<?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-6052854411676517454</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:15:08.145+08:00</updated><category term='New goal: To keep myself awake during lessons'/><category term='shut out from the world'/><title type='text'>blackvelvetroses</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>152</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052854411676517454.post-6983038814231054442</id><published>2008-10-20T15:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T18:11:49.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved</title><content type='html'>If it isn't obvious enough, I've moved :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://paperatestone.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://paperatestone.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-6983038814231054442?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6983038814231054442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=6983038814231054442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/6983038814231054442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/6983038814231054442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/10/moved.html' title='Moved'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-5353904945597217900</id><published>2008-09-04T20:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T20:57:09.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair-pulling frustration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4CglTnuP05k/SL_aeeD6YMI/AAAAAAAAAhc/s1fGc8wX5o0/s1600-h/Study_by_break_my_heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242148708282949826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4CglTnuP05k/SL_aeeD6YMI/AAAAAAAAAhc/s1fGc8wX5o0/s320/Study_by_break_my_heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I. Am. So. Gna. &lt;strong&gt;Fail&lt;/strong&gt;. Finals :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-5353904945597217900?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5353904945597217900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=5353904945597217900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/5353904945597217900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/5353904945597217900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/09/hair-pulling-frustration.html' title='Hair-pulling frustration'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_4CglTnuP05k/SL_aeeD6YMI/AAAAAAAAAhc/s1fGc8wX5o0/s72-c/Study_by_break_my_heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052854411676517454.post-5156890937048923035</id><published>2008-09-03T17:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T17:13:42.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candles for ducky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHREYA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehheh, had to yell at her for not reminding me 'bout the Nike Race, missing th BLG's (!) gig, after the birthday greeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newyork, newyork date soon alright, sweetie? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-5156890937048923035?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5156890937048923035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=5156890937048923035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/5156890937048923035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/5156890937048923035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/09/candles-for-ducky.html' title='Candles for ducky'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-2914670975647284512</id><published>2008-09-01T18:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T18:07:21.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking By</title><content type='html'>It's about the nights we spent&lt;br /&gt;Locked up inside your room&lt;br /&gt;It's about the morning breaking&lt;br /&gt;Always just a bit too soon&lt;br /&gt;It's about the way you're scared&lt;br /&gt;Baby, just maybe I'm aware&lt;br /&gt;This is what you need 'cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time you walk in the room&lt;br /&gt;Can't help myself&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;Hit the mic, a quick check&lt;br /&gt;One, two singing out my lungs&lt;br /&gt;Just to reach you&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;And I keep my cool one more time&lt;br /&gt;And you just keep on walking by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take a day to tell myself&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna end up fine&lt;br /&gt;It's all part of some master plan&lt;br /&gt;We're all a little lost inside&lt;br /&gt;Even if i run right now&lt;br /&gt;Swore you off&lt;br /&gt;I'd still come back somehow&lt;br /&gt;And here I am now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take a day to soak you in&lt;br /&gt;For a while&lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging on the best I can&lt;br /&gt;Let go&lt;br /&gt;Cause maybeif I felt it once&lt;br /&gt;Then I could somehow feel it again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-2914670975647284512?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052854411676517454.post-2509505219582733249</id><published>2008-08-28T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:52:35.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crushed</title><content type='html'>Very disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't concentrate in class, grades plummeting like air jet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could only get worse, absobloodylutely sure of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-2509505219582733249?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2509505219582733249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-6052854411676517454.post-2510516582859279183</id><published>2008-08-26T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:36:50.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pouring coins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I’ve gone too far to turn it back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't resist stepping into Times today when I was at Plaza Sing restocking craft materials for Teachers' Day. Saw this book that I really really wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright now, the book cost 17 bucks and i've got only a ten and a two dollar notes. What's demented was that I literally fished out all the coins I had in the coin compartment and realised I've got only 16.9 bucks. Sweet, superb luck I've had today. In the end found a measly 10 cent coin stuck in the corner of the other compartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh so, brought the book and the 2 notes, clenching onto the handful of coin to the counter. Basically, the lady behind the counter, not to mentioned 4 other customers behind the queue had their eyes boring onto me as I release the grip and at least 40 coins fell onto the table which half of them contains tiny weeny bronze 5cent coins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady called for assistance (can you believe it?!?) and both of them started counting the coins and told me it was short of 15 cents and asked, "Do you have an extra 15 cents?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me pathetic, but I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it was found squashed under the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in short, what I'm trying to say here is that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I basically had the most mortifying day of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, managed to keep myself awake throughout lessons for the first time since school reopens. :D YAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-2510516582859279183?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2510516582859279183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=2510516582859279183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/2510516582859279183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/2510516582859279183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/08/pouring-coins_26.html' title='Pouring coins'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-336783177846045572</id><published>2008-08-25T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T20:58:11.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big City Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A Lifetime of your crushes and broken dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to figure that out but meanwhile ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't notice already, I actually bothered to change my skin. I think this look better doesn't it? The flamboyant colours and everything, pretty much create the appropriate ambiance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really anticipating the coming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt; holidays. Aye, lets see ... Lunch date with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shreya&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;New york&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;New york&lt;/span&gt;! , trips down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kinokuniya&lt;/span&gt;/libraries, Gossip Girl Season 2. Those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;' stuff that could get my heart palpitating like god knows what. And of course, judging from my grades these days, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; probably have to draw out some study plans that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; neglect in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;, pity they don't have an award for the biggest procrastinator of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No really, I remembered once, I told myself at 10am: "I'll use the net for 2 hours and proceed to the stupid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; essays. Get it over and done with."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1230, "I'll finish looking up this song first" ... and ended up checking out all the rest of the artists on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1500 ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1600 ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1700 ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrote my fist word at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;approximately&lt;/span&gt; 1730.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, I'm pretty much used to it, although it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; very healthy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; it?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;wna&lt;/span&gt; thank Jenny for the Ultraviolet mp3! Spent at least an hour searching for it and damn torrent (my last resort) can't even make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging! Think I've read the book 3/4 years ago. My memory of the plot's pretty vague &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;cept&lt;/span&gt;' the fact that the words "sex god" appeared at least a hundred times. How Georgia's mind worked, I haven't got a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;, think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; go and read up some SS, attempt a couple of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;trigo&lt;/span&gt;-call-me-a-nightmare questions and study &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; vocabs for tomorrow's test (gags)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, that's ever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;gna&lt;/span&gt; happen ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-336783177846045572?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/336783177846045572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=336783177846045572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/336783177846045572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/336783177846045572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/08/big-city-dreams.html' title='Big City Dreams'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-2074460586314864793</id><published>2008-08-24T21:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T21:40:09.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast Times At Barrington High</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Paul Vajak, Breakfast At Tiffany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/a/a5/Ftabhtai.jpg/626px-Ftabhtai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" height="154" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/a/a5/Ftabhtai.jpg/626px-Ftabhtai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their new album is pretty good I must say.&lt;br /&gt;Especially ...&lt;br /&gt;Automatic Eyes&lt;br /&gt;About the Girl&lt;br /&gt;Rumored Nights :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, gna start doin' some filing for maths.&lt;br /&gt;Damn my luck D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-2074460586314864793?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2074460586314864793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=2074460586314864793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/2074460586314864793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/2074460586314864793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/08/fast-times-at-barrington-high.html' title='Fast Times At Barrington High'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-2341535720497270775</id><published>2008-08-19T21:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:24:10.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultraviolet</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pmqi21YMJP4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pmqi21YMJP4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="370" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That fire you ignited&lt;br /&gt;Good, bad and undecided&lt;br /&gt;Burns when I stand beside it&lt;br /&gt;Your light is ultraviolet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THIS SONG SO SO SO MUCH&lt;br /&gt;and all I need is the mp3 file D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-2341535720497270775?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2341535720497270775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=2341535720497270775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/2341535720497270775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/2341535720497270775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/08/ultraviolet.html' title='Ultraviolet'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-5049710592153922858</id><published>2008-08-18T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T22:35:02.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag replies</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;5 August&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jon&lt;/strong&gt;: Yup, all done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jolene&lt;/strong&gt;: I've no idea too, more organised perhaps? I just need a reason to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7 August&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ziqin&lt;/strong&gt;: Linkin Park's alright. Do love a couple of songs out of their new album though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jiayu:&lt;/strong&gt; YUP, him! How do you know :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9 August&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weijie:&lt;/strong&gt; I know, did some catch up today didnt we? Any events coming up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wenhui:&lt;/strong&gt; Those dudes are a bunch of bad influence babe. Ah, how could you ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jolene:&lt;/strong&gt; Tell Zuxiang to promote me. Junior ranking is shitzx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10 August&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jon:&lt;/strong&gt; Maybe a little of both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Germaine&lt;/strong&gt;: Hey there :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;12 August&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xinhao:&lt;/strong&gt; I did, buy me some time, Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ryan:&lt;/strong&gt; GG's nice lah. "Damn that mother-chucker" Woots, gotta love Blair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristal:&lt;/strong&gt; Got that from the BD preface. Thought it was cool and downright true. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;13 August&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jolene:&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks babe, you know I love you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NIL:&lt;/strong&gt; You wont be so lucky next time man. You and ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;14 August&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ziqin:&lt;/strong&gt; Yup, it's kinda confusing but you'll get use to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weijie:&lt;/strong&gt; Bad cheeky weijie, did such a bad deed and never get guilty HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;15 August&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meixin:&lt;/strong&gt; Like always ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;16 August&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ziqin and Jon:&lt;/strong&gt; I'll do that i i've the time, but chances are almost zilch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;18 August&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeremy and Wenhui:&lt;/strong&gt; I think my board have become some interaction/ communication line between both of you. :D It's heartening to know ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-5049710592153922858?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5049710592153922858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=5049710592153922858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/5049710592153922858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/5049710592153922858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/08/tag-replies.html' title='Tag replies'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-515363072119166035</id><published>2008-08-18T21:43:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T22:19:20.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back on full swing</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't been updating, I can't promise it'll get better but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; try here and then. So firstly, let me give you people a big wet sloppy kiss for keeping the board alive :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; update the picture blog some time later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks Jenny for the adorable mechanical pencil.&lt;br /&gt;She's officially my personal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt; now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been tough. Am still dozing off in class, it's a whole lot better &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I did try very hard to reserve those heavy-eyelids moments in transition periods. But still ... Results &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hadn't&lt;/span&gt; been excellent either. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Gna&lt;/span&gt; flunk the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;frigging&lt;/span&gt; physics mock SPA for certain and then , there's the Biology test. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End-of-years are coming. I always thought I put my grades and studies on top of the list. Apparently, I'm probably having second doubts now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, so many things to do, so little time ...&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, there's these whole lot of chick flicks I'm so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;gna&lt;/span&gt; catch! Dates people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235857643557936498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4CglTnuP05k/SKmAyTrI3XI/AAAAAAAAAgE/-PBIKjaE9YQ/s320/200px-Prom_Night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Out in Theatres, what's needed now is time and guts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235857564763600578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4CglTnuP05k/SKmAtuJGtsI/AAAAAAAAAf8/AyqHnkrCXww/s320/Wild_child_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13 November 08, Never missed any of Emma Roberts' film&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235857707501110882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4CglTnuP05k/SKmA2B4YRmI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Ibyad4GmLik/s320/395px-Angus_thongs_and_perfect_snogging_2008_feature_film_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18 December 08, Really anticipating this one. HOT British accents !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235857773630593506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CglTnuP05k/SKmA54O4GeI/AAAAAAAAAgU/LH_jFbaQ2Sc/s320/twilight-movie-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;25 December 08, this one too! :D Heard that it may be released 3 weeks earlier than planned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And rumours says that Half Blood &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Prince'd&lt;/span&gt; been pushed back to next summer? &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-515363072119166035?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/515363072119166035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=515363072119166035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/515363072119166035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/515363072119166035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-back-on-full-swing.html' title='I&apos;m back on full swing'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_4CglTnuP05k/SKmAyTrI3XI/AAAAAAAAAgE/-PBIKjaE9YQ/s72-c/200px-Prom_Night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052854411676517454.post-2183962297057298275</id><published>2008-08-12T21:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:23:49.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life sucks, and then you die</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LAURA &amp; CLARA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, though Laura refuses to tag, I know she's reading this.&lt;br /&gt;Bad Jenny gave her spoilers today :D Aww, what's worse than knowing who Jacob imprinted on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy! Busy! Busy!&lt;br /&gt;School work's plummeting, and hell knows why I'm staying in for movies on weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention going shopping for books and mags.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I really have to do the damn titration worksheet which I don't have the slightest clue how to ... , finished up maths and start Biology revision already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, I think I'll need just a teeny weeny 5 mins to swoon over my Greek god :D&lt;br /&gt;Go figure out yourself before I bore you will the whole celebrity talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update and reply tags some other time. Love you people (:&lt;br /&gt;Shit, it's already 9 -friggin 42&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-2183962297057298275?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2183962297057298275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=2183962297057298275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/2183962297057298275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/2183962297057298275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-sucks-and-then-you-die.html' title='Life sucks, and then you die'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-9131273136961102848</id><published>2008-08-10T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T12:18:17.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unintended, Muse</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;You could be my unintended &lt;br /&gt;Choice to live my life extended &lt;br /&gt;You could be the one I'll always love &lt;br /&gt;You could be the one who listens to my deepest inquisitions &lt;br /&gt;You could be the one I'll always love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there as soon as I can &lt;br /&gt;But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there was the one who challenged &lt;br /&gt;All my dreams and all my balance &lt;br /&gt;She could never be as good as you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be my unintended &lt;br /&gt;Choice to live my life extended &lt;br /&gt;You should be the one I'll always love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there as soon as I can &lt;br /&gt;But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-9131273136961102848?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/9131273136961102848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=9131273136961102848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/9131273136961102848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/9131273136961102848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/08/unintended-muse.html' title='Unintended, Muse'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-7423446943985853959</id><published>2008-08-05T21:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:53:23.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Checkmate</title><content type='html'>Boohoo. I hate school. I know, I bet you do too.&lt;br /&gt;Finishing Breaking Dawn's first on my list. 500+ pages more to go!&lt;br /&gt;Like how I ditched revision of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Emaths&lt;/span&gt; test yesterday night and stayed in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; to finish up the first few chapters. That's why to summarize today's test in a word, I wouldn't have a pretty wide range of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know, I actually feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nonchalant&lt;/span&gt; about it. And that's what's really killing me inside. I would have prefer myself to be paranoid in any case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, I'm officially an active member of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ACLC&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;Betcha don't know what it is, its - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;top secret&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This teaches teachers not to be mean to students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;blog's&lt;/span&gt; officially up. Will probably update more often than how I treat this shit blog here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last note, Cam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Gigandet&lt;/span&gt; (James) is too hot to play the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;villain&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's all wrong ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-7423446943985853959?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7423446943985853959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=7423446943985853959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/7423446943985853959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/7423446943985853959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/08/checkmate.html' title='Checkmate'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-7744254630312505323</id><published>2008-08-01T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T22:49:27.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth that matter</title><content type='html'>Removed the previous gossip girl videos from the blog cuz it's really bugging me when I first opened the window and there these 2 big fat boxes, hell unsightly. But anyway, to begin with, I doubt hardly anyone bothers to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, "Damn that mother-chucker!" I like it, that's so Blair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I wna go Singfest so badly ... but I'm pretty broke already. A hundred and fifty bucks, if only time machine would bring me back to two months ago :D Think I've really spend twice as much these couple of months. But Simple Plan and Melee's gna be there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I've just checked the pre-ordered forms and realised that BD would only be released in Singapore on the 4th and not tomorrow. So much for the weekend anticipation, ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, I really need to finish up some stupid physics questions.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, picture/mobile blog's already done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bringontheshackles.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.bringontheshackles.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No point visiting yet cuz it's practically blank. But it should be up in a couple of weeks' time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-7744254630312505323?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7744254630312505323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=7744254630312505323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/7744254630312505323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/7744254630312505323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/08/truth-that-matter.html' title='Truth that matter'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-8414277163486102466</id><published>2008-07-28T21:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:20:01.478+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New goal: To keep myself awake during lessons'/><title type='text'>Antidote</title><content type='html'>The moment I heard this song from Sheryl's blog, I was hooked.&lt;br /&gt;It's probably one of the sweetest song I've came across recently.&lt;br /&gt;But ah, I couldn't find the download link anywhere on net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I hate short and random posts. Might start a picture blog anytime from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, seriously, I'm going now. Trigo's a nightmare. I thought nothing could be worse than moles. Apparently, it's too early to judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 days to Breaking Dawn! YAY&lt;br /&gt;And uh, I just realised the much anticipated Thunder video by BLG's alr out on net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye world, I'm real lazy to reply tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Ed (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-8414277163486102466?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8414277163486102466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=8414277163486102466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/8414277163486102466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/8414277163486102466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/07/antidote.html' title='Antidote'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-7076832645854774866</id><published>2008-07-26T18:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T18:22:42.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday Jonathan! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I'm so nice lah, unlike you, always bully me. Not bias okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, gotta run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-7076832645854774866?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7076832645854774866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=7076832645854774866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/7076832645854774866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/7076832645854774866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-jonathan-d-see-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-1231114774565080497</id><published>2008-07-24T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T21:04:29.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bring on the shackles - I'm your prisoner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've plenty of homework, but I'll blog first :D&lt;br /&gt;Actually, nothing much, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Laura's reaction to the fire drill today was hell funny. The first thing that inundated others' mind obviously was to escape right? Laura put her books before her life. Everyone came down empty-handed except her clutching onto the super thick Eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me of the Rugby player joke all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z, anyway, lost my phone &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. Fingers crossed that it's in Laura's car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-1231114774565080497?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1231114774565080497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=1231114774565080497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/1231114774565080497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/1231114774565080497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/07/9-days.html' title='9 days!'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-452976157477783465</id><published>2008-07-21T21:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:02:54.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shut out from the world'/><title type='text'>Who are you?</title><content type='html'>Judging from these couple of weeks, I think I'm turning into a monster. No, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've been getting less than 5 hours of sleep everyday.&lt;br /&gt;2. I've been caught sleeping during class for 3 consecutive times within a week.&lt;br /&gt;3. I've hardly been paying attention in class at all.&lt;br /&gt;4. My results are slipping away, drastically mind you.&lt;br /&gt;5. After reading the loves' blogs, I realised how much I've missed them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, it's like everybody, everything has go on without waiting for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-452976157477783465?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/452976157477783465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=452976157477783465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/452976157477783465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/452976157477783465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/07/who-are-you.html' title='Who are you?'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-3145881182090759279</id><published>2008-07-16T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:01:11.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Edward!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Elviyo89RSc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Elviyo89RSc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww, not the actual trailer I thought it might be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-3145881182090759279?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3145881182090759279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=3145881182090759279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/3145881182090759279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/3145881182090759279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/07/go-edward.html' title='Go Edward!'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-1049723135483749508</id><published>2008-07-15T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T21:10:16.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter's the best medicine</title><content type='html'>Haha, I just remembered something - Laura the future rugby player (:&lt;br /&gt;Got me on laughter marathon yesterday for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today Shreya just amused me with her "Things to do before I die" list.&lt;br /&gt;List 1.1 No 3 reads : "To have a pair of twins just like Zack and Cody"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-1049723135483749508?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1049723135483749508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=1049723135483749508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/1049723135483749508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/1049723135483749508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/07/laughters-best-medicine.html' title='Laughter&apos;s the best medicine'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-7572037764105500806</id><published>2008-07-15T20:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:34:51.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone with the wind</title><content type='html'>First thing first,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YISHENG&lt;/span&gt; AND JERRY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went out with section - Jeremy, Faith and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Scotts&lt;/span&gt; last Sunday to a trip down to Singapore Zoo and Night Safari for some purposes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha, we asked the lady gave us permission to go into the gift shop without paying for the entrance fee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; Faith &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wna&lt;/span&gt; get the magnetic monkey plush toy. In fact she bought 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, then we visited a couple of shops down at Night Safari before heading back to town for dinner! Jerry decides to play Mr-Nice-Guy and treated us to ice-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kachang&lt;/span&gt;, which is way unlike him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part was teasing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Scotts&lt;/span&gt; about W----E &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; we mentioned that, his face went beetroot, made him looks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; adorable when he blushed. But it's only that split second his annoyance ebbed away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was Great, after 1530 that's it. Out to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kallang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt; and celebrated Jerry's birthday with section. Got him a cake and a card that reads "Happy F--king Birthday" Meant to be a joke alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;. Pictures of these events!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223226054111333570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CglTnuP05k/SHygbCDfDMI/AAAAAAAAAeo/FzQpr4631-M/s320/DSC01042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223224369240760322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4CglTnuP05k/SHye49bCYAI/AAAAAAAAAd4/tyl2BiMdSdo/s320/DSC01043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223224534233618354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CglTnuP05k/SHyfCkEZl7I/AAAAAAAAAeA/f5xyFslrHUU/s320/DSC01041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223224662176870578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CglTnuP05k/SHyfKAscsLI/AAAAAAAAAeI/YCDxjd2vP50/s320/DSC01045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223224843555533842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4CglTnuP05k/SHyfUkYfdBI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/ocJP3y1rBKM/s320/DSC01046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223224906541582002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4CglTnuP05k/SHyfYPBiRrI/AAAAAAAAAeY/RvDghy1Y3GY/s320/DSC01047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223225304352542194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CglTnuP05k/SHyfvY_DzfI/AAAAAAAAAeg/fZdbVpGqMAU/s320/DSC01048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-7572037764105500806?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7572037764105500806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=7572037764105500806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/7572037764105500806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/7572037764105500806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/07/gone-with-wind.html' title='Gone with the wind'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_4CglTnuP05k/SHygbCDfDMI/AAAAAAAAAeo/FzQpr4631-M/s72-c/DSC01042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052854411676517454.post-2768694777819994039</id><published>2008-07-12T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T23:27:43.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So close</title><content type='html'>National Band Competition - Super high Silver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, to get gold you need 80 at least and we got a friggin 79.17.&lt;br /&gt;Judges was so-not-generous please.&lt;br /&gt;People are disappointed (&amp;amp; pissed) but uh, Mr Wong was satisfied so ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, was pretty hell nervous but I think Under The Flag was the best I've played during this couple of weeks. Merry Widow was the same, but uh, wasn't happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to get sleep now so bye people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-2768694777819994039?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2768694777819994039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=2768694777819994039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/2768694777819994039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/2768694777819994039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-close.html' title='So close'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-2551475716703781282</id><published>2008-07-10T20:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T20:41:04.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jigsaw</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Why does everything have to be so docking complicated?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-2551475716703781282?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2551475716703781282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=2551475716703781282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/2551475716703781282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/2551475716703781282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/07/jigsaw.html' title='Jigsaw'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-5142392512301014055</id><published>2008-07-08T22:30:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:34:52.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Left me with a burn</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whenever I see knurd, my stomach did this stupid flip before I cursed, "Dammit, why does he have to be so dementedly smart?" It's like a robot behind human mask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned how much I disliked my new hair-cut? Although people claimed that it still looks the same. But I look so toot-shitxz now and moreover the rubber band kept slipping off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, this shall be quick cuz' I've got chemistry waiting for me. Premonition of nightmare - moles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went out with many many people yesterday. Lunched (Pizza Hut!) and bowled at Marina Square in celebration of Florence's late birthday. Had tons of fun and hilarious moments esp watching Zuxiang bowled. All his silly stupid styles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220654540459992898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CglTnuP05k/SHN9pPMl50I/AAAAAAAAAcw/r3TMtkK0E5o/s320/DSC01027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Guess the couple (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220654632077402722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4CglTnuP05k/SHN9ukf4omI/AAAAAAAAAc4/PAuJGxu5BDQ/s320/DSC01029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From left to right : The clown, the cow and the butt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220654762693432162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4CglTnuP05k/SHN92LFLE2I/AAAAAAAAAdA/suoFOuFEBlI/s320/DSC01030.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Go anywhere near me and you're a dead man!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220657836121781986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CglTnuP05k/SHOApEfl9uI/AAAAAAAAAdo/EgfF2HRAYsM/s320/DSC01031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Zuxiang get carried by Weijie, Lowell and Wei Kian I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220656922927693106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CglTnuP05k/SHN_z6lJ_TI/AAAAAAAAAdg/tRZd8MnXos8/s320/DSC01025.JPG" border="0" /&gt; My pretty ladies - Qian Yun and Rui Shan :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Waiting for Qianyun to upload the ones in her camera so i'll be able to upload more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here to thank her in advance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-5142392512301014055?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5142392512301014055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=5142392512301014055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/5142392512301014055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/5142392512301014055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/07/left-me-with-burn.html' title='Left me with a burn'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_4CglTnuP05k/SHN9pPMl50I/AAAAAAAAAcw/r3TMtkK0E5o/s72-c/DSC01027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052854411676517454.post-3053376467684984235</id><published>2008-07-07T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T20:42:16.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate school</title><content type='html'>Back again tomorrow cuz right now, I'm way exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;And screw you Physics, no doubt gna flunk that tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-3053376467684984235?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3053376467684984235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=3053376467684984235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/3053376467684984235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/3053376467684984235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-again-tomorrow-cuz-right-now-im.html' title='I hate school'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-1719711008887166603</id><published>2008-07-03T20:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T21:30:45.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell the time to stop</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to blog, but I think the 5 people flooding me on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;msn&lt;/span&gt; right now has done a pretty good job in preventing me to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to upload pictures (esp the one with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rina's&lt;/span&gt; face covered by Mr Smiley). However, I've saved in the wrong folder so ... damn, I bet you 5 bucks that if she's reading this, she'll be gloating all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons have been pretty monotonous. Kay, so obviously I've nothing to share right? Right, skip...skip...skip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I literally screwed O level &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; Oral. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;paiseh&lt;/span&gt; can, I ask the examiner three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;frigging&lt;/span&gt; times to repeat what's polytechnic called in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt;. Besides, I kept stuttering and pausing each time to rummage my brain for appropriate vocabs which turns out not-so-appropriate each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went out with Jo and Rina after school. Took me at least 10 calls and a tiring round to get to them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; initially, I felt horrible about cancelling on them but today's meeting was cancelled so, thank god. Another outing next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;! There's Physics test on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;. But guess what? That measly paper can wait. Ha, I'm beginning to sound like one of the non&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;chalant&lt;/span&gt; ones already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z, by the way, I've spent over 150 bucks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;solely&lt;/span&gt; on this week.&lt;br /&gt;Stocking on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; materials (the summer stocks are lip-smacking good) and presents (:&lt;br /&gt;And wait, the best part : Have already &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-ordered Breaking Dawn. And after that, my wallet's basically empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;, the love of my life's on his way. (Screams Edward!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan's "Do you want to start a sharing folder?" pop up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;msgs&lt;/span&gt; every 5 minutes is regularly flooding my screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan wants to be mentioned,&lt;br /&gt;So here goes ... Beware of his cheek-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;pulling&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;' naughty acts :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, he reminds me of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Weijie&lt;/span&gt;, so cheeky luh! Right &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Weijie&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run now, The Foundation by Collin Andrews' possessed heroin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-1719711008887166603?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1719711008887166603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=1719711008887166603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/1719711008887166603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/1719711008887166603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/07/tell-time-to-stop.html' title='Tell the time to stop'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-8060216938438673744</id><published>2008-07-02T21:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:28:01.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No words to convey</title><content type='html'>I need assurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Today'd&lt;/span&gt; been fun.&lt;br /&gt;Dissection of sheep's heart plus those funny moments with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;committee&lt;/span&gt; after band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z, wish I could blog more, but apparently, homework/tests are waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KNURD'S AS CUTE AS EVER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-8060216938438673744?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8060216938438673744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=8060216938438673744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/8060216938438673744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/8060216938438673744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-words-to-convey.html' title='No words to convey'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-5862984729351269175</id><published>2008-06-29T17:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T18:20:42.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever done something and regretted it forthwith?</title><content type='html'>Because I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, dont think i'll blog tomorrow so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY FLORENCE, YOU FUNNY WOO :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigbig love from meee (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn, I hate to admit it, but school really stinks. Thought weekend would have been a slight reward but apparently, they always ahve something in stock for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really behind with schoolwork. Have been constantly dozing off in class esp Chemistry and Physics. I don't know, it's like I don't have the motivation to study anymore. Ptff, I hate myself for that. And Olevel Chinese Oral's 2 days away. No doubt gna screw it, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really plenty of work for me to do, and it's depriving me of my freedom. I hope that others will be able to understand my plight, and quit putting me into a far cry worse position than I'm already in now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hate me for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was never in your league and never will be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-5862984729351269175?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5862984729351269175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=5862984729351269175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/5862984729351269175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/5862984729351269175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/06/have-you-ever-done-something-and.html' title='Have you ever done something and regretted it forthwith?'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-3573625756954833426</id><published>2008-06-26T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T21:15:37.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worn-out</title><content type='html'>Z, dead tired. slept through 2 hrs of chemistry plus an hour of literature. yay me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-3573625756954833426?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3573625756954833426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=3573625756954833426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/3573625756954833426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/3573625756954833426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/06/worn-out.html' title='Worn-out'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-2999065125613613736</id><published>2008-06-24T17:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T18:14:12.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss me?</title><content type='html'>I'm back from Beijing and guess what? I'll take my words back now cuz' damn it alright, I enjoyed myself so much. Haha, was hoping that the flight wiill be delayed cuz i wna stay for another day. So much for coming back to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my phone bill's gna hit at least a hundred this month.&lt;br /&gt;Sent 71 blank msgs to Adeline(first on my phonebook) during the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day: Flight&lt;br /&gt;Second day: Sightseeing in the morning, instrumental workshop, BIBF opening ceremony/our 20-30mins concert!&lt;br /&gt;Third day: Rehersal in morning, School exchange in afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Fourth day: Visit to Great wall in the morning, school exchange in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Fifth day: Rehersal in the morning, Adjudication in the afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;Sixth day: Sightseeing + Shopping in morning and afternoon, Closing ceremony at night! :D Enjoyed the concert alot, especially by the Thai and American Band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So memorable can :(&lt;br /&gt;And forgotten the camera so uh, waiting for Mr Ahmad to pass me the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really gna miss lots of stuff, like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- bunking with Wanshan&lt;br /&gt;- the long crazy bus trips and laughters&lt;br /&gt;- chirpy winnie's theories &lt;br /&gt;- dinner/lunches with lower woodwinds section&lt;br /&gt;- running up and down along the corridors of the hotel&lt;br /&gt;- Any little jubilant moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, my two friggin best sec4 seniors in the world, Jinhong and Chanxi :D&lt;br /&gt;Shitzx, i'll really die if they aint around, but yeah, will miss the two of them cuz nothing will ever be the same again (insert biggest heart)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-2999065125613613736?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2999065125613613736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=2999065125613613736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/2999065125613613736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/2999065125613613736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/06/miss-me.html' title='Miss me?'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-6340975303548887244</id><published>2008-06-16T18:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T18:48:21.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring on the chill</title><content type='html'>Alright, let's face it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm never gna finish my homework. I'm leaving tomorrow and will only be back the day after school officially reopens and let's see... I've still got a graded English essay, Physics worksheet, Geography half-done, Biology half-done, and god, a 40+ mockingbird passage based essay questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone just shoot me already. I wish I could say I don't friggin give a damn and actually meant it but uh, I'm teeny-weeny bit paranoid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap, screw you homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I think there's all I have to say. &lt;br /&gt;My life's awfully boring fullstop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I've spent 44 bucks on 3 books in which 2 of them I've never read past chapter one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Shreya :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-6340975303548887244?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6340975303548887244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=6340975303548887244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/6340975303548887244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/6340975303548887244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/06/bring-on-chill.html' title='Bring on the chill'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-5001637964117475914</id><published>2008-06-12T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T22:13:18.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hyperventilating</title><content type='html'>Kill me now ...&lt;br /&gt;Kill me now ...&lt;br /&gt;Kill me now ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shitzx, blog later cuz i'm basically on hyperventilation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-5001637964117475914?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5001637964117475914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=5001637964117475914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/5001637964117475914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/5001637964117475914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/06/hyperventilating.html' title='hyperventilating'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-7649405251071040473</id><published>2008-06-07T23:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T23:44:11.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Completed watching Beauty and the Geek Season 5 in 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;Kay, honestly, that's about it. I just feel that this holiday's pretty unmeaningful and all and I've only done one third of the homework. Yo, need luck now since I've left less than a week to complete the rest (which i've no intention to do so)\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAH. MY ALL TIMES FAVOURITE :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zkgb3xS7UwU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zkgb3xS7UwU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost died laughing when Julie Andrew wannabe came out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-7649405251071040473?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7649405251071040473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=7649405251071040473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/7649405251071040473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/7649405251071040473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/06/completed-watching-beauty-and-geek.html' title=''/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-8190076477506215447</id><published>2008-06-02T13:17:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:34:53.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Xiang&lt;/span&gt;! (1/6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ECP&lt;/span&gt; outing to celebrate his birthday. Our intention was to surprise him but ah, that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;smarty&lt;/span&gt; knows and played along. However, he was bewildered by the fact that there's a bigger cake coming for him after we made him cut the miserable baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;looney&lt;/span&gt; tunes cake into eleven shares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the worst part is to have to drag him around Parkway so that the others have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sufficient&lt;/span&gt; time to prepare. Like asking him opinions on a talking Simpson pen, reading magazines with us and to guardian to buy women facial products. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hadn't had that much fun for a long time. I've almost forgotten how much fun I always have around the loves, and damn, those were missed badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of photos, credit to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Qianyun&lt;/span&gt; (love her to bits), photographer of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://twentyninthfebruary.blogspot.com/"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt; for a zillion more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207153581407412354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="219" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CglTnuP05k/SEOGl_axIII/AAAAAAAAAcY/R4_T9aZhsWQ/s320/IMGP0314.jpg" width="293" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207153929299763346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="223" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CglTnuP05k/SEOG6PaxIJI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gvpNB5VHtWQ/s320/Image246q.jpg" width="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, pretty lazy to upload the rest so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Qianyun's&lt;/span&gt; blog okay? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And really, I've to go now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I've not touched any holiday assignments yet and I've only left less than two frigging weeks to complete everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;loveeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shit, I think I've already mentioned that. But really, boys in books are just so much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-8190076477506215447?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8190076477506215447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=8190076477506215447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/8190076477506215447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/8190076477506215447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/06/birthday-boy.html' title='Birthday Boy'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_4CglTnuP05k/SEOGl_axIII/AAAAAAAAAcY/R4_T9aZhsWQ/s72-c/IMGP0314.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052854411676517454.post-2999877115108673327</id><published>2008-05-26T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T19:30:02.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking dawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Don't be afraid," I murmured.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We belong together."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was abruptly overwhelmed by the truth of my own words.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This moment was so perfect, so right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was no way to doubt it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;His arms wrapped around me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;holding me against him...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It felt that every nerve ending in my body was like a live wire.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Forever," he agreed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-2999877115108673327?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2999877115108673327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=2999877115108673327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/2999877115108673327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/2999877115108673327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/05/breaking-dawn.html' title='Breaking dawn'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-7305932306476767770</id><published>2008-05-24T18:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T18:32:15.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;, I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;Been spending the past days at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TJC&lt;/span&gt; for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;intership&lt;/span&gt; programme. My thoughts? It was alright since I've been skipping lots of classes and programmes. Travelling back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cch&lt;/span&gt; and back again. But I can tell you, their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mardi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Graz&lt;/span&gt; rocks okay! Ha, anyway, got this superb buddy who explained everything single little thing about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;JC&lt;/span&gt; life/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything becomes clear now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt; are we doing in secondary school?&lt;br /&gt;Damn, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; seriously anticipating what's coming in a year and half. Faster get over with this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wholesecondaryschoolshitxz&lt;/span&gt; and get on with life man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; to collect our report books.&lt;br /&gt;Results were surprisingly okay, if not, pretty good. Mum and Dad are happy, and so am I.&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are here, fate's drawing nearer. Still, I'm counting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;YAYYY&lt;/span&gt;. And thanks to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Jen&lt;/span&gt; for the lovely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;cadbury&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;choco&lt;/span&gt; bar! Ha, she's seriously &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;gna&lt;/span&gt; pamper me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one last thing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love, love, love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad he's just one of the fictional character in one of my many novels.&lt;br /&gt;But I swear, he gives me butterflies :D (not as well as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;knurd&lt;/span&gt; does but well...) Ha, sounds so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;cliche&lt;/span&gt; and cheesy right, but ya la, is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like said, he's fictional.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I really have an affinity with them uh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-7305932306476767770?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7305932306476767770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=7305932306476767770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/7305932306476767770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/7305932306476767770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/05/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-2600040733168342122</id><published>2008-05-20T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T23:02:08.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Garfield</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY RINA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;You grumpy old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Garfield&lt;/span&gt;! Sorry I couldn't be there to celebrate today :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-2600040733168342122?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2600040733168342122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=2600040733168342122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/2600040733168342122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/2600040733168342122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/05/birthday-garfield.html' title='Birthday Garfield'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-7332847952444603716</id><published>2008-05-18T12:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T13:28:23.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GG finale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gossip Girl Finale&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EzOzRG6adOg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EzOzRG6adOg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that Blair and Chuck looks adorable when they're together!&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so gna get this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="233" alt="" src="http://img120.imageshack.us/img120/2305/gossipgirls1earlytp4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-7332847952444603716?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7332847952444603716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=7332847952444603716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/7332847952444603716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/7332847952444603716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/05/gg-finale.html' title='GG finale'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-5725508646541130263</id><published>2008-05-16T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T23:09:31.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-5725508646541130263?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5725508646541130263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=5725508646541130263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/5725508646541130263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/5725508646541130263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-6791576178887288043</id><published>2008-05-15T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T23:27:25.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>They break promises&lt;br /&gt;If you frigging think that I didnt mean what I said, you're so damn wrong because you've no idea how hurt I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I ever trust you again and again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-6791576178887288043?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6791576178887288043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=6791576178887288043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/6791576178887288043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/6791576178887288043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/05/they-break-promises.html' title=''/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-6897392190724901996</id><published>2008-05-15T19:01:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:34:53.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4CglTnuP05k/SCxStX0VPlI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/XBO9qZg6DUo/s1600-h/loveis....jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200622609147182674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="309" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4CglTnuP05k/SCxStX0VPlI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/XBO9qZg6DUo/s320/loveis....jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maths &amp;amp; Sciences were okay, all A1s (: Languages and Humanities obviously sucked, Ha.&lt;br /&gt;Overall is okay, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; feel too good about it initially but it's alright now I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Love my parents! Especially me mum for supporting me through these times. I'm damn lucky to have such understanding parents that have no intention to berate me if my results &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; up to their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;expectation&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boohoo, what a shame, lessons resume tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely dreading the next couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, just remembered I've not started on the discipline survey that Mr D wants tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mug so hard for what shitxz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did I do this for myself, or for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;knurd&lt;/span&gt;?&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/6052854411676517454-6897392190724901996?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6897392190724901996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=6897392190724901996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/6897392190724901996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/6897392190724901996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/05/results.html' title='Results'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_4CglTnuP05k/SCxStX0VPlI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/XBO9qZg6DUo/s72-c/loveis....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052854411676517454.post-1724379096640594575</id><published>2008-05-13T20:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T21:56:56.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey love</title><content type='html'>Jeez, seriously hope that the coming science papers wouldn't disappoint me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; right now my results suck like shit. The end. Full stop.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gna&lt;/span&gt; be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hell ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Just a question, how do you feel when someone always promise to call back but little did you know that you're gna end up sitting by the phone, and realised that she'll never do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-1724379096640594575?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1724379096640594575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=1724379096640594575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/1724379096640594575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/1724379096640594575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-love.html' title='Hey love'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-1003654389483015309</id><published>2008-05-08T19:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:34:55.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Draw the line</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4CglTnuP05k/SCMkPFAfG5I/AAAAAAAAAb4/Wme58axQLX0/s1600-h/cupolove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198038236376538002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="282" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4CglTnuP05k/SCMkPFAfG5I/AAAAAAAAAb4/Wme58axQLX0/s320/cupolove.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know everyone's rejoicing over the marked end of Midyears but I'm dreading it already ... Missing anticipation and merriment towards holidays. I know this sounds downright insane but I'll rather endure long periods of examinations every single day then to have - - Honestly, it's like zillion times worst that what you could have imagined. And when I think back, I asked myself how I ever did get myself in such deep shit and to my bewilderment, still come this far. To have semi pulled through this most excruciating obstacle in my life. But then again, is it worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I did mess up today's paper. It's not that tough alright, but didn't give my best shot and there's already tons of mistakes already. Anyway, shall put that aside, not gna mourned over it. At least for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with the loves today! - Jolene, Sherina, Qianyun and Florence! :D Lunched at KFC and browsed around before I head home first. Was suppose to return my books and rent new ones but wasn't feeling too well. I shall go tomorrow, regardless rain or shine ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198186949619162034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CglTnuP05k/SCOrfVAfG7I/AAAAAAAAAcI/o8EPnSxxIeI/s320/normal_GSP_PS-MS_01.jpg" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-1003654389483015309?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1003654389483015309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=1003654389483015309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/1003654389483015309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/1003654389483015309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/05/draw-line.html' title='Draw the line'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_4CglTnuP05k/SCMkPFAfG5I/AAAAAAAAAb4/Wme58axQLX0/s72-c/cupolove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052854411676517454.post-1566134417085079944</id><published>2008-05-05T17:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T18:02:13.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart-wrenching moment</title><content type='html'>My Chemistry paper spells a big fat G-O-N-E-R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEHPEH BULLY CJ! (and me!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, Cheongjing wants it written on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;It's true luh, dno how i'm gna withstand another two years of torment cuz he revealed my weakness to Marc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, naughty lil' Weijie (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-1566134417085079944?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1566134417085079944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=1566134417085079944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/1566134417085079944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/1566134417085079944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/05/heart-wrenching-moment.html' title='Heart-wrenching moment'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-7825284390513146485</id><published>2008-05-04T01:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:34:56.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring on the finale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CglTnuP05k/SByikXdHZeI/AAAAAAAAAbw/0x6nACvzr6Y/s1600-h/bridge-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196206815733835234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="301" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CglTnuP05k/SByikXdHZeI/AAAAAAAAAbw/0x6nACvzr6Y/s320/bridge-1-1.jpg" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello people! (not that there's many) I'm back alright.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it weird to have it revived in the midst of the midyears?&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, i'm gna pass out at another sight of kinematics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been getting less than 4 hours of sleep everyday. It's like becoming a routine for me, and that if I were to go to bed at 11, I'll probably switch on to red-panic mode just before the paper even though I've done sufficient mugging. I just naturally comes together with the paranoid package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway ,I've screwed up majority of the papers already especially Amaths and Lit so ugh, forget it. 3 more to go dears, hang in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days to another new episode!&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Georgina's gna reveal Serena's ugly past and the reason she left for boarding school, so yeah, I'm keeping that anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196202619550787026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="225" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CglTnuP05k/SByewHdHZdI/AAAAAAAAAbo/CUqvlPbZY_M/s320/001~8.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you not love the cast?&lt;br /&gt;Especially when they're hauled into a cup of 3 in 1 upper east side drama - Scandals, Betrayals and Wild Parties&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-7825284390513146485?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7825284390513146485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=7825284390513146485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/7825284390513146485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/7825284390513146485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/05/bring-on-finale.html' title='Bring on the finale'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_4CglTnuP05k/SByikXdHZeI/AAAAAAAAAbw/0x6nACvzr6Y/s72-c/bridge-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052854411676517454.post-7835255182910060949</id><published>2008-04-19T17:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T18:30:46.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going down the steps</title><content type='html'>To have mug like shit yet getting horrendous results at the end of the day due to that killer paper's alright. I think can manage that.&lt;br /&gt;But to have mug like shit yet getting horrendous results due to a couple of silly careless mistakes is &lt;strong&gt;unforgivable&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've changed into someone I don't recognise, in a negative way. I get so obsess with studies, and getting so god damn sensitive about my grades and such. Normally I would be blown over within seconds about the appalling grades but now, it's a different story altogether. It's actually pretty strange, cuz the more time I spend on my studies, the lousier my grades are. On top of that, I'm already on the verge of losing confidence in what I thought was my forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've considered blogging about less cynical stuff, but not today.&lt;br /&gt;It shall get better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-7835255182910060949?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7835255182910060949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=7835255182910060949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/7835255182910060949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/7835255182910060949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/04/going-down-steps.html' title='Going down the steps'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-8380345103539701819</id><published>2008-04-15T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:14:26.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Walk</title><content type='html'>I know, I promised pictures, but I'm plain lazy luh.&lt;br /&gt;6 more days :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-8380345103539701819?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8380345103539701819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=8380345103539701819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/8380345103539701819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/8380345103539701819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/04/late-walk.html' title='Late Walk'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-4039845873343295450</id><published>2008-04-11T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:07:53.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First connection</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First a nudge, follow by a word and ends with a name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE 3 BENEVOLENCE :D&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I've never feel this way. The class spirit, the unity - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;all's&lt;/span&gt; new yet familiar. Maybe 1/2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;diligence&lt;/span&gt; hasn't made me feel this way with all the visible cliques and stuff. I don't know, there's something fatal about them. But really, I'm touched, in a positive way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, we did lots of posters, 2 flamboyant banners and 648 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;flyers&lt;/span&gt;! And yes, Laura, Clara and I counted them out of boredom. But I really enjoyed myself. Especially the last three days. Tomorrow's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gna&lt;/span&gt; be great, atmosphere's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gna&lt;/span&gt; be hell lively and all, it has to be. I'm lazy to upload the photos but Jen has them in her blog. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; take lots tomorrow, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the midyears are drawing nearer. Seriously, it seems only yesterday when they announced it's going to be in a month's time. And I've started on nothing yet alright. And there's plenty of tests next week so ... Anyway, I'll really have to pull up my socks from now onwards because, I cannot screw midyears, yes even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll be away from blogging for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know why, but I'm still clinging onto the end of the thread that holds the very last hope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/6052854411676517454-4039845873343295450?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4039845873343295450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=4039845873343295450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/4039845873343295450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/4039845873343295450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-connection.html' title='First connection'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-7415811520009833977</id><published>2008-04-07T20:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T23:27:04.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tension</title><content type='html'>Jeez, how many times must I humiliate myself 'front of -----&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-7415811520009833977?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7415811520009833977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=7415811520009833977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/7415811520009833977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/7415811520009833977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/04/tension.html' title='Tension'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-9204214141358721699</id><published>2008-04-01T18:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T23:06:33.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Undone</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Forget about the butterflies in my stomach. We're talking about frigging stamping elephants here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lim&lt;/span&gt; saves the day, really. She has helped me with all those insane moment problems today and thank god I can manage a couple of them now. She must have been really patient &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;' I'm the kind of student &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;when you repeat the same thing for the millionth time, I probably still give you the screwed up look that screams " Thanks, but help, I still don't get it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clove has been acing really strange, I must say. It's like he's in this hibernation process or something close. Most of his food and water is left untouched and for 48 hours straight, I see him crouching at the same exact position. Man, I seriously miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;those noisy&lt;/span&gt; screeches on the wall of the tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to the 21st of April! New episodes of Gossip Girl should be out by then (to hell with writers' strike) I heard the plot's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gna&lt;/span&gt; thicken and it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gna&lt;/span&gt; get way bitchy and scandalous. Gosh, I tell you, I love this upper east side drama. I'm currently reading the novels now but it's not a good as the show. What's worse is that they portray Serena like this taboo slut which she is not okay! She's starting to grow on me, really. And there's this gay thing going on with one of the main characters (Let be chuck please, but I highly doubt it) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ohh&lt;/span&gt;, wait till you hear this, the steamy affair between Nate and Vanessa. I swear I didn't see that coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;gna&lt;/span&gt; stop soon. This lousy keyboard of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mine's&lt;/span&gt; driving nutcase. I'm using extra strength to hit each damn key.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-9204214141358721699?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/9204214141358721699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=9204214141358721699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/9204214141358721699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/9204214141358721699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/04/undone.html' title='Undone'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-4063638313616876740</id><published>2008-03-28T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T21:23:48.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presley and Raisin</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's easier to hide behind a smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Four school meet this morning and I'm pretty bewildered by the fact that I actually fits &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;into&lt;/span&gt; the whole buzzing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ambiance&lt;/span&gt;.  Normally, I would've been reading but I'm not. Or partly, it's because the novel that I've brought with definitely lack colours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went home with my sister and saw Presley (after much hasty walking to catch up), some guy my sister couldn't stop talking about ; and I understand why she has the hots for him. That guy's seriously extraordinary cute. Oh please, even if my sister doesn't melt at the sight of him, I DO LA. This shows my sister has got good taste, at least he's not some dork I expected. &lt;strong&gt;GO RAISIN! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because my sister's one slowpoke, she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; get to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;knurd&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OKay&lt;/span&gt;, she has just peek over at what I'm writing and chipped in&lt;br /&gt;"It's not my fault &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;luh&lt;/span&gt;, they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; dismiss us you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;goondu&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;... Maybe it's a good thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; there's a high &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;possibility&lt;/span&gt; that ill have to dig my own hole to spare myself from further &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;embarrassment&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-4063638313616876740?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4063638313616876740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=4063638313616876740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/4063638313616876740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/4063638313616876740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/03/presley-and-raisin.html' title='Presley and Raisin'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-2243498226352715584</id><published>2008-03-27T22:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T20:58:54.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>White Palette</title><content type='html'>I know this is not a very nice manner to start but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WAKE UP RACHAEL! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CUZ&lt;/span&gt; YOUR GRAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ES ARE HELLUVA HORRIBLE. (Or is going to anyway)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect, this is definitely prominent enough.&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;eveytime&lt;/span&gt; I come online. This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tag line&lt;/span&gt; shall screamed " You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lazy bum&lt;/span&gt;, get your ass away from the computer now and start mugging like...right now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez, I tell you, shit may sound even inappropriate to describe my grades now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; right now, it falls way below that. I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gna&lt;/span&gt; flunk Bio already. I studied an hour on Monday, another hour on Tuesday and four &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt; hours yesterday and yet, I can only manage the first, second and last questions. Man, 'm nothing short of pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just nightmare Part1. There's still longarithms, chinese, and the climax shall be awarded to none other than Physics. On top of that, there's something else that has been bugging me. I won't reveal it over here. I don't wna appear weak, but I'm really, really scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, there's no homework this weekend (first ever) and I'm kinda looking forward to the 4schools meet tomorrow. I turned down the bus driver invitation for a ride and meeting Rina at 610 okay! I'm beyond nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;luh&lt;/span&gt;. (I know she'll scowl when she sees this) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll continue this tomorrow (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;WEIJIE&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-2243498226352715584?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2243498226352715584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=2243498226352715584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/2243498226352715584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/2243498226352715584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/03/white-palette.html' title='White Palette'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-4062326862081031035</id><published>2008-03-25T20:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T20:56:31.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind-detector</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I wish you can just read my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-4062326862081031035?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4062326862081031035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=4062326862081031035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/4062326862081031035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/4062326862081031035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/03/mind-detector.html' title='Mind-detector'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-3154389714187185550</id><published>2008-03-23T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T23:35:37.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3 Seconds? No really, one will do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought boredom was way AWOL &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alr&lt;/span&gt;. But hey, it came back and damn, it has never felt any better.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;. Again. I don't know why, but I dread &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mondays&lt;/span&gt;. It's like this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt; blues &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;disease&lt;/span&gt; I reckon. And it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt; infectious, in a good way you know. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;comforting&lt;/span&gt; to know there's people out there who hates &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt; more than anything else. Ha, now I've made holding a grudge against &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mondays&lt;/span&gt; seem like a crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went out with Jo and Rina yesterday. Did some necessary shopping and I got myself a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sexzy&lt;/span&gt; journal. The last one was a turn-off due to the big fat lines. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Artbox&lt;/span&gt; has got really pretty ones. So I'll probably make a few more trips back there to get more. Had my eyes set on this 6 inch thick sketchbook :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Nuff&lt;/span&gt; said. I doubt I'll be able to sleep later &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I've had this long nap. I'm seriously nocturnal. Sleep for a couple of hours in the day so I'll last for the revision marathon at night. I'll probably get going soon. You know, I had this missing affinity with balancing equations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-3154389714187185550?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3154389714187185550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=3154389714187185550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/3154389714187185550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/3154389714187185550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/03/monday-monster.html' title='monday monster'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-7749418402324026365</id><published>2008-03-20T17:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T17:50:20.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons</title><content type='html'>I'm exceptionally perky now cuz' I've got 3 new novels to keep me occupied this short holiday (not that I'm alr bored, judging from the pile of homework) - one from the school library and 2 from borders. Didn't even think twice before parting with 45 bucks in a spit second but all was well worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And the other day, I've actually bought a book that I've already read before. I didn't recognise the front cover and the title due to the illegible lil' font. Anyway, the introduction was pretty vague. It wasn't until the point when the Socratic method used in law schools and Professor Richard Hoffman were mentioned, I'll probably never have figured it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drat, school's getting worse than I thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-7749418402324026365?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7749418402324026365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=7749418402324026365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/7749418402324026365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/7749418402324026365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/03/reasons.html' title='Reasons'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-8857174459593300609</id><published>2008-03-18T18:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T17:49:30.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devastating blow</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;There's a first time for everything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means, it's no surprise that I, had flunk English SW.&lt;br /&gt;Of all my subjects, it had to be my best one.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I've no objections if it's some stupid Chinese test or number madness, but this is nothing much less than a devastating blow. Even the decent marks from the 3 previous ones seem nothing but an eyesore now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. It's not just this paper itself. The couple of weeks had been pretty demoralising as far as I know. My whole life'd been going haywire (like hell it should.) The tension, the agony, it's like everything that's growing inside me unconsciously becomes clearly visible.&lt;br /&gt;I thought the long haul of mugging could prove something more, but no, one screwed test after another. Surely, life has the teeny weeny bit of mercy that allow me to spot a tinge of gratification, knocking on my front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to pull up my socks from now. I feel that I'm far cry from the finishing line while everyone else's already a stone's throw away. Inadequate may actually be appropriate for now but I wont go and reveal my lack of self-esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's further dampen when you know knurd's intelligence is at least ten times of yours&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/6052854411676517454-8857174459593300609?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8857174459593300609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=8857174459593300609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/8857174459593300609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/8857174459593300609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/03/devastating-blow.html' title='Devastating blow'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-2254762420424932620</id><published>2008-03-12T20:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T20:47:17.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitely blinding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Down in the heart or hidden in the stars above&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never have I found any other three-lettered word this powerful.&lt;br /&gt;I have it written down on pages of my organizer, with some faded scribbles on my textbook and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very good motivation but I guess it only works for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Paper hearts anyone? &lt;/span&gt;&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/6052854411676517454-2254762420424932620?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2254762420424932620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=2254762420424932620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/2254762420424932620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/2254762420424932620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/03/definitely-blinding.html' title='Definitely blinding'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-8353974851455582696</id><published>2008-03-09T21:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T22:22:20.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't tell the time to bring back yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years ago, my parents promised me a laptop only after I've achieved decent grades and definitely after graduation. However, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;supposedly&lt;/span&gt; all plans were altered and I've already &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gotten&lt;/span&gt; mine yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Vaio&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Champagne&lt;/span&gt; Gold okay. Not some lousy laptop that crashes every once in a while when it gets really nasty (though it's a little early to judge now) Anyway, we reached the IT fair pretty late and the only colours left were black, white and red. It was nothing short of a miracle that I managed to get hold of the Gold one when it was said to be out of stock throughout asia 2 hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go Mr salesman, whatever your name is :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, holidays peeps, holiday. (There's a more appropriate meaning behind the term). As usual, there's an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;absurd&lt;/span&gt; amount of homework thrown to us. I read somewhere in the magazine that holiday homework are meant to scare us and it isn't really going to be collected. But you know, to be safe, just get it done and get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your holidays and mug hard at the same time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;' I'm pretty sure I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;gna&lt;/span&gt; experience the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;inescapable&lt;/span&gt; dread all over again when school days start coming round 'gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, Leavin' is Jesse's new single and you he'd changed so much luh.&lt;br /&gt;It's inexplicable, but watched the music video and I'll probably understand&lt;br /&gt;"Hard to believe that he's the same adorable blond guy from dreamstreet 6 years ago", quoted from somewhere in youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To move on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Days - Patrick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Nuo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q0b88Eo20tQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q0b88Eo20tQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this song was like donkey years ago. Nevertheless, I still love it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-8353974851455582696?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8353974851455582696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=8353974851455582696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/8353974851455582696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/8353974851455582696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/03/5-days.html' title='5 days'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-54125483306732259</id><published>2008-03-07T22:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T23:35:20.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midas Touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Forget about the map cuz' you're already given credit for memorising it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I always start off with the depressing stuff, carping about the ceaseless schoolwork and unfairness in life. Nevermind, I'm tired of it all, in fact this week's a whole load worse than last. Alright. Full-stop I won't say anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I still have urge to blab everything out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye, I want Shreya to hurry back from New York. The long journey home has been awfully dull cuz' she's unavailable and I couldn't resist the temptation to call her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil' Shreya better be back home soon (Next Saturday!) so at least when I do my daily whining, I know somebody's listening and she'll lent me her listening ear :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, talks about whining.&lt;br /&gt;My grouchy sister's gna hammer me if I don't get my butt off here soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Adios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-54125483306732259?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/54125483306732259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=54125483306732259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/54125483306732259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/54125483306732259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/03/midas-touch.html' title='Midas Touch'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-6784943372870748964</id><published>2008-03-03T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T20:20:29.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just skip a beat or two</title><content type='html'>Eek. Spent 3 and half hour mugging for geography and realised I'm not sitting for the paper today. I'll have to re-study again cuz' I've forgotten everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love it when knurd sits crossed-legs on the chair.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that doesn't gives you the impression of a knurd. does it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-6784943372870748964?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6784943372870748964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=6784943372870748964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/6784943372870748964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/6784943372870748964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-skip-beat-or-two.html' title='Just skip a beat or two'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-7417047159406343671</id><published>2008-03-02T18:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T19:36:49.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drenched note</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Magician that pulls man out of his own hat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clove changed his shell. And to be honest, it doesn't really fits him cuz' the oversized new shell appears to be covering its entire body and not three quarter of it as it should be. Also, it means I'll have another hole in my pocket since I'll have to buy a couple of new ones for him t choose from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I couldn't changed the water cuz he's clinging onto the plastic palm tree at the edge and wouldn't let go. I'm pretty sure that if I were to drag him any longer, he could have been hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killer week, I mean it. I really think they should have change the whole concept to the survival game.  At least, they could have tempt us with the prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 tests next week. 8 thats if Dava decides to do the retest for literature tomorrow. My Amaths, Chinese an Physics are goners. And it's a matter of time that I was to attend Chinese remedial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, all I felt was this thick leash tugging around me. And I'm struggling, choking. Just tell me I'm only a stone's throw away from the exit cuz' I'm really, really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ptf, I hate mondays.&lt;br /&gt;Could tomorrow be an exception?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love it when knurd spins the pen and dropped it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-7417047159406343671?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7417047159406343671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=7417047159406343671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/7417047159406343671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/7417047159406343671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/03/drenched-note.html' title='Drenched note'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-1130343548650216583</id><published>2008-02-26T18:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T19:15:11.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knurds!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/dfJ7sFU94V/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/dfJ7sFU94V/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years. This.never.fails.to.make.me.feel.better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Be-speckled with blue and gold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I brought home Clove &lt;em&gt;di&lt;/em&gt; hermit crab yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Directly after school, rushed over to Hougang Mall to get one of those after I saw them on an advertisement in the magazine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's not exactly what I'll call a bargain but still, I'm seriously robbed of company. It's a bummer that this lil' creature with lady-bug-like shell's nocturnal. It hardly comes out from its protective home and forbid me to gush about my wearisome days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I haven't actually told my father about it since he missed the whole green plastic tank sitting on the balcony's floor but ugh, I wouldn't risk it to tell him that the whole set up cost nearly 50 bucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Seriously, I mean who sells hermit crabs at one for 25 bucks anymore? I bought it cuz' I believed they lived longer than what people had said on forums - that it died merely after 24 hours. I mean sure, those come in really bad condition. Still, 5 bucks for less than 24 hours of entertainment? Alright, make it a max of 1 hous since the creature hardly make the attempt to interact much with human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But they're friggin irresistable! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'd better appreciate this week cuz' the following's gna be a drab with extra 6 tests, and 2 pending ones for toppings. Since the maincourse isn't that appetizing, I'm convinced that the dessert wouldn't be any better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Am really worried 'bout my Maths &amp;amp; languages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;knurd! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;cuz' there's something about your intelligence that turns me on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I returned to the same place one&amp;amp;half years later with a totally different intention.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm pouring everything else into my journal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-1130343548650216583?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1130343548650216583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=1130343548650216583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/1130343548650216583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/1130343548650216583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/02/knurds.html' title='Knurds!'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-3493405026041811619</id><published>2008-02-24T11:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T11:31:35.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Built To Last</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Built To Last - Melee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mv1206kvh-E&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mv1206kvh-E&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="380" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE LOOKS JUST LIKE STEVE &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;w/o the punk look of course :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-3493405026041811619?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3493405026041811619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=3493405026041811619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/3493405026041811619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/3493405026041811619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/02/built-to-last.html' title='Built To Last'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-841199054389495910</id><published>2008-02-22T22:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T23:41:34.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hop onto the next train</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/txpTJmsN54/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/txpTJmsN54/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been this jubilant at the sight of my bed as I buried myself under those duvets. Was totally drained and all sleep deprived with the overflowing homework/tests sandwiched between long hours of school! Studied SS till 130 in the morning and damn, it didn't come out what I studied for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I WANT MY BEAUTY SLEEP! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday was absolutely entertaining cuz' Wanshan and I stayed back to chat with Mr Gary Chua after Physics. We told him about the coincidental story and 3 of us kept laughing throughout the way back to grand auditorium. I know this sounds insane, but well ...it appear to be like long-lost friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. I think it'll be better to eliminate me since all I did was to flash my million-dollar smile (not) throughout the entire conversation with insignificance remarks slotted here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No its okay. This stupid communication barrel, and stage fright shit is already part and parcel of my life and surely that shall be the last worry on my interminable list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wassup with my obsession with super cute nerds like -----? :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-841199054389495910?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/841199054389495910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=841199054389495910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/841199054389495910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/841199054389495910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/02/hop-onto-next-train.html' title='Hop onto the next train'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-6529412165257026400</id><published>2008-02-19T19:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T20:17:33.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart on fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Perhaps to even hear you speak my name&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three cheers for me :D&lt;br /&gt;Finished all work in school so tonight I'll probably start revising for Friday's Social Studies content test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for the screwed narrative essay, the day's been alright.&lt;br /&gt;Aye, went to Vivo straight after school cuz' I still owe many Vday prezzies!&lt;br /&gt;Bought tons of candy from Candy Empire &amp;amp;gna wrapped them up later. Initially, I wanted to do cup coaster for the loves, but after witnessing the load of work experiencing some building madness, I changed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks people for yours!&lt;br /&gt;Jolene, Sherina, Florence, QianYun and WeiJie &lt;3!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you people, may we stay strong alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good laugh today at something said that sounds really absurd.&lt;br /&gt;heyhey, you people are cuuuteee :D&lt;br /&gt;I fell like approaching them to clear doubts &amp;amp; laught at their cutesy but Wan Shan wouldn't let me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hais, it sucks that even your parents think that you're inadequate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-6529412165257026400?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6529412165257026400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=6529412165257026400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/6529412165257026400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/6529412165257026400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/02/heart-on-fire.html' title='Heart on fire'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-7610000060100885702</id><published>2008-02-16T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T23:59:48.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maglinance</title><content type='html'>Forget it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-7610000060100885702?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7610000060100885702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=7610000060100885702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/7610000060100885702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/7610000060100885702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/02/maglinance.html' title='Maglinance'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-5121544405914812364</id><published>2008-02-15T21:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T22:27:54.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifted</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You must be a light switch baby, cuz you turn me on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello cranky days, nice to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbor removed the glass pane outside his house this morning. It's a pity cuz' for the past couple of weeks, I've actually made it an acquaintance, seeing how he greeted me with a hint of warning about my constant mess of hair done in a haste D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gna lose my sanity next week. Mockingbird, MSND, narrative essay, 1100 tests. Those bizarre write-&amp;amp;-race-against-time-to-win-sore-fingers ones. Meanwhile, I'm indulging in the reduction of homework/tests; everything's going back to square one now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today'd been fine. Maths was the worst cuz' the answers left for vacation in long lost island. After half hour of hair-pulling frustration, I settled with an update on my organizer, adding a whole new stretch of test/weekend drudgery on the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back a couple of tests. Physics contributed to my 2 hour of joy before it died down when descriptive essay was returned. I’m upset alright. Let’s just say I’ve high expectations on every little thing I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, and I'm forced to polish up Chinese cuz' over my dead body will I attend extra lessons. 4 hours a week interaction with an alien language is already unendurable !!&lt;br /&gt;To have at &lt;strong&gt;least&lt;/strong&gt; 5 hours of commitment, you can jolly well release those triggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually bored now,&lt;br /&gt;When Ryan comes online, he's one dead man.&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHA, i know his dirty little secret yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;god, what have I done?!?&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/6052854411676517454-5121544405914812364?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5121544405914812364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=5121544405914812364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/5121544405914812364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/5121544405914812364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/02/lifted.html' title='Lifted'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-4596069379346347618</id><published>2008-02-14T17:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T21:15:07.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sealed with a kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/BwavpkzCNC/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/BwavpkzCNC/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy V-day peeps :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame the extensive hours in school cuz' that's plainly the reason why I'm not blogging. But this week'd been the most flexible so far, and I'm grateful for that abrupt downturn of homework/tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, already got my copy of Simple Plan's new album. It came with an oversized-tee that made me look like black puff in dressing :D&lt;br /&gt;Was so excited on Tuesday that I could hardly sit still in class and dear Wanshan must be annoyed by my random "I love Simple Plan" speech every a couple of minutes. And btw, SHE SAID THAT STEVE IS SOO DARN COOL ! when I showed her the photo with him in hot pink streaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine, those aren't exactly the words,&lt;br /&gt;But it has the same meaning okay !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is a lie hellllaa rocks.&lt;br /&gt;It has the whole package luh. Crazy lyrics, good drumbeat/melody!&lt;br /&gt;I know this sounds crazy but I love the way Pierre accented the f-k with the gap in between. &amp;amp; David's back vocals! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, anyway, Eeshuen managed convince us into the solar (?) hell-know-what competition. Honestly, I've zero, zilch interest in it. Nada, from the scratch. But was really tempted by the couple of days at Biofair/Greenweek exhibition. Pure laughters contributed by theboys, who never fails to enlighten us, &lt;strong&gt;just like the old times&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, fancy a date with homework?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To -&lt;br /&gt;I'm genuinely sorry if I did hurt you or anything close,&lt;br /&gt;but I just couldn't accept it. I appreciate it anyway :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-4596069379346347618?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4596069379346347618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=4596069379346347618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/4596069379346347618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/4596069379346347618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/02/sealed-with-kiss.html' title='Sealed with a kiss'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-3127944265200121970</id><published>2008-02-09T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T11:55:12.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Love is a Lie</title><content type='html'>YESYESYES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is a lie is simple plan's 2nd single!&lt;br /&gt;Could hardly wait till 12 feb to get my own copy uh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-3127944265200121970?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3127944265200121970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=3127944265200121970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/3127944265200121970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/3127944265200121970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/02/your-love-is-lie.html' title='Your Love is a Lie'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-6047225479164635973</id><published>2008-02-03T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T20:47:48.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm a thief, and I'm here to steal your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But who stole my homework mood?!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of myself and nothing could describe my inexplicable excitement now. I ditched weekend homework and stayed in to finished reading Princess Diaries Book 9 which I bought yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book's been the best so far in the series and yada, I'm still clueless whether she's with J.P or not but whatever, 26 bucks is worth it despite the fact that the way she was mourning about the loss of Michael was pretty long-winded. Man, cliff-hanger in books sucks big time. Bring time forward now baby, cause I can't hardly wait for the finale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I could pay Meg Cabot to turn my life into one of her fictional character. I mean sure, everything turns out alright in the end and you can keep a blindeye on those nasty drama. All and all, I'll kill to be Mia (minus the throne) in any case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For obvious reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-6047225479164635973?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6047225479164635973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=6047225479164635973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/6047225479164635973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/6047225479164635973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-nine.html' title='To the nine'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-8545647969816604077</id><published>2008-02-01T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T21:06:39.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait in anxiety</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Or should I walk by again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hooked onto The Click's Five's Empty!&lt;br /&gt;I came across the music video on MTV last night and now I couldn't get the damn song out of my head and the lyrics is beauuuutyful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god the weekends are here. This week has been pretty hectic with all the tests and quizes. It's undeniable I'm gna flunk my first chinese test but whatever, I did my very best but I coulnd't understand the damn passage. Seems like 'bleak' is the only appropriate adjetive to describle the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screwed the rest of the tests unquestionably and I am super uber disappointed in myself for screwing up the descriptive essay as well. I coulnd't finished writing and scribbled some rubbish ending that was hardly legible. Damn, that abrupt ending's gna cost me luhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, Benevolence has been Great with 'G' is caps.&lt;br /&gt;The people are uber nice and the teachers are superb! No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'm gna end up loathing English lessons by Feb but little did I know that Mrs Lim has humour(!) I actually mastered the art of keeping my eyes open in every lessons except Gary Chua's. The problems lies in me and the nature of the subject, Mr Chua's nice luh.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we're gna have Class Reunion Lunch and Birthday celebration on the eve of Cny, I mean how cool is that?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to get back on reading. The sudden halt is probably the reason why my life is going haywire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-8545647969816604077?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8545647969816604077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=8545647969816604077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/8545647969816604077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/8545647969816604077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/02/wait-in-anxiety.html' title='Wait in anxiety'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-6528704235460409728</id><published>2008-01-29T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T21:53:31.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balancing mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/WtpH5pqhui/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/WtpH5pqhui/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your legs must be tired cause you're running on my mind all night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wna thank the loves wholeheartedly for everything :D&lt;br /&gt;Jolene, Sherina, Florence, QianYun, Joyce, Yisheng, CheongJing, Weijie, Ruijing, Zuxiang, &amp; Jingjie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the well-planned surprise birthday party you guys had thrown for me and I'm super touched okay! &amp;I miss you peoeple lots, cuz' lessons are never the same without you people :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you guys to bits!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One test after another this week, Uncountable with five fingers but ugh, already screwed two. Chinese was done horrendously with zilch hope cause I could hardly understand the comprehension. Man, I seriously need to pull up my socks and come to my senses that I actually had alot to catch up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuff said. I've started reading again since the halt at mid-December. three cheers alright? Was planning to visit Borders today to get myself a new journal and perhaps a couple of magazines but the rain decides my fate luh. &lt;br /&gt;It doesn't really matter in the end cause I was so exhausted that I plodded onto the bed first thing when I reached home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life, I'm actually looking forward to Chinese Newyear. Nothing beats the 4days to get away from harsh reality. And the following Monday, I shall replenish my Scrapbook materials for Val's day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid, stupid crush.&lt;br /&gt;Mr McSweetness, I thought I'm through with you alr.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently not huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-6528704235460409728?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6528704235460409728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=6528704235460409728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/6528704235460409728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/6528704235460409728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/01/balacing-mood.html' title='Balancing mood.'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-4291270071421680809</id><published>2008-01-23T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T21:33:48.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teen Vogue</title><content type='html'>I want the newest issue of teen vogue! &lt;br /&gt;Blake lively is on the cover luh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-4291270071421680809?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4291270071421680809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=4291270071421680809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/4291270071421680809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/4291270071421680809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/01/teen-vogue.html' title='Teen Vogue'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-6944657690634643555</id><published>2008-01-21T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T19:25:59.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling onto the wrong track</title><content type='html'>I'm back using the old computer which I hardly ever touch besides emergency but I can always make an exception. Right now, I'm getting alittle grumpy because it's working as slow as tortoise with leg cramps as it make its way to the finishing line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting pretty psych out about &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;. One friggin unnoticeable mistake you made and you'll had to stick it with it as long as it takes. I should have undo the knot possibly 2 years ago but no, I chose to fight on. Only to find myself flaked out when evading responsibility may be a better choice after all. &lt;br /&gt;Damn the scientists. How come they aren't smart enough to invent time machine? &lt;br /&gt;I feel terrible. I mean genuinely terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need something to look forward to, somewhere where I feel a sense of belonging. Anything that is able to bring me back on the right track, allowing me to catch the slightest glimpse of hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, all I wanted is to get out of this shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-6944657690634643555?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6944657690634643555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=6944657690634643555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/6944657690634643555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/6944657690634643555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/01/rolling-onto-wrong-track.html' title='Rolling onto the wrong track'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-8647337974757850518</id><published>2008-01-12T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T18:20:55.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So many homework, so little time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/hwqTVJtv5m/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/hwqTVJtv5m/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title says it all.&lt;br /&gt;It's all about me and the meanie homework teachers gave. Plenty this week and preparations for literature quiz/presentation are no exception.&lt;br /&gt;If this goes on, I doubt I'll live this thing call life anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, there's no Chinese assignments so I don't have to spend at least 2 hours staring a the blank composition pad waiting for inspirations to come by and another 2 hours rummaging my brain to do a good work and trying not to display my 10-years-old limited Chinese vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gna&lt;/span&gt; improve my Chinese for the sake of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;O'level&lt;/span&gt; this year so that I'll still have a place for higher Chinese and call for a rejoice when I can finally get this whole thing out of my life. Nobody says you need 2 languages to survive. Basics are enough, just for the plain communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons has been alright so far. We have a few decent teachers, a couple of firm ones and of course the type that urge you to sleep in class. (hint: physics) I don't know if it's the nature of the subject or the way he teaches but it totally bores me to tears.&lt;br /&gt;Timetable's changed again and no, I don't like it. We back off to the usual 4.15 on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mondays&lt;/span&gt; and I can't afford to stock my scrapbook &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;supplies&lt;/span&gt; anymore for double stamps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completed the whole season 1 of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gossipgirls&lt;/span&gt; already and now I have nothing to look forward to! The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; series has been amazing, well much better than the books I read 3 years ago. Alright, cancel out the s cause I gave up after reading the first book. Another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;absence&lt;/span&gt; of driving climax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to run already. My left eye hurts and stupid Ryan has been spreading around that I wore eyeliner &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;luh&lt;/span&gt;. Ha. I wish. I still have this thing for guys who have an affinity for eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never dies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-8647337974757850518?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8647337974757850518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=8647337974757850518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/8647337974757850518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/8647337974757850518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-many-homework-so-little-time.html' title='So many homework, so little time.'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-7636501295830014200</id><published>2008-01-04T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T20:27:28.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoved aside</title><content type='html'>Shoot me already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to say that I'm trashed with homework, it'll be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; of an understatement because apparently, I'm certain that the amount of homework/tests/presentations given to us could form Singapore's new hill, if accumulated. Mind you, it's only the third day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be on hiatus for a while or maybe I'll drop by to blog once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm&lt;strong&gt; hell busy&lt;/strong&gt; and I doubt any of my daily-school rantings will interest you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that familiar feeling still lingers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-7636501295830014200?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7636501295830014200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=7636501295830014200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/7636501295830014200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/7636501295830014200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2008/01/shoved-aside.html' title='Shoved aside'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-1959971924866758981</id><published>2007-12-31T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T20:12:40.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring in the dark clouds</title><content type='html'>Let's just put it this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2008's gna stink big time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After looking at the much anticipated timetable, I think that death's looking like the only positive option on my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching home before three doesn't exist anymore. Nice and friendly teachers are banished from this world or rather my world and replaced by alien-characterized ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, 3Bn doesn't sound like my ideal studying environment anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-1959971924866758981?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1959971924866758981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=1959971924866758981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/1959971924866758981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/1959971924866758981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2007/12/bring-in-dark-clouds.html' title='Bring in the dark clouds'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-8598879941468931905</id><published>2007-12-30T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:34:56.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold on tight</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/rF3DiyV0pd/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/rF3DiyV0pd/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe this.&lt;br /&gt;A few days back, I happened to be sitting in front of the TV screen, flipping through channels when I stumbled into Starworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flabbergasted, I tried a couple more channels.&lt;br /&gt;I'd MTV and Starworld channel for nearly 5 years and I don't have the slightest clue. I wouldn't be that bad if I've figured it out in the beginning of the holidays but right now, I doubt I'll be able to indulge in any of the shows under the watchful eyes of my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finished those tedious homework already. Done journals before December approached and procrastinated for another month before starting on Chinese. I didn't even cook before attempting the essay like I was told to on the piece of instruction paper possibly stuck at the bottom of my many textbooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's see...Less 48 hours till we wave off 2007. My instincts has been screaming loud enough to let me know that it'll be marked down in my history as the Year Of Disaster. I'm not kidding here. I know how I feel and it ain't feels right. I mean, it's not one of those school days dread which I could easily get over by 24 hours but hey, we're talking about an entire year here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be Miss Worry anytime from now. I can live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock doesn't stop for Cinderella so I don't see any reason they should stop for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, I'm hooked onto Gossip Girl TV series and I couldn't get enough of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throw in parties, love triangle, occasional back stabs, sex, scandals and you get the drama.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And the cast is Sizzling Hot no? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149677407576519746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="213" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CglTnuP05k/R3dUUWpz9EI/AAAAAAAAAbY/oTCCkm7F0wU/s320/gg1.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149677489180898386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="213" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4CglTnuP05k/R3dUZGpz9FI/AAAAAAAAAbg/OjHaMnI8wNc/s320/gg2.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-8598879941468931905?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8598879941468931905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=8598879941468931905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/8598879941468931905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/8598879941468931905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2007/12/hold-on-tight.html' title='Hold on tight'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_4CglTnuP05k/R3dUUWpz9EI/AAAAAAAAAbY/oTCCkm7F0wU/s72-c/gg1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052854411676517454.post-4546703272646475353</id><published>2007-12-27T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T19:08:07.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth celebrating</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY DAR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOLENE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp; MY ALWAYS-SEXY &lt;strong&gt;PIG XM&lt;/strong&gt; (tomorrow) :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-4546703272646475353?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4546703272646475353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=4546703272646475353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/4546703272646475353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/4546703272646475353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2007/12/worth-celebrating.html' title='Worth celebrating'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-5581083389266637153</id><published>2007-12-25T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T16:30:30.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs rushton to be</title><content type='html'>I can't help but to put this up as well cuz' if you look closely,&lt;br /&gt;Steve's facial expression is hell hilarious here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QJHSLjKgWzQ&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QJHSLjKgWzQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="360" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-5581083389266637153?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5581083389266637153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=5581083389266637153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/5581083389266637153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/5581083389266637153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2007/12/mrs-rushton-to-be.html' title='Mrs rushton to be'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-4427890315616176718</id><published>2007-12-24T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T14:34:12.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ticket Outta Loserville</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Son of Dork - Ticket Outta Loserville (Live @ TOTP) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fvKq-9ZghQ4&amp;amp;rel=" width="360" height="250" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; SOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and Steve's super adorable in here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT THEM BACK! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-4427890315616176718?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4427890315616176718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=4427890315616176718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/4427890315616176718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/4427890315616176718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2007/12/ticket-outta-loserville.html' title='Ticket Outta Loserville'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-6971290417115148343</id><published>2007-12-24T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:34:58.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little did she know</title><content type='html'>I came to two conclusion yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Sherina has acting/convincing hidden talent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Jolene can easily buy any stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We threw a surprise birthday party for Jo at ecp yesterday. It turns out really well cause no doubt she was in shock. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left home early to meet the guys at parkway to get party supplies (balloons, paper plates ...etc) and the cake. HAHA and waited for Sher and Jo who was clueless that we're planning it luh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after the celebration we cycled in the rain :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, full story at Jo's blog! I'm going for the pictures now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147360036497126290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CglTnuP05k/R28Yrmpz85I/AAAAAAAAAaA/RngTMZQRlZE/s200/DSC00964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147360242655556514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CglTnuP05k/R28Y3mpz86I/AAAAAAAAAaI/eUHaGzcb4kg/s200/DSC00966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147360380094510002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CglTnuP05k/R28Y_mpz87I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/a6R5axT10Gs/s200/DSC00970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147360521828430786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4CglTnuP05k/R28ZH2pz88I/AAAAAAAAAaY/fSYhv3kNre0/s200/DSC00972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147360607727776722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4CglTnuP05k/R28ZM2pz89I/AAAAAAAAAag/R5qKyKS3PCc/s200/DSC00975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147360736576795618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CglTnuP05k/R28ZUWpz8-I/AAAAAAAAAao/VrtXPDpDGqE/s200/DSC00977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147360968505029634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4CglTnuP05k/R28Zh2pz9AI/AAAAAAAAAa4/0AAebiS3ODw/s200/DSC00985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147363730169001010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CglTnuP05k/R28cCmpz9DI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/S2BKNvpHXX4/s200/DSC00986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147361264857773090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4CglTnuP05k/R28ZzGpz9CI/AAAAAAAAAbI/t_4To-ANwY4/s200/DSC00989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-6971290417115148343?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6971290417115148343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=6971290417115148343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/6971290417115148343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/6971290417115148343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2007/12/little-did-she-know.html' title='Little did she know'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_4CglTnuP05k/R28Yrmpz85I/AAAAAAAAAaA/RngTMZQRlZE/s72-c/DSC00964.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052854411676517454.post-467661410315455672</id><published>2007-12-22T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T01:29:00.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective</title><content type='html'>Okay, it's close to one in the morning and I've absolutely no idea what urge me to blog this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some blog hopping to award myself after completing one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; test thrice! I deserve a clap do I? On any other days, I couldn't care less since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; exist in my world but then again, I hate those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fugly&lt;/span&gt; red marks staining in my portal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say the 2008 batch of secondary ones have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of views about being admitted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cchms&lt;/span&gt;. Many positive ones, and of course a couple who display much reluctance and a growing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;malignance&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the continuous frustration and whining.&lt;br /&gt;I can understand them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not. I &lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt; one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cchms&lt;/span&gt; wasn't my first choice and all my other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;besties&lt;/span&gt; were in another school. I mourned and lamented for days, weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't concentrate in class and tried to comfort myself by reminding myself I'll be leaving in a couple of days and I'll just put up with it for a moment with of course a hint of doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much set a dog-eye in every aspect of the school. The building, the people, the teachers, the rules etc. I dread school every single day couldn't part my watch for every single minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I hated the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half a year passed, a year passed, 2 years passed, I can laughed it off and take back my words now. I've got a bunch of fabulous-to-the-core friends and I love them to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud to be part of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;chung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cheng&lt;/span&gt; and I love it here (except for you-know-what) But whatever, I &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; love it here and I &lt;strong&gt;dare&lt;/strong&gt; to call it my second home (after Borders that's it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;HMV&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everything above sounds crazy but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;wna&lt;/span&gt; share it with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;whoever's&lt;/span&gt; reading this now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-467661410315455672?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/467661410315455672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=467661410315455672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/467661410315455672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/467661410315455672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2007/12/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-629981170786124735</id><published>2007-12-19T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:34:59.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Etched</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CglTnuP05k/R2jeBWpz84I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Lf17-5sBcfo/s1600-h/pic+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145606689112978306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="168" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CglTnuP05k/R2jeBWpz84I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Lf17-5sBcfo/s200/pic+2.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cherished what you've been blessed with and not the loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the loves:&lt;br /&gt;The key word is believe.&lt;br /&gt;We'll stay strong people :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-629981170786124735?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/629981170786124735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=629981170786124735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/629981170786124735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/629981170786124735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2007/12/etched.html' title='Etched'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_4CglTnuP05k/R2jeBWpz84I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Lf17-5sBcfo/s72-c/pic+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052854411676517454.post-3108236022508377033</id><published>2007-12-18T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T18:21:37.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopping mad</title><content type='html'>I know this sounds crazy but well, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PUMPKIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; SOUP!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shreya&lt;/span&gt; would say that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; into whatever soups &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;luh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cream Of Mushroom, Minestrone, Clam Chowder (without the clam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;), Corn ... you name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Shreya&lt;/span&gt; if you're reading this, save the smirk.&lt;br /&gt;but roasted pumpkin soup is on top of my list now. Stupid cravings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, that was random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went out with the loves yesterday - Jo, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sherina&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Weijie&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ruijng&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Alvin and the Chipmunks. I'm impressed about how Jesse McCartney's voice turn out to be.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was really funny cause of JO AND THE COW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm down with parched throat and major swollen gums.&lt;br /&gt;I'll draw you a picture. They're swollen to the size of a mini-bloated curry puff. I'll let your imagination run wild to define the word 'mini'&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but it's like I'm only given two choices:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either to allow my jaws to hang open inviting passing flies or whatever to enter or by shutting tight and endure the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does one never gives in to depression, confusion and self-doubt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright people! Look and learn how I kill boredom. The get-a-stick-and-hit is so yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;I've been a way too excellent kid this year (gags) so I'm just wondering if I could have my present?&lt;br /&gt;Choose one below the list and drop it on my bed on Christmas eve's night okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;THANKYOU&lt;/span&gt; in advance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Your red suit is getting way to dirty. Have you washed them? OOPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Esnips&lt;/span&gt; to start working again&lt;br /&gt;2. Parent's approval in you-know-what&lt;br /&gt;3. 2008 to be a fabulous year (to prove my instincts wrong)&lt;br /&gt;4. Make new friends and keep the old&lt;br /&gt;5. World Peace&lt;br /&gt;6. A bottle-full of priceless courage&lt;br /&gt;7. Satisfying grades&lt;br /&gt;8. Good hair days&lt;br /&gt;9. A sudden increase of growth attack&lt;br /&gt;10. Books are always welcome :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-3108236022508377033?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3108236022508377033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=3108236022508377033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/3108236022508377033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/3108236022508377033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2007/12/hopping-mad.html' title='Hopping mad'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-783821413898511868</id><published>2007-12-12T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T22:42:17.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perth</title><content type='html'>Back from Perth!&lt;br /&gt;The weather there was surprisingly cold despite in summer, the beaches are really beautiful, everything cost a bomb and there are plenty of hot guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh plus that palm-sized eight-legged monster we saw sticking onto the walls of our bedroom in the farm but the magnificant stars we witnessed at night made up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, they were amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/GV6zFkiOdu/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/GV6zFkiOdu/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't deny your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You know I try to read between the lines&lt;br /&gt;I saw a warning sign&lt;br /&gt;And then you threw me up against the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who said that it's better to have loved and lost?&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I had never loved at all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally rock my house!&lt;br /&gt;Pity it took nearly 10 plays to realise it though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are nearly over, just a couple of weeks left and I'm left to face hell.&lt;br /&gt;Next year's gna be pretty bad, I just know it.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't got the time to start Chinese yet. Fine, you're right. I'm just too lazy to get over that pile of junk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-783821413898511868?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/783821413898511868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=783821413898511868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/783821413898511868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/783821413898511868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2007/12/back-from-perth-weather-there-was.html' title='Perth'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-5299364381882304999</id><published>2007-12-01T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T12:25:37.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Inch Forward</title><content type='html'>Yay me :D&lt;br /&gt;Completed that whole load of 10 weeks journal, went for a second piercing and got myself a newurbanmale bag. Not the one I've been eyeing for months though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, yay me :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-5299364381882304999?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5299364381882304999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=5299364381882304999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/5299364381882304999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/5299364381882304999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2007/12/inch-forward.html' title='An Inch Forward'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-609777877576239392</id><published>2007-11-26T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T19:46:59.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new title</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/uQZdE2QNSN/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/uQZdE2QNSN/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've entirely no clue what gives me the urge to blog now because if there's anything wanted to do right this minute, coming online to enjoy interaction with the keyboard will be at the bottom of the list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I wont deny it. I'm switching on to my weary and dispirit mood.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still alright yesterday. Laughing and messing around with cards at Starbucks for 3 hours with my loves who never fails to draw that smile on my face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once I sat face to face with the monitor screen, I'm obliged to face another wave of emptiness and certain inevitable thoughts that revolve around my mind. I'm not talking about major make-you-go-headache problems. Just the typical ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the thought of being stuck at home for another week before seeing my loves again. Maybe it's the thought of sheer pressure next year. Maybe it's the thought of how I ought to whip up a story on how my big massive mouth crushed someone's dream. No, not someone's. My good friend's to be precise. I knew he could have pursue it even without my words but then again, I'm partly to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one person involved right?&lt;br /&gt;Wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about disappointing someone who yearns and anticipates being blessed by the ability to look at him during monotonous lessons? In short, I'm all to blame for the fact they're apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go well with crushing good friends' dreams title.&lt;br /&gt;Anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-609777877576239392?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/609777877576239392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=609777877576239392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/609777877576239392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/609777877576239392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2007/11/ive-entirely-no-clue-what-gives-me-urge.html' title='My new title'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-2728330088404083955</id><published>2007-11-25T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T21:23:17.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanished</title><content type='html'>I'm positively certain that it's my fault.&lt;br /&gt;and it just drained all happiness out that was present a minute ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screwed up again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-2728330088404083955?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2728330088404083955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=2728330088404083955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/2728330088404083955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/2728330088404083955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2007/11/vanished.html' title='Vanished'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-2385841246460840225</id><published>2007-11-20T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T19:11:12.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down The Hill</title><content type='html'>Who says holidays meant excitement, emptying piggybanks and tossing aside worksheets and textbooks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine, leave the last part out.&lt;br /&gt;But still, I feel as though this is like some sort of silly competition to see who could ward off boredom for two months. Whoever wins get this oversized tee thrown over their head that reads "I survived 2 months of shit and I feel a sense of accomplishment". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already done finding definitions of those 10 weeks of words, you know, the matching and fill-in-the-blanks stuff. Not those journals. I still need to find the right time to muster good inspirations to start on those. And a horrible start on one of the chinese test. It's looks pretty okay to me without mum's help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a date with shreya tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;Movie, Doughnuts (Already sick of it, but hey, I can do the watching instead) and restocking my scrapbook supplies. I was sitting glued to the monitor screen when I just thought of a brilliant idea that involve some makeover in my room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think my parents are gna be too thrilled about it so I don't really intend to let them know about it first. Just had a tiff with my dad so uh, things are pretty unstable at home. Mum and dad are quarreling over some stupid crumple pieces of papers with a few certain digits on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever says that money makes the world go round is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Money make this world go upside down.&lt;br /&gt;Man, it's like this whole rotten world and your lives depanded on financial security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And uh, I think Son Of Dork's future's pretty bleak. &lt;br /&gt;Kinda miss watching their new gigs on youtube. Dave and Chris'd quited like a month ago, Danny's got a new band, Steve's writing songs (I love him :D) and James' in America busy with his girlfriend's band.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-2385841246460840225?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2385841246460840225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=2385841246460840225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/2385841246460840225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/2385841246460840225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2007/11/down-hill.html' title='Down The Hill'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-8148431893195791701</id><published>2007-11-20T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T15:07:09.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Got It</title><content type='html'>You Got It -  Lucas Grabeel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="220"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_sS9UystBuM&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_sS9UystBuM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="220"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas's friggin' adorable here :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-8148431893195791701?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8148431893195791701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=8148431893195791701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/8148431893195791701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/8148431893195791701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-got-it.html' title='You Got It'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-2834625605966066583</id><published>2007-11-18T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T09:28:05.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss My Friends</title><content type='html'>I miss my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-2834625605966066583?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2834625605966066583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=2834625605966066583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/2834625605966066583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/2834625605966066583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-miss-my-friends.html' title='I Miss My Friends'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-5713508755887678972</id><published>2007-11-14T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T18:37:01.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eliminate Thrill</title><content type='html'>Congratulations, I just awarded myself with a slap for being the worst loser in town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-5713508755887678972?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5713508755887678972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=5713508755887678972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/5713508755887678972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/5713508755887678972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2007/11/congratulations-i-just-awarded-myself.html' title='Eliminate Thrill'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-6524107982414634974</id><published>2007-11-14T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T18:23:16.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter End</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My reasons for appeal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have doubt in handling 9 major subjects next year, which is a very tedious thing if as I've a very time-consuming CCA which already took away half of my weekends and thats usually the ideal time for revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, having to take 9 subjects and being in the best class means that each and every teacher will eventually have higher expectations on you. However, I merely scraped by the needed criteria for 9sub (by only 0.3) and only a couple of marks for English. Not that I wouldn't give my best shot next year, it's just I wouldn’t be so sure I will do as well as I did this time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having surrounded by smart students sure give one the ‘push’ to thrive for better results and constant reminder of revision, but it may also mean more stress and pressure for another. Perhaps, I’ll be all demoralized by the time O'levels comes around. I'm sure you agree with me that this isn't very healthy isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8Triple (E Geog) seems like the best choice for me. You can say it's my passion for Sciences, regardless Physics, Chemistry or Biology. As for the need to question my ability to tackle the one and only humanity, I can state with certainty that I will put all my best efforts on it instead of having to concentrate on 2 humanities. Besides, Literature really isn't worth studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that it's unfair for the school to place me in my second option when clearly; I'm eligible for the first. Don't I have the priority to get into my first choice before the others since my results are decent enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can assure you that I'll do my very best to attained the best results next year and I hereby sincerely hope that the school will acknowledge my appeal from 9subjects to 8Triple (E Geog) Many thanks.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school with a mindset that urge me to appeal but Xiaolin mentioned that even if my appeal to Triple is successful, I'll still be in the 9sub class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't see why I should appeal anymore since the main reasons why I'm appealing in the first place is to avoid tough competition and also have a few familiar faces around when school starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I shall just drop a couple of subjects along the route to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm having my fingers crossed and hope that I'll not get Davamoni for Literature. (Not for racist purposes her or anything) I just don't have a affinity for teachers who calls on students for answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smugging and gloating over our misfortune and embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;Those stupid one minute of pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professors in Law Schools are probably worst though.&lt;br /&gt;I read that once in a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so not looking forward to upper sec luh.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm leading a lousy-to the max life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a grip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-6524107982414634974?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6524107982414634974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=6524107982414634974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/6524107982414634974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/6524107982414634974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-reasons-for-appeal-i-have-doubt-in.html' title='Bitter End'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-2753088649466075324</id><published>2007-11-13T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T18:30:22.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appeal Form</title><content type='html'>Completed the short essay on the reasons for my appeal.&lt;br /&gt;Inspirations from Ryan :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-2753088649466075324?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2753088649466075324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=2753088649466075324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/2753088649466075324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/2753088649466075324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2007/11/appeal-form.html' title='Appeal Form'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-3049078037832301792</id><published>2007-11-13T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T10:25:28.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Boredom</title><content type='html'>Okay, a temporary new skin.&lt;br /&gt;It's a little screwed but just bear with it for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it works on your computer but I'm seeing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; characters here and there and I'm having shades of barbie doll font colour splashed across the entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe this.&lt;br /&gt;Just signed into my student portal and realised I've disciplinary records on inappropriate attire/grooming, recorded on 25 October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember &lt;strong&gt;anything&lt;/strong&gt;, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;This must be an old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;april&lt;/span&gt; fool's joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've attained a demerit point for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Screw you, school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm awfully bored at home.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;need &lt;/strong&gt;books to keep me occupied but I'm dead lazy to shift my ass to the library. So now, I'm surviving on copies of Reader Digest lying around the house (they're free) and stories from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;FictionPress&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still debating whether to start on the absurd amount of Chinese homework given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I better get going then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, The Fading Room music are pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;Check them out? &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendID=176059036"&gt;Click?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still figuring out how to get those downloaded into my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-3049078037832301792?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3049078037832301792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=3049078037832301792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/3049078037832301792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/3049078037832301792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2007/11/out-of-boredom.html' title='Out of Boredom'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-8889435935735820611</id><published>2007-11-11T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T13:06:53.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isolated</title><content type='html'>I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Our school has &lt;strong&gt;bloody no respect&lt;/strong&gt; for our decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO? I'M PLACED IN MY SECOND OPTION WHEN CLEARLY I'M ELIGIBLE FOR MY FIRST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST BECAUSE NOBODY WANTS TO GO THERE DOESN'T GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO PUT US IN THAT STREAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school just crushed my future and took away my circle of friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-8889435935735820611?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8889435935735820611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=8889435935735820611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/8889435935735820611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/8889435935735820611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2007/11/isolated.html' title='Isolated'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-3358301744020746628</id><published>2007-11-11T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T21:59:49.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plunges right back to hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;{edited}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SCREW THE DAMN BASTARD SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-3358301744020746628?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3358301744020746628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=3358301744020746628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/3358301744020746628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/3358301744020746628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2007/11/screw-damn-fcking-school.html' title='Plunges right back to hell'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6052854411676517454.post-1595739320183081114</id><published>2007-11-10T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T17:34:39.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helplessly</title><content type='html'>It doesn't matter any more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052854411676517454-1595739320183081114?l=blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1595739320183081114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052854411676517454&amp;postID=1595739320183081114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/1595739320183081114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052854411676517454/posts/default/1595739320183081114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackvelvetroses.blogspot.com/2007/11/helplessly.html' title='Helplessly'/><author><name>freakout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03839162030722347548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
