLE BE SO FUCKING CRUEL. Fucking hell. I came across a few horrible, horrible pictures of skinned animals while clicking through journals. I&apos;m putting them under the cut because they&apos;re the kind that will make your stomach churn and the bile rise in your throat. I know not everyone can take this kind of thing. Hell, I nearly gagged and the tears sprang to my eyes immediately, like bam! But they do the job, though. God. I&apos;m so fucking upset now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee42/bexwilldestroy/09032008001-001.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee42/bexwilldestroy/skinnedtub.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee42/bexwilldestroy/grindup.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you actually skin an animal alive? Fuck. At least have the decency to kill the animals before you fucking skin them. Oh, oh, oh, oh. They can&apos;t even kill them painlessly. ARE ALL THESE PEOPLE COMPLETELY EMOTIONLESS? This makes me hate humans so, &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; much because of what we&apos;re doing. And China is so screwed up when it comes to animal rights. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can&apos;t reach out to that many people but spread if you can, please please &lt;i&gt;please&lt;/i&gt;. Awareness can do wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I&apos;d really like to know... What the hell is wrong with Sharon Stone? Okay, first she made that crazy insensitive comment about the Sichuan earthquake, next I find out she&apos;s wearing enormous fur coats amongst other terrible things to events even after PETA has made 398574375 pleas to try to stop her. Okay, I&apos;ll stop rambling, just read &lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.peta.org/archives/2008/07/sharon_stonecol.php&quot;&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. You&apos;ve got to love PETA, though... guess what they did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic&quot;&gt;PETA&apos;s President, Ingrid Newkirk, faxed a letter to Stone last week that ties together the comment Sharon made about the earthquake in China (&quot;karma&quot;) with the indifference of her fur-wearing ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;We are used to the indifference that you flaunt and the callous remarks that you make about the suffering and death of the animals whose fur you wear so often,&quot; Newkirk wrote. &quot;Scientific studies suggest that the prefrontal regions of the brains of people who lack empathy might be underdeveloped. Here&apos;s our offer: Would you allow PETA to pay for a scan of the prefrontal region of your brain?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. (:</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 12 Jul 2008 13:41:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Comprendez? Well... no.</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;D&apos;oh, what? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m just not getting Physics. Oh, believe me, I&apos;m trying... well, I suppose that&apos;s what&apos;s worrying me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I see when I click through Chapter 21, in a desperate attempt to make sense of electricity/ magnetism as some kind of half-assed preparation for SPA next &lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Wednesday&lt;/font&gt;. Just thought I&apos;d share. ... So maybe you could feel sorry for me. And hopefully feel better about yourself. I know, I know, Nicole does wonders for the self esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Magnetic flux, soft iron core, catapult... (diagram of god-knows-what with strange arrows sticking out of it) ... Fleming&apos;s left hand rule, neutral point, beam of electrons... (diagram of + sign trying to swim through rows of x&apos;s)&lt;/font&gt; Okay this is where everything starts to fade to black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sweet nibbletz!!!1 This really might as well be a completely foreign language I&apos;m attempting to study. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Ignore the previous post, everything&apos;s better now. Sorry &apos;bout the drama. And I currently have the mother of all headaches. Ugh.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 06 Jul 2008 10:20:47 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;s&gt;You have no right to make me feel this self-conscious, damn it.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about it. You know what? You&apos;re absolutely right. I &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; stop all of this. I will stop this once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m disappointed, and I hate myself because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indefinite hiatus.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 06 Jul 2008 01:28:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>This is a 8) post.</title>
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  <description>Happy (belated) birthday, Mandy! Omg, I really feel horrible for having to wish you happy birthday so late, but I didn&apos;t have your number and I was trying to spot you in school and I couldn&apos;t. ;_; Forgive meeeeeeeee. Hope you had a wonderful one, anyway. ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Friday and Saturday&quot;&gt;Friday was also Youth Day celebrations. This year&apos;s was ... err. Lacklustre, I guess. I think we were all anticipating something closer to last year&apos;s eye-popping, hysteria-inducing madness. Which reminds me ... I&apos;ll never forget last year&apos;s Buttons. Hahaha, nothing will &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt; come close to topping that. 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons blah blah lessons blah blah... bloody long day blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, after A Maths &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; ended, Shauna, Vanessa and I TOTALLY LOST IT. We were laughing and laughing and laughing and I&apos;m not even sure why but I really haven&apos;t laughed like that in the longest time. It was so retarded, I felt like something in my head snapped. ;_; And Shauna kept on warning me not to &apos;burn out&apos; or else she would lose her sanity too... Reminded me of Sec 2 days when we would just scream and laugh like nobody&apos;s business. D: I miss 2C1 ... but we&apos;ve all grown up. Everyone&apos;s so different now. BIG, FAT, HEAVY SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when Huiyi, Ziying and I were heading out of school, Mrs Yip drove past us in her car and we started waving. And &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;then&lt;/span&gt;, we started pointing our thumbs up - you know the hitchhiking signal HAHAHA. Then I really thought she didn&apos;t get it at first. But then afterwards she was like mouthing &quot;Where?&quot; at us and we were mouthing back &quot;NO NO NO JUST KIDDING&quot; and laughing. Shit, she&apos;s adorable ... quote Ziying, &quot;a QT &lt;span&gt;3.14159265358979323846264&quot;. Yeah I think she memorised pi. Is she insane? ... yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img width=&quot;240&quot; height=&quot;160&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.bravenewtraveler.com/images/entries/010408-hitchhiking.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, 8 - 11.30 am was spent on A Maths and Chem lessons in school. Ugh ugh ugh I can&apos;t stand waking up early during weekends. (although I woke up at like 7.30 am today to do some work, but as you can see, it hasn&apos;t turned out as planned...) Oh, I forgot to mention that ever since we got our pullovers, we&apos;ve (okay, &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt;, mostly Z and I) been shameless idiots seeking for every opportunity to wear it. And almost immediately after I got my pullover, my sister insisted that she buy her MGS one. Thanks, little sister I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. Not. 8( (She&apos;ll never see this because my sister and I have an unspoken agreement not to read each other&apos;s blogs hahahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally we decided to head down to the Fairfield fun fair. (FFFF!) This part is heavily referenced to Ziying post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We had freak weather - IT WAS FRIGGIN&apos; HOT at first, then it drizzled, and then the sun decided to resume its self-assumed task to kill us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We ate. A lot. Between the 6 of us, we had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;i. A bowl of spaghetti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ii. 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;bowls of cheese fries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;iii. 2 bowls of chocolate fondue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;iv. 18 otahs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;v. 2 bowls of almond jelly with longan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;vi.&amp;nbsp;3 cups of ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;vii. Coke float&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Scary huh? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We ... spotted a lot of people. V. v. v. v. exciting. Huiyi looked like she was going to collapse on the spot, Ziying was furiously whispering all the time, and Levia looked ... really lost. Lost Levia. 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Oh yeah, and when we visited Guoming a.k.a. Shawn ak.a. Huiyi&apos;s brother, he declined to be polite and well-mannered and instead was trying his hardest to be *~*~cool~*~*. I guess he succeeded? But come on, at P6 you&apos;re supposed to be cute and shy and all. NOT &quot;Oh look at me I&apos;m so cool I refuse to say hello to a group of older giggling girls because I&apos;m kewler than that, y&apos;all. Why not I shoot a couple of hoops while I&apos;m at it, yeah.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ziying has a very tumultuous love life. -weegerz along with the Huiyi-patented weegerz action-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally left and managed to persuade Ziying to come over and face the evil breath of Mookie (???). Okay, no, Mookie doesn&apos;t have bad breath. But she stinks because everyone&apos;s too lazy to bathe her. D: I don&apos;t think she would mind smelling as foul as a bag of unwashed socks, though, she&apos;d still be all happy and running about being tummy rubbed. Actually, she doesn&apos;t smell &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; bad it&apos;s more of a - SIDE TRACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to the new Cold Storage in Clementi Arcade ... it was damn cute! And bigger than I expected it to be, hahah. We bought a bottle of sparkling wine ... how random rite. And Ziying insisted on apple instead of grape, which was a v. v. bad choice. Afterwards had Daily Scoop. List of embarrassing incidents, koped from darling Ziyingggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Embarrassing incident 1: Huiyi pushed someone else&apos;s trolley back to its original place and HE WANTED IT. HAHAHAHAHAHA. Because she thought it was OURS. Omg. That&apos;s the best. I bet the person must be thinking &quot;Walao eh this old ah ma, want to take my $1 is it!!!&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;And then went to daily scoop because I wanted ice cream hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Embarrassing incident 2: MY CUP TOTALLY DROPPED AND IT ROLLED AND ROLLED AND ROLLED AND EVERYONE STARED SO HARD but the icecream still remained in the cup. And I picked it up and ate it... Hopefully I won&apos;t have food poisoning HAHAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Embarrassing incident 3: Levia was sucking her lollipop from Mrs Tan and all of a sudden, it FLEW to Nicole and then dropped down, and rolled to Huiyi&apos;s bag on the floor. HAHAHA. Like what the hell... Okay. And then afterwards she dropped her phone. Read: My cell phone is dropped more than iraqi&apos;s bomb. Totally right choice for joining that group.&lt;/p&gt;We had our Wii party which was sort of dead because we were all flopping around in my room like dead fish. Anyway, played Wii Sports which is fast losing its novelty. Levia totally was acting cool and just swinging the remote during Wii Tennis like she was dead bored. BUT SHE LOST ANYWAY, HA. Ziying was the most enthu and also ... the most loser. Huiyi quite pro lah. ;D We proceeded to play Trauma Center which was very traumatising. We all agreed the music was damn creepy. And we got to this stage and we couldn&apos;t get through it and I kept on shouting at everyone HAHAHA sorry stress alert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ziying has finally managed to pet Mookie. Stage 1 of Operation Get Ziying to Curb Her Phobia Of Animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flopped around some more and read magazines and ... engaged ourselves in Ziying&apos;s torrential love life. (Okay, I&apos;m coming up with a lot of adjectives starting with &apos;t&apos; for her love life ... when in fact, it should be &apos;j&apos;? I make no sense but those who should get it will get it. :D) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Today&apos;s tuition day I&apos;m having a headache heeeeeeelpppppp meeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2008 12:35:00 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>This is a 8( post.</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHIXUAN! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I&apos;m so sorry, Caryn. I don&apos;t know what I was doing but I didn&apos;t hear you calling us to go take pictures. 8(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fwap fwap fwap fwap fwapfwapfwap fwap fwap fwap. 8(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I don&apos;t really want to know what Crescent does with our money, but uh, they&apos;ve installed 10 Wiis at the back of our canteen. I&apos;m scared. It&apos;s too good to be true. 8( Plus, how on earth are we supposed to jostle among 53894753875 other students who want to play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s all Ziying&apos;s fault, or else we could all have a Wii Party in my house.  8( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I HATE CRAMPS. 8(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I need to do work. Instead of blog-hopping. Which makes me 8(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Vanessa is a naggy pardnaaaaar. 8( Anyway, &lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;she dreams about aliens and getting pregnant.&lt;/font&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. People annoy me. 8( I honestly don&apos;t know what I&apos;ve done wrong, and if you do, please kindly enlighten me. Kthx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Sec 4 is the first year I&apos;ve fallen asleep so many times in class. I&apos;m slowly mastering the art of sleeping and going unnoticed, too. 8(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Huiyi dropped her fishball in her laksa and everything splashed all over her shirt and she looked like ... a cheetah (get it?!). Except with orange spots instead of black. I&apos;ve got losers for friends. 8(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I want to make friends with someone I (claim to) hate. &lt;s&gt;8O&lt;/s&gt; 8(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You know that exposition introduction about Singlish that Mrs Rupa showed us today? I liked it a lot, and I wanted to copy it down, but no one else was doing it so I didn&apos;t and I forgot all of it. 8( I can only remember one word = &apos;exalted&apos;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I&apos;ve screwed up Eng mock and History mock quite badly so far. 8( Though I don&apos;t really care about English right now... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I&apos;m broke. Brokity broke broke. Not a penny in my pocket. 8( And I&apos;m lusting after ... 9837546365 things and I feel like joining a couple more sprees BUT ... I will save. For the moon bears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. My colourful Paint masterpiece... presented to you. (Omg can you tell I&apos;m really going nuts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v378/Esme/boohoo.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.animalsasia.org&quot;&gt;http://www.animalsasia.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;7&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;PLEASE DONA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;7&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;TE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edit: &lt;/b&gt;I&apos;m exploring their site at the moment, and I&apos;m going to post again with pictures and information soon. (Because even if I can&apos;t convince people with my words, I hope actual pictures of the situation can.) Please help spread the word, okay? ): My sister and I are going to try to raise a bit of money to donate (even though our parents are reluctant/ suspicious - but I&apos;m pretty sure they&apos;re authentic, read &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.animalsasia.org/blog/index.php&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for their progress).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And AAF&apos;s efforts, frankly, are &lt;i&gt;minute&lt;/i&gt; compared to how many animals are suffering out there. Their efforts are mainly concentrated on saving moon bears from the horribly barbaric bear farming, as well as saving dogs and cats from being culled because of the Sichuan earthquake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly feel so shallow now. I whine 24/7 about not having money to what, supply my insatiable demands for a bigger wardrobe. I just really want to help all these animals now. ): I hope you do too.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 22 Jun 2008 12:51:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Y SO SRS</title>
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  <description>I had a lot of things I wanted to post about (pretty eventful week this was) but I just really couldn&apos;t bring myself to. Yes, I&apos;m lazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, you don&apos;t &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; how much I hate the word &apos;lazy&apos; at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so much for documenting my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it&apos;s bloody cold this evening and my fingers are freezing off. MTV and Channel [V] must have something against me, they absolutely &lt;i&gt;refuse&lt;/i&gt; to play the songs I feel like listening to. Every single time I switch to either of these channels, they&apos;re playing some unknown reality series/ Linkin Park videos/ Say (All I Need). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During tuition today, Tricia showed me a poem by T.S. Eliot. I can&apos;t say I understood it at all the first time I read it, and you need to read up on a lot of things before you can actually even &lt;i&gt;start&lt;/i&gt; to appreciate it. It&apos;s interesting. But dark, though.  And I don&apos;t want to say anything more about it in case I end up sounding like an idiot. Which is often enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Hollow Men&lt;br /&gt;Eliot, Thomas Stearns (1888-1965)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            MISTAH KURTZ -- HE DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;                A penny for the Old Guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the hollow men&lt;br /&gt;We are the stuffed men&lt;br /&gt;Leaning together&lt;br /&gt;Headpiece filled with straw.  Alas!&lt;br /&gt;Our dried voices, when&lt;br /&gt;We whisper together&lt;br /&gt;Are quiet and meaningless&lt;br /&gt;As wind in dry grass&lt;br /&gt;Or rats&apos; feet over broken glass&lt;br /&gt;In our dry cellar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shape without form, shade without colour,&lt;br /&gt;Paralysed force, gesture without motion;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who have crossed&lt;br /&gt;With direct eyes, to death&apos;s other Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;Remember us--if at all--not as lost&lt;br /&gt;Violent souls, but only&lt;br /&gt;As the hollow men&lt;br /&gt;The stuffed men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes I dare not meet in dreams&lt;br /&gt;In death&apos;s dream kingdom&lt;br /&gt;These do not appear:&lt;br /&gt;There, the eyes are&lt;br /&gt;Sunlight on a broken column&lt;br /&gt;There, is a tree swinging&lt;br /&gt;And voices are&lt;br /&gt;In the wind&apos;s singing&lt;br /&gt;More distant and more solemn&lt;br /&gt;Than a fading star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be no nearer&lt;br /&gt;In death&apos;s dream kingdom&lt;br /&gt;Let me also wear&lt;br /&gt;Such deliberate disguises&lt;br /&gt;Rat&apos;s coat, crowskin, crossed staves&lt;br /&gt;In a field&lt;br /&gt;Behaving as the wind behaves&lt;br /&gt;No nearer--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that final meeting&lt;br /&gt;In the twilight kingdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the dead land&lt;br /&gt;This is cactus land&lt;br /&gt;Here the stone images&lt;br /&gt;Are raised, here they receive&lt;br /&gt;The supplication of a dead man&apos;s hand&lt;br /&gt;Under the twinkle of a fading star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it like this&lt;br /&gt;In death&apos;s other kingdom&lt;br /&gt;Waking alone&lt;br /&gt;At the hour when we are&lt;br /&gt;Trembling with tenderness&lt;br /&gt;Lips that would kiss&lt;br /&gt;Form prayers to broken stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  IV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eyes are not here&lt;br /&gt;There are no eyes here&lt;br /&gt;In this valley of dying stars&lt;br /&gt;In this hollow valley&lt;br /&gt;This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this last of meeting places&lt;br /&gt;We grope together&lt;br /&gt;and avoid speech&lt;br /&gt;Gathered on this beach of the tumid river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sightless, unless&lt;br /&gt;The eyes reappear&lt;br /&gt;As the perpetual star&lt;br /&gt;Multifoliate rose&lt;br /&gt;Of death&apos;s twilight kingdom&lt;br /&gt;The hope only&lt;br /&gt;Of empty men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go round the prickly pear&lt;br /&gt;Prickly pear prickly pear&lt;br /&gt;Here we go round the prickly pear&lt;br /&gt;At five o&apos;clock in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the idea&lt;br /&gt;And the reality&lt;br /&gt;Between the motion&lt;br /&gt;And the act&lt;br /&gt;Falls the shadow&lt;br /&gt;                                For Thine is the Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the conception&lt;br /&gt;And the creation&lt;br /&gt;Between the emotion&lt;br /&gt;And the response&lt;br /&gt;Falls the Shadow&lt;br /&gt;                                                Life is very long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the desire&lt;br /&gt;And the spasm&lt;br /&gt;Between the potency&lt;br /&gt;and the existence&lt;br /&gt;Between the essence&lt;br /&gt;And the descent&lt;br /&gt;Falls the Shadow&lt;br /&gt;                                For Thine is the Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For thine is&lt;br /&gt;Life is&lt;br /&gt;For Thine is the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way the world ends&lt;br /&gt;This is the way the world ends&lt;br /&gt;This is the way the world ends&lt;br /&gt;Not with a bang but a whimper.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what I&apos;m aiming to complete by today.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lit Unseen Prose (i)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lit Unseen Prose (ii)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bio WB&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;English summaries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Ha. D: Wish me luck?</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 18 Jun 2008 10:58:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Religion?</title>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 15 Jun 2008 10:20:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hey Jude</title>
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  <description>OH MY GOD I JUST FOUND THE BLOODY CUTEST THING EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id=&quot;10&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to ret her into your heart... (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha his name is Hero Ha (SO CUTE!), he&apos;s Korean and doesn&apos;t speak English at all. In this video he&apos;s like 2 years old and can carry a tune and remembers most of the lyrics (which are in a foreign language, might I add). Apparently he knows over 40 Beatles songs omg he&apos;s so adoooooooorable ♥ ♥ ♥ He&apos;s a child prodigy, I think all I did when I was 2 was to alternate between screaming and kicking and spitting my dad&apos;s laboriously-cooked porridge in his face (he&apos;s still very hurt by this and brings it up all the time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don&apos;t sound like a paedophile.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 14 Jun 2008 20:20:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Star-spangled.</title>
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  <description>&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; My new favourite TV shows are Wizards of Waverly Place and Life With Derek. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know. I watch such witty, plot-driven and mentally-stimulating shows it amazes even myself. Okay, at least I don&apos;t exactly admit to watching Hannah Montana. ... and I&apos;ve upgraded from Totally Spies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical TV schedule in the Tan family household:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mornings&lt;/b&gt; MTV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Afternoons - Late Evenings&lt;/b&gt; KBS Channel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nights&lt;/b&gt; Disney/ Nickelodeon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, right? It&apos;s actually quite ridiculous because we have 3 cable boxes and uh... we only watch 3 channels. And on one TV. And honestly, considering the rate the women ( = sister, mother and I) in the house watch KBS Channel, we&apos;re going to start spewing Korean from our mouths any moment now. Just you wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Korean dramas majorly own Channel U/ 8 dramas. They are intelligent, funny, &lt;i&gt;realistic&lt;/i&gt;, and do not always center on the same-old plots&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt; (oh our family runs this business I have an evil brother who wants to claim everything for himself shit someone got raped I have an annoying aunt with over-plucked and heavily-drawn eyebrows I like this guy he doesn&apos;t like me but this other guy does help I&apos;m so torn help)&lt;/font&gt;. I&apos;m not sure why I keep promoting KBS, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... y&apos;know what, I lost my train of thought. Uh, never mind. Shit, there&apos;s this nasty ant bite on my foot. And what was I thinking, eating nachos with salsa? MY ULCER IS FRIGGIN&apos; HURTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Friday the 13th!&quot;&gt;Yesterday, went to school to &lt;s&gt;present my work to Mrs Tan&lt;/s&gt; let Mrs Tan observe my progress. I didn&apos;t do like all the revision exercises but she seemed strangely contented ... and this was even though I was blatantly doing my E Math when we were supposed to be doing A Math. When Huiyi came, Mrs Tan was all like, &quot;Oh your teacher&apos;s here!&quot; &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;HUH???&lt;/span&gt; This deserves some wiggling of the eyebrows! -weegerzx- And told everyone else that if they were having problems, they could approach Gayle or Huiyi. (&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;While I floundered miserably in a corner.&lt;/font&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after that we went to Cheers, bought some food, and then decided to go to our secret room to get some work done, but of course we didn&apos;t. Gayle attempted to teach me soccer on the whiteboard but I was all &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;???&lt;/span&gt; so we all gave up and went to ... &lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;GIGAJAM&lt;/font&gt; (finally we make use of our school&apos;s resources)! Gayle has a hidden talent alright. She played (and occasionally even crooned, hmm?) us It&apos;s All About You, I Wanna Hold Your Hand, a little of Hey There Delilah, etc etc. She was teaching Huiyi a few chords of It&apos;s All About You and now Huiyi thinks she&apos;s destined to be a guitarist. -.- Dream onnnnnnn, bb. I was trying to reignite my er... (possibly never existent) passion for the piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so fascinated by Gayle&apos;s mad guitar skillzzz (or rather, Huiyi was too absorbed in trying to pick up EVERYTHING in one day) that ... naturally we were late to meet Ziying and Sherlyn at PS. From Ziying&apos;s blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;(While we were rushing from the Arts Con to the bus stop)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Nicole:&lt;/span&gt; Hello?&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Eh where are you all now ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Nicole:&lt;/span&gt; Sorry, I think you&apos;re going to kill us.&lt;br /&gt;*passes the phone to Huiyi*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Huiyi:&lt;/span&gt; Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; WHAT!!! I bet you all are still at school!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Huiyi:&lt;/span&gt; We are gigajam-ming lor. Gayle taught me how to play the guitar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; I don&apos;t care, you better come now! (Sighs I was still thinking of what I should do for being so late HAHAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Huiyi&lt;/span&gt;: ORHHHH GAYLE ZIYING SAYS SHE DOESN&apos;T CARE ABOUT YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA Ziying was late by 30 minutes and she was the &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;earliest&lt;/span&gt;. Huiyi and I arrived at PS half an hour later. ..................... the other person arrived like 2 hours late, she doesn&apos;t deserve to be mentioned here. 8D Ate, walked around a bit, then we went to Yamaha because Huiyi wanted to check out guitar prices (honestly she&apos;s insane). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Kung Fu Panda. Honestly, don&apos;t you think we&apos;re a very mature bunch? Anyway S and Z kept on chanting, &quot;We&apos;re going to regret this we&apos;re going to regret this we&apos;re going to regret this&quot; annoying much?! And the worst thing is, S laughed the loudest. HOW LOSER! DON&apos;T THINK I DIDN&apos;T HEAR YOU. Z was &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;messaging&lt;/span&gt;/ dozing off throughout the movie and thus we have come to the conclusion that Z ... srsly can&apos;t watch movies. Or do anything that requires an attention span of more than ... hmm, 3 seconds? Don&apos;t cry, Z. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we walked to Cathay for some B&amp;amp;J&apos;s. Okay, actually, I was the only one eating ice cream. Huiyi was trying to give Ziying a pep talk. Hahaha. Then I had to rush to Clementi for Chem tuition. D: Met my mom and sister for dinner, and then I was on my ownsome lonesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway The Flirt made some progress this time, she managed to get The Target to talk to her. (: Well, good for her! I want to know how people actually make friends during group tuition sessions ... it seems pretty much impossible to me - no one talks to anyone? Well, except for The Flirt, of course. But. That&apos;s different. OKAY I should stop being such a kaypoh. ): And I should stop gossiping on a public journal. Uhm. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KEEP SAYING &apos;HONESTLY&apos; NOW. STOP ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 11 Jun 2008 21:11:05 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Shut Nicole up.</title>
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  <description>I really would like to think I&apos;m just scaring myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why does it seem like everyone else has really geared up for O&apos;s? Or rather, they must&apos;ve geared up a long time ago, while we were all still ... blundering about blissfully unaware of things. No, seriously. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;What are we doing&lt;/span&gt;? I keep on reading blogs I&apos;ve stumbled across, and all these people are determined to score 8 A1s for O&apos;s and/ or lamenting that they can&apos;t fulfill their quota of 10 hours of study a day (and wait, we thought 8 was crazy?) when I (maybe we) don&apos;t even put in a proper 2 hours a day. The worst thing is, they actually sound confident. On the other hand, we&apos;re just taking things day by day, slowly striking off the days to our next paper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to them, Physics is a piece of cake, they &lt;s&gt;want&lt;/s&gt; have to get into Hwachong, piles and piles of assessment books are a must (but what about holiday homework?), revision half-complete, no it&apos;s no big deal that sacrifices have to be made to their social lives, in fact, it&apos;s something that was &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;understood&lt;/span&gt;. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s 5.17 AM now. I&apos;m so anxious I don&apos;t even feel sleepy anymore. I feel like doing my E Maths homework. To calm my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is spinning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is a direct contradiction to my previous post. One minute I&apos;m moaning about our boring, uneventful lives, the next I&apos;m having another spaz attack about O&apos;s. I WANT TO KILL MYSELF. D:</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 11 Jun 2008 19:55:46 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Extricate. Intertwine.</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Nostalgia and half-assed thoughts?&quot;&gt;It&apos;s 3 in the morning and I honestly am bored to tears. So much that I&apos;ve resorted to reading my old posts. &lt;i&gt;(Yes, again.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I can&apos;t get over how different I am now. It&apos;s like after Sec 3 I just gradually became a lot more introverted. And just ... generally unhappy. I don&apos;t laugh as much, talk as much, joke as much ... now I&apos;ve just disintegrated into a self-hating, self-pitying, self-absorbed mess. I don&apos;t even &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt; as much. I can feel my brain becoming mush. Honestly. From lack of mental exercise. Everyday is just a constant battle for control and I almost always end up crying. It&apos;s crazy. And unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my mom&apos;s right. I probably am creating too much drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are from &lt;a href=&quot;http://-verbatim.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Sec 2&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;went to sophie&apos;s house with ziying, lynn and huiyi. and uh, of course sophie. oh yeah, before that we stole isabelle&apos;s pasta and ate it all up! :) haha, it&apos;s damn nice lah! and i love sophie&apos;s house. one day i will run away and hide in sophie&apos;s cupboard. and we scared ziying with the twin kiwi birds for the 386547th time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lynn and sophie kept throwing around bras. i had absolutely nothing to do with that. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huiyi was guai the whole time and was studiously revising for geog while we all pored over sophie&apos;s letters. we counted. she has like, 287 letters. and i think i only have about, hmm. 20 or 30? :D failure right? yay. i felt like i was swimming in a pool of letters. :D oh. and i sounded stupid last time when i wrote to sophie. very... bimbotic... ahh. /:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt; today we all felt like slacking. thus, we slacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trisha, sherlyn, mel came over. we played twister. and uhm, sherlyn and trisha decided twister was definitely a bad game to play with guys... because seriously lah, some of the positions were &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; obscene. :D and my right leg has cramps from using it to support my weight too much. twister is fun, but physically exhausting. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they stole my maccaroni. which i can&apos;t spell.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;The new Guider is extremely nice. We were telling dirty jokes and she said, &quot;image!&quot; and &quot;I&apos;ll pretend I didn&apos;t hear anything.&quot; XD&lt;/font&gt; (&lt;b&gt;EILEEN LIN OMG HAHAHA)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;And Huiqi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;IS A BLOODY SADIST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout our lessons today she kept poking and digging and rubbing and touching my bruises and it was super painful. ): Then she kept saying, &quot;Ooh look! Nicole can dance Nicole can dance!&quot; And I was screaming in pain. I... will... get... back... at... her. Like, the next time she falls down, I will &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;intentionally&lt;/span&gt; cause her pain. I SWEAR I WILL.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t even recognise myself. Who is this??? I used to include like a million smileys per sentence and I was funny (kind of) and I said &apos;yay&apos; a lot and my friends were actually &lt;i&gt;friends&lt;/i&gt; and we actually hung out and &lt;i&gt;did things&lt;/i&gt; and it was all fun and it wasn&apos;t strange for me to pepper my sentences with Singlish ... you know what? I really miss everyone. I just really miss everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly am reminded of how during our Jinx&apos;d Coke (hah) sessions we would all chug down our cups of Coke and Sherlyn would let loose horribly loud burps. And her hiccups ... don&apos;t sound like hiccups at all. They honestly sound like burps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always mention 2006 being the the greatest year of all but it was mostly a kind of empty declaration for me ... that is to say, it was just something that was always understood among all of us, but I only just truly realised how &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; I was in &apos;06 now. I think I&apos;m not making much sense here, but ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t even think it&apos;s just myself. Everyone&apos;s sort of watered down these days. We don&apos;t know how to have fun anymore. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay it&apos;s now 4 am. This was a post that made no sense but I&apos;m glad I finally got it out of me. I was hoping for it to be more coherent, but this will have to do until I find the necessary brain cells to string a proper post together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I shouldn&apos;t even be worrying about all this because I should be thinking about finishing my E Maths holiday homework atm. Sigh. (Alright &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;see&lt;/span&gt; this is exactly what I&apos;m talking about. UGH.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 07 Jun 2008 00:17:07 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>HAI GUYS I AM LEAVING FOR MALAYSIA VERY SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have something to confess. This is horrible and most people are going to think I&apos;m a wimp but when I was slowly unpacking all my gifts from farewell yesterday, I really did start bawling. Oh god. I already miss all of you. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to to shout out to the Sec 3s especially because &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; of us were so touched by their efforts, I think everything was so unexpected, but we love all of you. Made me wish we had more interaction with them, because they really are such a sweet bunch. ): NO ONE IS GOING TO SEE THIS, I BET, BUT PLEASE DIRECT THE MESSAGE TO THE SEC 3S - YOU DID A WONDERFUL JOB YESTERDAY AND YOU&apos;LL DO AN EVEN BETTER JOB RUNNING THE COMPANY WE LOOOOOVE YOUUUUUU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m so mushy. Ewz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I always promise posts but this time I &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; post a lengthy one about farewell because it deserves one so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all my gifts. I actually spent close to &lt;i&gt;an hour&lt;/i&gt; arranging everything on top of my dresser and now it looks like I have a Guides shrine. But it&apos;s very pretty. And the souvenir is so pretty. HAHAHA and I tore out a lot of the coloured popsicle sticks because a few dropped off during farewell and I tore out some more to make it look even. I am now pretending that the huge gap is the gate to Candyland. (I. Am. Not. Pathetic.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a good camera, because I know any pictures I take will not do justice to the souvenirs. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is turning out to be a lengthy post in itself. Hahahaha okay I should go pack my pyjamas now. BAI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write individual notes to the Sec 4s during my Malaysia trip. &lt;s&gt;I hope.&lt;/s&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 01 Jun 2008 02:29:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Crescent Campfire &apos;08</title>
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  <description>So last night was the dreaded night of the campfire. This will be brief because I&apos;m tired. (Doesn&apos;t it seem like I&apos;m perpetually tired?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;-nasal voice- We were strangers, starting out on a journey...&quot;&gt;Sec 1 Enrolment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got scolded like crazy. But this happens every year, so no big surprise, I guess. Stood there until my arms and my nose (?!) went numb ... you know that weird pins and needles feeling? And I had to sit down. All the YAs were being super nice about it, though. Thanks. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was extremely hectic, and I don&apos;t know which idiots decided to pull down the shutters linking the Guide den to the foyer, so every time we needed to get something we had to run down, go across the parade square and run up again. Ugh? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was damn funny watching Huiyi dress up. In the end she wore a shiny silver top, shiny gold jeans and her red cape. SO CUTE. And Delia was very nice, I think we were all quite shocked at how much she was willing to help us. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank Vanessa so so so so so so much for being the best partner I could&apos;ve asked for in the whole preparation of the gateway. In many ways, I was seriously incompetent, but she put up with all of that. What, we had like some half-assed idea at the beginning but we managed to somehow morph it into our beautiful tunnel hahaha. (: And thanks as well to all those who helped with everything. Back when it was in its cardboard stages! To putting up the cloth ceiling and tying everything up. And everyone who commented, &quot;It&apos;s beautiful!&quot; ... you really made my day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I&apos;m getting sentimental over something that played quite a minor part in the campfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really think I might start bawling when we throw it away. Even though we haven&apos;t exactly decided how on earth we&apos;re going to pull off that feat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campfire:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WERE SO UNPREPARED. Everyone started coming way earlier than we expected, so Vanessa and I were in our like shirt and shorts and we greeted the first batch - St Marg&apos;s. After that we decided to do a quick change in the Guide den. The reception turned out pretty lacklustre ... we were plannng like candles and balloons but in the end - NO TIME! We kept on trying to stop people from going into the tunnel like 15 people at a time but no one wanted to listen to us and I was just thinking, &quot;Fine, be stubborn. Suffocate in there.&quot; Anyway Amanda Choo, Carissa, Caryn, Debbie and Priya all came to help us out. Loveeee! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA and Carissa contributed her scary Mozart music, to give it a haunted house vibe ... even though that wasn&apos;t what we were really going for, but ah. And I forgot why but we kept on &quot;Ohhhhhhhh&quot;-ing Priya when Barker came. Wtf hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the signatures were quite ... -.- would sum it up, others were laughable, and I think most were written with good intention but alas, when you spell your host as CRESENT, well I have to say, my respect for you as a school immediately drops as a result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We missed the fireball! ): ): ): But I&apos;m sure it turned out well, because we have the best fire people ever. And we missed the first part of the campfire as well, but anyway we all settled down at the first aid table. At first we were all worrying &apos;cos all the schools seemed pretty dead, especially the Guides, but I think along the way the energy level went up? (Energy changes haha okay geek.) Queenstown&apos;s performance was pretty good, very seductive. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m sorry if we stressed you out, emcees, but we were only trying to help. ): Yeah the script was going way too fast so we were all panicking there and trying to decide what on earth to do, so we came up with a couple of games and asked them to add in random songs. I know it was really hard to coordinate but really, kudos to the three of you. You guys did a great job, and I&apos;m really proud. (: I think Barker knew about it and they were being perfect gentlemen, helping us stall, and most of all being so bloody enthusiastic, so thank you thank you. Especially on the emcees&apos; behalf, haha I know Huiyi is very grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone definitely got hyped up by Decoy, we were all laughing like shit at that retarded Cat High guy when he came as Princess Charming. He was like totally topless except for this scrap of cloth over his &apos;boobs&apos;, and we were all commenting on how we was so much curvier than most of us HAHA. Then when they had to play the newspaper game, we were cringing for the poor girl partnered with him because ... um, well, she would have really close contact with his bare skin ... whether she wanted it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at the theme song, we did that rush out to the parade square and hold hands and run in and out. It was totally crazy, we were all screaming like we were insane, and halfway through, we saw that Barker gangshow emcee freestyling to At The Beginning???? I saw Caryn and Huiyi up at the top, they were damn cute. Haha.&amp;nbsp; Afterwards we had to drop everything and do our dance. I WAS SO EXHAUSTED BY HOTLINE. But I gave it my best and I&apos;m sure everyone did as well and I couldn&apos;t really see a thing but I really hope everyone enjoyed it. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aftermath:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will forever remain envious of guys who are able to lift benches over their shoulders &lt;i&gt;by themselves&lt;/i&gt;. I don&apos;t see this at other campfires, but&amp;nbsp; for every single Crescent one, the scouts always help out with the benches. So sweet, haha. Huiyi and I tried to carry one but we looked like we were dying so like two more people had to help us. DAMN, WE&apos;RE LOSER. Cleared everything up, and we ran to and from the foyer about 5 times because we kept on hearing we needed to take photos somewhere but the Ms Lin and Ms Azlin wanted us to clear the gateway so it was UGH SO CONFUSING? Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I&apos;ll wrap this up later. Gotta eat breakfast and have tuition. ): I love all of the Sec 4 Guides.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 13 May 2008 12:48:16 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>P-p-p-panic.</title>
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  <description>Okay, you know what? Screw blogging. Instead, I need to make it through:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;hinese intensive and the shitload of &lt;i&gt;Chinese&lt;/i&gt; homework&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Everyday until the 26th and I already have tons of stuff I owe LHG?&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chem SPA (or rather the knowledge that I &lt;i&gt;forgot to label the axes&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Will mull over it until some new problem replaces this ... most likely the screwing up of Bio SPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bio SPA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;It&apos;s &lt;i&gt;tomorrow&lt;/i&gt; and I haven&apos;t studied ... not like you can study for it. BUT STILL.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mookie&apos;s butt problem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;I don&apos;t know when she&apos;s getting better and I&apos;m very sad.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Results ... dun dun dun dun&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Pleasepleaseplease...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chinese O&apos;s&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;One word! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campfire&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;I really shouldn&apos;t have to care about this anymore.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I type &apos;Chinese&apos;, the less it seems like a word. Okay, now it&apos;s beginning to look foreign. I&apos;m reading it in my head as chee-nees-ay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAVE ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My sister is such a Chinese geek wtf?)</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 11 May 2008 10:15:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Smelliest criminals.</title>
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  <description>Past few days have been exhausting, but in a good way, I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to blog about once I&apos;m less tired:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;987 coming down to school and the Nokia bus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crez Awards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;OSA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walk with Mookie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Can you tell I&apos;m exploiting the list in bullets function &apos;cos I like the way it looks. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. It&apos;s Mother&apos;s Day. I thought it was quite obvious the carnation I bought was for my mom? So I just left it on the kitchen counter. And hours later (and I really mean &lt;i&gt;hours&lt;/i&gt;, like late evening?) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Mom: Eh, who&apos;s the flower for ah?&lt;br /&gt;Me: YOU???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And happy birthday to my sister. :D I haven&apos;t bought her a present, but she understands. ... I guess that&apos;s just always the case when it comes to siblings. Uh... okay. I &lt;i&gt;may&lt;/i&gt; or may not be trying to justify myself being a pathetic excuse of a sister. Haha. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best picture of us (even though I look fat). Okay. It&apos;s the only one without Ziying trying to be atrociously ugly (MOUSTACHE, HANDS COVERING HER ENTIRE FACE, WEIRD ASS FACES), all six of us un-unglam (but still not glam lah), anyone blocked, anyone with their mouths gaping wide open and eyes closed, all of us actually &lt;i&gt;present&lt;/i&gt; ... YEAH WHATEVS YOU GET WHAT I MEAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://img171.imageshack.us/img171/7049/sany0301bi6.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Whoops I made it damn small. I think the gang isn&apos;t photogenic ... but that&apos;s a good thing. Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 08 May 2008 14:39:37 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Sayaw!</title>
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  <description>I&apos;ve just realised what &lt;i&gt;exactly&lt;/i&gt; has been siphoning my money away. C.A. (... don&apos;t want to type it out, my hair will stand) and the talent show thingamajig and Click Five. Which reminds me, I haven&apos;t asked about Saturday yet. My mom is going to kill me. She already near killed me for C.A. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and how exactly am I supposed to be buying my Mother&apos;s Day gift and my sister&apos;s birthday present now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, at Joan&apos;s house we...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched Spongebob. (H and Z burst out laughing a whole 5 seconds after the emcee said: &quot;Ladies and gentle&lt;i&gt;fish&lt;/i&gt;!&quot; ... one, not funny. Two, &lt;i&gt;extremely&lt;/i&gt; delayed reaction?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wowowee&quot;&gt;Wowowee&lt;/a&gt; on The Filipino Channel which was hilarious. Damn amusing. Z was ogling hot Filipino girls ... as usual. And now we know how to say dance in Tagalog now! &quot;Sayaw, darling, sayaw!&quot; (Edit: Shit I totally found &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zsddhlKjKbM&quot;&gt;one of the dances&lt;/a&gt; haha.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched The Take Home Chef. And all decided that we would like to take Curtis Stone home. Oh, he flirts with all the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched While You Were Out which was totally crappy and it was obvious that they had a measly low budget. Okay. PLUS THE GARDEN LOOKED BETTER BEFORE THEY DECIDED TO WRECK IT AND TRANSFORM IT INTO AN IRISH PUB (???).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Realised daytime television sucks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sorry, small interruption: OMG BITTORENT IS DOWNLOADING AT 36 KB/S THIS IS A MIRACLE. I was going to rant about it later in the post but I&apos;m so happy. Zomg! 40 KB/S! There must be something wrong. This is insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Argued about whether or not to go down to play basketball even though Joan&apos;s dad painstakingly pumped the ball the night before.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Annoyed Joan&apos;s sister and brother and maid to death with our hysterics. ):&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Discovered Joan&apos;s karaoke ... thingy.&lt;/b&gt; Which. Was. Super. Hilarious. What other hidden treasures are you keeping from us, Joan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got &lt;b&gt;96/ 100&lt;/b&gt; for singing My Love by Westlife HAHAHA ... hack. Sherlyn and I got 94/ 100 for ABBA&apos;s Dancing Queen... not bad, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Screamed and yelled and shrieked&lt;/s&gt; Sang into the poor saliva-spattered microphones.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flopped around on Joan&apos;s sofa.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went home! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Had interhouse games today. Ziying and I were attempting to pon but we got discovered. So anyway, we joined Shiau Haln and Subha and we were talking about Hwachong / ACS(I) IB/ talking about Ziying&apos;s future (or lack of one HAHA)/ bitching about JOAN/ complimenting Joan/ etc etc etc. Anyway we&apos;re supposed to go with Caiyi and Shiau Haln to watch some chick flick but nothing got decided in the end?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huiyi came over and we did nothing. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHUT BITTORENT IS BACK AT 2 KB/S THIS WILL NOT DO I NEED MY EPISODE 13.................................................... ): Okay. Great. Now it&apos;s at 0. Great.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 06 May 2008 14:03:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Oh, and I forgot!</title>
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  <description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://xc4.xanga.com/e01c906723c35187581566/z144088075.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at KAP studying with the gang. Hahaha I used to be obsessed with those ... and I made the ugliest ones ever. D: Credit for handwriting goes to our resident if-you-need-someone-with-nice-handwriting-to-write-you-something person, Gayle Ow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our crap not-really fortunes (written by Huiyi who was cackling evilly to herself as she scribbled) were strangely accurate!? HAHA. Example: Ziying&apos;s was like &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;You&apos;re disgusting and you have the strangest taste. You have a non-existent neck ... etc.&quot;&lt;/span&gt; Hahah, &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; the part about strange taste, right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edit @ 10.25 pm: &lt;/b&gt;HAHAHAHA. Huiyi&apos;s brother = Guoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Huiyi:&lt;/b&gt; Go fly kite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guoming:&lt;/b&gt; What&apos;s fly kite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Huiyi:&lt;/b&gt; To have sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guoming:&lt;/b&gt; I want to too, but need to find partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guoming is 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edit @ 10.28 pm:&lt;/b&gt; After copying and pasting to Ziying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzziying says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can fufill his sexual needs ~ (ok im kidding really.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHUT.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 06 May 2008 12:22:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>UGH.</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUST. STOP. FEELING. INFERIOR.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I&apos;m going to lug the Wii over to Joan&apos;s place after A Math and we&apos;re all going to stand around her TV (like f00lz) and play Wii Sports. Should bring camera. I need to capture everyone swinging their controls like crazy. Possible scenarios: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) HILARITY &lt;i&gt;or&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;b) We&apos;ll get sick of the Wii in 5 seconds and move onto something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m scared for A Math. PLEASE, I NEED YOU TO COUNT FOR MY MATH IN MY L1R5, BECAUSE I&apos;VE SCREWED MY E MATH OVER. I felt so guilty when Mr Loh stopped me in the canteen today and asked, &quot;Nicole, how was the paper?&quot; ... well I couldn&apos;t possibly tell him, &quot;Well, Mr Loh! The truth is that I didn&apos;t actually really completely totally maybe AT ALL study for E Math so um... IT WAS VERY BAD andplzdunkeelmeifIfail.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can&apos;t imagine myself ... studying for O&apos;s. I just realised that not &lt;i&gt;once&lt;/i&gt; since primary school have I really sat myself down to study. God, I remember the months before PSLE in RGPS. Mock papers after mock papers after mock papers. And I never got sick! Or complained! I was so diligent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Predicted Mid-year Results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English: B4&lt;br /&gt;Chinese: C5&lt;br /&gt;E Math: C6&lt;br /&gt;A Math: C5&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry: C5&lt;br /&gt;Physics: C6&lt;br /&gt;Biology: B4&lt;br /&gt;Literature: C5&lt;br /&gt;History: F9&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies: D7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;* Please note my Combined Humanities HAHAHAHA. Combined grade = E8. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;L1R5: 28 &lt;/b&gt;(Which is 3 times more than the target I set after common tests. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay shall do a side by side comparison of my results once they&apos;re back and you will most likely find no improvement, rather ... many more Es and Fs!!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 04 May 2008 01:58:46 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Songs revisited.</title>
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  <description>&lt;lj-embed id=&quot;8&quot; /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Her single version is better, but this isn&apos;t that bad ... and after all, &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; essentially what fueled her success. She plays the guitar and piano and god knows what else and has made covers of a million songs. (Including &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pXBHqiRcXS8&amp;amp;feature=user&quot;&gt;No Air&lt;/a&gt;!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and this one is pretty awesome too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id=&quot;9&quot; /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don&apos;t know why I&apos;ve suddenly become such a Youtube whore hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO DO PHYSICSSSSSSSSssssssss.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 03 May 2008 18:47:13 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>It really does seem like exams are over. Or rather, feels like I haven&apos;t been taking my mid-years at all this whole time? I&apos;m treating everything like a series of mock tests! Things I can flunk and not have to care about! Which! Is! Really! Not! The! Case!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was out the entire day today, and (needless to say) I haven&apos;t touched my books at all. I AM SO DEAD. It doesn&apos;t help I just can&apos;t get Physics. (Same sentiments seem to be echoing in the J&apos;s and Z&apos;s blogs... hmm.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha Friday was fun. Went out to eat at Pastamania with the gang without Gayle &lt;i&gt;despite&lt;/i&gt; warnings from a certain person about students loitering about in town, when technically all of us should be rushing home the instant we end our papers to study. In our defense ... well, we weren&apos;t really loitering, were we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall just yoink from Ziying&apos;s blog &apos;cos I can&apos;t remember anything. What&apos;s new. :D Modified according to what I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Beware of stupidz&quot;&gt;Joan: I think people who are lactose intolerant are very poor thing. &lt;br /&gt;Sherlyn: They can&apos;t eat all those dairy products.&lt;br /&gt;Huiyi: Ice cream also cannot! Have to eat ice pops.&lt;br /&gt;(Nicole and I were just O.O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Joan: YA CANNOT EVEN EAT POTONG.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Everyone: ???!?!?!??!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherlyn, after looking at everyone else&apos;s plates: Why today everyone eat so fast ah?&lt;br /&gt;Joan: BECAUSE YOU HAVE BEEN EATING THE VEGETABLE GARDEN!!!?? (aka &lt;i&gt;all &lt;/i&gt;of Joan&apos;s veggies - which, according to her, took 1/2 of the entire plate)&lt;br /&gt;Huiyi: Rabbit lor.&lt;br /&gt;Sherlyn: - make some ugly-ass face that does no justice to rabbits around the world -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I think Joan you have a very witty (... eh, I think that&apos;s what she said) sense of humour!&lt;br /&gt;Sherlyn: I think Gayle has a very dry sense of humour!&lt;br /&gt;Nicole: Huiyi and Ziying are like ... slapstick humour lah.&lt;br /&gt;Ziying/ Huiyi: What&apos;s slapstick!&lt;br /&gt;Sherlyn: Mr Bean!!!!1&lt;br /&gt;Ziying/ Huiyi: OMG. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huiyi, picking up the lemon and singing to herself: The cars on the bus go round and round, round and round...&lt;br /&gt;Nicole: &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;CARS&lt;/span&gt; ON THE BUS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA my comment is only on the last one because Ziying pitied me for never being &quot;featured&quot; on anyone&apos;s blogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in class, before we headed off to town, Huiyi made me pissed &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt; so I started whacking her with my Chinese dictionary. Then she made me even more pissed. So, with the frenzied vigour of that of a possessed madwoman&apos;s, I armed myself with 4C1&apos;s broomstick and chased her out of the classroom, past 3C1 and into the grassy area. And I started whacking. Then I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I noticed the entire of 3C1 was staring at the both of us. I then decided to leave Huiyi with dust all over her face. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at Ajisen Ramen for brunch today. And has anyone else actually noticed how all the staff in Ajisen feel the need to scream &quot;IRRASHAIMASEEEEEN&quot; once you enter? Well, I appreciate their wanting to create a ... warm Japanese ambience. But I think they need to be all trained to say it pleasantly and &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; in a way that raises all my arm hair and goosebumps. I swear it&apos;s the most annoying thing ever. My mom kept on sniggering at this man who sounded unfortunately effeminate in his efforts to welcome us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was up in Daiso, I heard this little boy over at the next aisle shouting &quot;MAS SELAMAT! MAS SELAMAT! MAS SELAMAT!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I inched closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;MAS SELAMAT MAS SELAMAT MAS SELAMAT! I WILL CHURN (turn) HIM INTO A...... A...... CHURN (turn) HIM INTO A...... CHURN (turn) HIM INTO......&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;CHURN (turn) HIM INTO A..... A...... A......&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was practically in front of him by this point. Maybe even stooping over him. He repeated his whole &quot;churn (turn) him into a&quot; sequence a few more times. And I was finally rewarded with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;HIPPO!&lt;/font&gt; THEN I WILL CHURN (turn) HIM INTO JAIL! THEN WILL ALL BE VERY HAPPY ONE. VERY HAPPY YOU KNOW?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Brewerkz for dinner,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Geraldine:&lt;/i&gt; I think we inherited a combination of both mommy and daddy&apos;s noses and got the flattest Chinese noses ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nicole:&lt;/i&gt; Yeah, not to mention we got daddy&apos;s triangular nostrils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;G:&lt;/i&gt; Really?! -starts trying to look up everyone&apos;s noses-&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom (mock-indignant):&lt;/i&gt; Excuse me, I do not appreciate you looking up my nostrils?! Stop it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;N:&lt;/i&gt; No, seriously. We&apos;ve all got triangular nostrils except for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mom:&lt;/i&gt; -joins in-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everyone:&lt;/i&gt; -looking up each other&apos;s noses-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my sister and I were in the midst of a heated gossipy conversation about this group of girls diagonally behind me. Basically, they looked about my age &lt;i&gt;but&lt;/i&gt; they dressed super slutty and they had heaps of eyeliner on. Okay, we yakked on and on and on and I kept on sneaking peeks of them (and it was super obvious because I had to turn my head). Then my dad started teasing (and maybe because he was partly annoyed by his two gossipy daughters) and offered, &quot;Do you want to exchange seats with me or not...?&quot; I was like, &quot;No thanks it&apos;s alright hahaha.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then&lt;/i&gt; he got out of his seat and attempted to drag me out of the chair. And he almost succeeded, because he managed to lift me up and was about to start dragging me across. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moral of the story: Keep girly gossip away from your dad&apos;s ears, lest he tries to embarrass you in public.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT it&apos;s almost 3 am. Omg omg omg omg omg. Anyway I&apos;m going to bring you guise to Brewerkz for my birthday dinner &apos;cos it&apos;s awesome all that shiat. Goodbye and oh go look for Marie Digby&apos;s cover of Umbrella on Youtube because it&apos;s wicked kewlllllll (and 5894754357 times better than Rihanna&apos;s version god I can&apos;t stand her voice).</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 01 May 2008 12:19:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>You&apos;ll be my American boy.</title>
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  <description>&lt;i&gt;She don&apos;t believe in shooting stars&lt;br /&gt;But she believe in shoes and cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I recall, you love to show off&lt;br /&gt;But I never thought you would take it this far&lt;br /&gt;What do I know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashing lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am obsessed with this song. And I was really struck by the video. I&apos;ve watched it more than 8 times now. And if all you see is the jiggling boobs and the fat ass, well... isn&apos;t that just sad. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id=&quot;4&quot; /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Edit: Hahaha it&apos;s funny how the preview image &lt;i&gt;has&lt;/i&gt; to be a full-frontal view of Rita G post-strip.)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it&apos;s funny how being misunderstood makes you see everything else in a different light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don&apos;t know how to make people understand anymore.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 29 Apr 2008 09:45:40 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The Tibet issue. And other stuff.</title>
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  <description>Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read &lt;a href=&quot;http://noolympics.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;1&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href=&quot;http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/4/21/focus/21013206&amp;amp;sec=focus&quot;&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;. I decided it was high time I read up on this, because the whole thing was splashed all over the news and still no one really knows a thing. God, we&apos;re pretty ignorant, aren&apos;t we? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I don&apos;t have anything remotely intelligent to contribute to all this, I&apos;ll just continue to observe. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS SBQ today was very interesting. Regarding the effects of globalisation on China - negative implications or more advantageous? Not to mention it&apos;s closely linked to the issue at hand, haha. Human rights, civil rights, sweatshop labourers, etc. Oh, I&apos;m going to die like a chicken for SEQ. ): Bio was ... mm, okay. It would&apos;ve been better if I had actually &lt;i&gt;studied&lt;/i&gt;, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, apparently American Apparel is sweatshop-free ... but then again its owner sexually harrasses his employees? Isn&apos;t that ... a little ironical. Not to mention all of AA&apos;s photos look like mediocre pornography. Okay, no quoting me or anything, because I&apos;m pulling all this out of my ass at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post-googling: God, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/14082498/&quot;&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is so creepy. Great, I lost my link to this page where there was a whole bunch of articles on AA and on what a perv Dov Charney is. There was a video of two girls and a guy going down to a store to try on clothes from AA; they were trying to prove how AA clothes can&apos;t look good on anyone. And they succeeded. In my eyes, at least. Srsly goosebump-inducing. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I don&apos;t know why I&apos;m rubbishing (Xuejing&apos;s favourite word = rubbish) so much about AA. I think it&apos;s from lurking too much on &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;off_wiwt&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://community.livejournal.com/off_wiwt/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;16&apos; height=&apos;16&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://community.livejournal.com/off_wiwt/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;off_wiwt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I think I have a massive girl-crush on Keri Hilson w-w-wait WAIT WHY ARE TWO SOULJA BOY SONGS ON THE HIP HOP CHART. Goooood noooooo I don&apos;t think I can listen to his/ their (god I don&apos;t even know if they&apos;re supposed to be a band or what, because there are always 5438957 of them who all look the same in their videos doing the same stupid dance) songs without getting some kind of aneurysm. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;HAHA MOOKIE JUST SCOOTED ONE ROUND AROUND THE TABLE ON HER BUTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edit @ 5.59 PM:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.xanga.com/thebroccoliwasdone/654546072/item.html&quot;&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; was today. And:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;+&lt;/b&gt; Me leaving my wallet in the bus. I&apos;m still pretty upset about it, yes. I FEEL SO STUPID ASDFGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;+&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;N:&lt;/b&gt; - smiles weirdly after making strange comment -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;S:&lt;/b&gt; You look like your sister when you smile like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;N:&lt;/b&gt; Oh shit, her freaky smile. ): (&apos;Cos trust me, it&apos;s not a compliment to be smiling like my sister... HAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;H:&lt;/b&gt; - nearly spits out drink - WHAT DID YOU SAY???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;N &amp;amp; S: &lt;/b&gt;- baffled -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;S: &lt;/b&gt;- repeats -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;H:&lt;/b&gt; I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU WERE ATTRACTED TO HER. SOME MORE YOU WERE SMILING AT HER LOVINGLY (she was &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt;) AND EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;+&lt;/b&gt; I had to practise being ego but I only ever turn red. Huiyi says it&apos;s very loser. I think so too. I&apos;ll just stick to being modest, huh? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;+&lt;/b&gt; Joan and Ziying were very disgusting today ... ... ... ... ... ... I honestly didn&apos;t know they had it in them. YOU GUYS DON&apos;T NEED NO SELF-HELP BOOKS, YOU CAN FLATTER YOURSELVES WELL ENOUGH!!!11 And then Joan taught me how to pronounce &apos;grostesque&apos;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;+&lt;/b&gt; Other funny lame stuff only we would be able to understand but as usual I can&apos;t rememberrrrrrrrr ugh. ):</description>
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