<?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-26554039</id><updated>2011-07-08T12:01:55.911+08:00</updated><category term='composition'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='dedicated'/><category term='lists'/><title type='text'>ignited</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>299</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-2042496869170878333</id><published>2010-04-14T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T00:33:12.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;hallo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;why yes, i am finally moving to&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://sureatrocity.livejournal.com/"&gt;livejournal&lt;/a&gt;. nothing personal, blogger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;my reason for moving is on the site, so yeah. just everything there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;this blog will not be deleted, but the url will be changed in a few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;goodbye, blogger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-2042496869170878333?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2042496869170878333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=2042496869170878333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/2042496869170878333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/2042496869170878333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2010/04/moved.html' title='MOVED'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-4951172984621041518</id><published>2010-04-05T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T00:37:22.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know that i could use somebody</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;someone like you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;hullo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's been a week. how have you been?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been crammed up with homework and shit for the past few days, but i have yet to start preparing for the coming mid-year exams. gorshdamnit. i think i may just have ADHD. hmm, so i finally gone to the clinic for a check-up cos i kept having&amp;nbsp;migraines&amp;nbsp;lately, and zoOm is finally over. i just want to thank bernard and hadzi for being super awesome and coming to the event. team DVD is awesome and we totally won, just not officially. hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in other news,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there really isn't other news. i just wanted to have an excuse to post things i found on tumblr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxvi1qHKus1qa1brxo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxvi1qHKus1qa1brxo1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kz6a56oJui1qa1brxo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kz6a56oJui1qa1brxo1_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kzdmohwaSz1qzu1fjo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kzdmohwaSz1qzu1fjo1_500.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i thought about ace when i saw this. hahaha. she'll prolly know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm gonna continue talking to jem for a bit, then i'll go off and sleep. i like talking to him. we'll always start off with intense arguements, and i mean ALWAYS, but we'd end up agreeing with each other in the end. not that anyone loses the arguement, we just agree. i can't explain. haha. i don't think i can talk so like, freely with anyone else. he's like the only person i can face and say 'you look like shit' and be totally serious and not in a&amp;nbsp;demeaning manner. how interesting. okay, i've totally digressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight and goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-4951172984621041518?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/4951172984621041518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=4951172984621041518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/4951172984621041518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/4951172984621041518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-know-that-i-could-use-somebody.html' title='you know that i could use somebody'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-4620799723399712797</id><published>2010-03-29T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T22:25:21.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i swear i didn't mean for it to feel like this</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;like every inch of me is bruised.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;bruised&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/liza.rae.ruedas/Ignited?authkey=Gv1sRgCO-1mLuNodqQpQE#5454061366313671202"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_8HaojtRIBis/S7C36nJO2iI/AAAAAAAAAbc/avfnpDthmRA/s288/iphone_photo.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my right arm is aching pretty badly, and i'm guessing it's from lazerquest. according to the guys, i hold my gun straight on (like talahasse from zombieland) and walk around shooting people instead of running. i pro hor~ hahaha. then when i get shot, i can't shoot. so i instinctively cock the gun down like if it was a double-barrel, which sort of doesn't make sense cos you can't hold a double-barrel like that. HAHA. i'm cool la, hands down(; i couldn't be bothered to run cos during my first round, i was running and my gun kept disconnecting and i had to run out to connect it back. so annoying. oh well, it was completely fun anyway. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, i've finally gotten a check-up at the polyclinic today. i've had this foot problem and i kept getting migranes lately. i had to keep bringing panadol extra around wherever i go, and people kept calling me a druggie. oh joy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, i probably won't have time to blog these days cos i've usually been busy with stuff. this week i have three tests, recording with waiyan tomorrow/wednesday, zoom on saturday and easter drama on sunday. omgosh, embarassing. oh well, i'm doing it for God! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's already 10:16pm. seems early, but i'm already feeling tired. i'm gonna go to bed and sleep now. goodnight and goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/liza.rae.ruedas/Ignited?authkey=Gv1sRgCO-1mLuNodqQpQE#5454061373985526946"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="176" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8HaojtRIBis/S7C37DuWFKI/AAAAAAAAAbg/WK-3EqcPhok/s288/iphone_photo.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm living on borrowed time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- from Stalin, with love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-4620799723399712797?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/4620799723399712797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=4620799723399712797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/4620799723399712797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/4620799723399712797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-swear-i-didnt-mean-for-it-to-feel.html' title='i swear i didn&amp;#39;t mean for it to feel like this'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_8HaojtRIBis/S7C36nJO2iI/AAAAAAAAAbc/avfnpDthmRA/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-2388152768267863197</id><published>2010-03-21T03:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T22:26:43.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I remember every look upon your face.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;The way you roll your eyes, the way you taste&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1.06am and I can't fall asleep. I've been trying to for the past 2 hours and I just can't. I've been thinking about you.  Wait, who are you again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/liza.rae.ruedas/Ignited?authkey=Gv1sRgCO-1mLuNodqQpQE#5450885588443144338"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="187" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_8HaojtRIBis/S6VvkApzIJI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NaB5z8RqExg/s288/iphone_photo.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannen's Facebook status: &lt;i&gt;girls smile ear to ear when she receives a text from a boy she fancies.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a hint, babe. Wanna see me smile, right?(; HAHAHA. I am going out of my mind. Today, after the rehearsal, I ran around and was jumping in the middle of the road at church cos there weren't any cars around and I got super highhhhhh! I was very tempted to lie down right there and then, but it wasn't like I could take a photo, so it's not worth risking anything. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be back to school tomorrow. One word. Ugh. Yes, I am aware that 'ugh' isn't even an actual word, but who are you to judge. Bleurgh. I haven't started on any of my homework yet, as I have been too busy having a life. And sleeping. Sleep is goooood. Anyway, I promised myself, and other people, that this week would be the last slacking week, and from tomorrow, I'd start to get serious with my schoolwork. Ugh. Just thinking about it gives me the heebiejeebies. Well, I do need to catch up on a lot of work, but I don't think I'm THAT far behind. I admit, I am lazy, incompetent, forgetful, irresponisible and undisciplined. Yes, I am one horrible person, but I am smart. I know I'm smart. I can get and understand things pretty easily if I just bothered to. And no, I usually don't bother to. Screw studies, man, I'd rather memorize every one of Brett Erlich's Viral Video Film School podcasts, but oh well. This year, I'd have to focus on Geography and Chemistry and shizz. Oh joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/liza.rae.ruedas/Ignited?authkey=Gv1sRgCO-1mLuNodqQpQE#5450885598544513298"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_8HaojtRIBis/S6VvkmSJyRI/AAAAAAAAAbY/6HtHYKlUBiE/s288/iphone_photo.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="187" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2.03 now. Slumber calls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- from Stalin, with love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-2388152768267863197?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2388152768267863197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=2388152768267863197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/2388152768267863197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/2388152768267863197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-remember-every-look-upon-your-face.html' title='I remember every look upon your face.'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_8HaojtRIBis/S6VvkApzIJI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NaB5z8RqExg/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-4550014911981647248</id><published>2010-03-17T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T22:27:04.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I wake up, the dream isn't done.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I wanna see your face and know I made it home.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you do not follow me on Twitter, which I'm sure most of you don't and I thank God for that (somehow), I have finally watched Alice in Wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, &lt;b&gt;the verdict:&lt;/b&gt; visuals were, of course, stunning. Tim Burton does not disappoint. The cast were amazing as well. I love Anne Hathaway, but I dislike she's all pansy in the movie. Yes, I get it. She's the prim and proper queen, but it just doesn't seem to suit her. I can imagine her being totally evil as the red queen. Hehe. I love alice's dresses too. Amazing stylists! The only thing I didn't like about the movie though is that it lacks plot. I don't know if it's just because I've expected way too much, considering it IS Alice in Wonderland, or whether I'm right, but yeah. Not enough story. Just the same old Alice bonanza. Overall, I still think it's a great movie to watch if you're not too much of an in depth person. Not Tim Burton's best work, but I think he really made it much more alive and made people view the story in another angle. I'd say 3.5 out of 5 stars. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/liza.rae.ruedas/Ignited?authkey=Gv1sRgCO-1mLuNodqQpQE#5449616582320778866"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8HaojtRIBis/S6DtaIdO7nI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/kATU9fq_gpI/s288/iphone_photo.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="56" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the girls and the boys and people making noise, I wanna hear you shout, bring 'em out! Bring 'em out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- from Stalin, with love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-4550014911981647248?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/4550014911981647248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=4550014911981647248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/4550014911981647248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/4550014911981647248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-i-wake-up-dream-isn-done.html' title='When I wake up, the dream isn&amp;#39;t done.'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8HaojtRIBis/S6DtaIdO7nI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/kATU9fq_gpI/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-4716882715362655320</id><published>2010-03-16T17:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T22:28:07.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're my first love. You're my true love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;You are all I need.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I went to CHC's Youth Meeting with Shannen and W531. I totally didn't regret missing out on Alice in Wonderland, not even a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something dawned on me when I woke up this morning. I'm a daughter of God. Jesus is my big brother. Do you have any idea how awesome that is?! God eh! Jesus eh! Frikkin amazing. Sure, I already knew that before, but I've never really fully realized how much that meant. I think it's seriously damn cool la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's my second day of so-called holidays and I haven't touched any of my homework and I'm currently bumming. This will probably the last day I'll get to bum for the rest of this school year. I got back my results last Friday, and I was waaaaaay below average. I wasn't disappointed. I wasn't even surprised. I didn't put any effort this term at all, so no biggie, but I'm totally gonna start mugging next term. There's a lot to catch up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Plans during the 'holidays'&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Geography supplementary lesson, Youth meeting with Shannen&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - bumming galore, movies with dad and bro&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - renew ATM card, renew IC, maybe Minds Cafe with Emily if she's free&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - A Maths supplementary lesson, Sentosa with YouthZone&lt;br /&gt;Friday - Geography supplementary lesson, HPB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy week, ey? Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel empty. I just spent the whole day watching stuff on YouTube, it really isn't that much considering I woke up at 2pm, and I don't feel satisfied. I don't just feel bored, it's like.. I'm not doing what I'm supposed to be doing, and I just don't mean the homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, jealousy. "It's jealousy, they could see that we've got it going on!". Do we really? I'd like to say 'i hope so', but I don't want to sound despo. Oh geez. I wonder how life would be without all the complications. Would it be better? I think it's just going to be boring, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I am no longer making sense so I shall go off now and fix my iTunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice chat with Constance on the way back from Expo last night. Yes, I just had to say that(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LUCIANA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss my hamster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/liza.rae.ruedas/Ignited?authkey=Gv1sRgCO-1mLuNodqQpQE#5449615607353149298"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8HaojtRIBis/S6DshYa1h3I/AAAAAAAAAbM/LVtDK7wUzMI/s288/iphone_photo.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- from Stalin, with love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-4716882715362655320?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/4716882715362655320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=4716882715362655320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/4716882715362655320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/4716882715362655320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-my-first-love-you-my-true-love.html' title='You&amp;#39;re my first love. You&amp;#39;re my true love.'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8HaojtRIBis/S6DshYa1h3I/AAAAAAAAAbM/LVtDK7wUzMI/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-5973471321906682436</id><published>2010-03-15T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T16:53:17.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The devil comes in shorts skirts and boobies. In my case, it's guys in dress shoes, jeans, casual tshirt and a blazer.</title><content type='html'>Bradley Cooper in The Hangover and Gerard Butler in The Ugly Truth. Yumyum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home from Orchard now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really bad. ): dammit, I really shouldn't let people know that guilt is my ultimate kryptonite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had geography supplementary lessons today, which was surprisingly not horrible! It was just a bit too much to digest, I guess. Anyway, after lessons, hadzi, Bernard, liyan, sufyan, Avery soh and I headed to Cineleisure planning to watch Alice in wonderland, but there wasn't a timing I could go for. ): so I told them to go without me, then they all started guilt-tripping me. It hurts okay! Hahaha. I felt sincerely bad, but oh well. Haha. Had lunch with them at kfc where I got stared at practically the whole time and liyan kept talking to me, then going 'wait! Why am I talking to you?!?'. HAHAHA. epic. Then NEOPRINTS. ZOHMYFRIKKINGOSH. NEOPRINTS! &lt;3 for the epic win. 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall post the pictures later (or not) when I reach home. Gonna sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I can't sleep. So I guess I shall continue typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about what ps nick talked about yesterday. "Who the Hell is the Devil?". Hilarious, ps nick, hilarious. Anyway, yeah. The devil doesn't need to 'possess' people into convulsions and spasms, he finally learned the art of subtlety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happened recently. I wanted to go for a church event, but some friends wanted me to go with them LAN-ing. If you know me personally, you'd know that if you gave me the option of LAN-ing first, I would've picked that in a heartbeat, but I still went for that event cos well, it's a church thing. I've never even missed cell for anything, unless it was absolutely necessary. So yeah, they said I was a pussy for ditching LAN-ing for a church event, and made me feel all guilty about it and other stuff. Do you have any idea how horrible that feels? I hate it when people say 'fine la, ditch us', omgosh. Just thinking about it gives me chills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. That's it. With that simple thing, BOOM! Devil. It's not even about LAN-ing luh, it's about friends making you feel bad to the point that you just wanna give up and go with them. And that story didn't really happen. It was just a random thing. I have a lot of time to think when I take the train from Somerset to ChoaChuKang. But yeah, I would still feel that horrible if something like that happened to me, and I might just give in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw you, low guilt-treshold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm tired and my batt's low so I shall stop here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- from Stalin, with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-5973471321906682436?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/5973471321906682436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=5973471321906682436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/5973471321906682436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/5973471321906682436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2010/03/devil-comes-in-shorts-skirts-and.html' title='The devil comes in shorts skirts and boobies. In my case, it&amp;#39;s guys in dress shoes, jeans, casual tshirt and a blazer.'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-4807650978512805241</id><published>2010-03-08T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:46:02.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It takes skill to miss someone right next to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I pro hor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me recently, bros before hos, to which I reply, _|_. At least if I was a ho, I get laid. Up yours, bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SAMUEL TAN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/liza.rae.ruedas/Ignited?authkey=Gv1sRgCO-1mLuNodqQpQE#5446217643620868434"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8HaojtRIBis/S5TaF3F8oVI/AAAAAAAAAbI/faipbCjtIv8/s288/iphone_photo.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall update more later. Or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- from Stalin, with love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-4807650978512805241?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/4807650978512805241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=4807650978512805241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/4807650978512805241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/4807650978512805241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-takes-skill-to-miss-someone-right.html' title='It takes skill to miss someone right next to you'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8HaojtRIBis/S5TaF3F8oVI/AAAAAAAAAbI/faipbCjtIv8/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-7105893709973450519</id><published>2010-03-06T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:45:06.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11:11</title><content type='html'>I'm typing this as I'm on the way home. Went to City Harvest Church today, since we didn't have cell and people weren't free to go out, and I don't regret it one bit. (: I've always liked CHC. Someone has even said that she's never heard me talk so passionately about anything this much before. Hahaha. Some of you may say, "like so much, then go move to that church la!", i'll tell you in a heartbeat that I'd love to, but I can't. I guess I could, but Daddy said I should stay, which totally doesn't make sense AT ALL. I mean, it's not like I despise CPBC, so it isn't really hard for me to stay, but you have no idea how much I like the 'culture', as siling calls it, in CHC. The hype, accountability, openness, friendlyness, power in sermons, you just have to go to their service to get it. Anyway, yeah. I really love CHC, but God's asking me to stay in CPBC, so I shall. I constanty ask him why though. Guess I'll never really know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To CPBC&lt;/b&gt;: I love you guys too. I just think that we should seriously get out of our comfort zones and do things in faith. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I have the best screensaver on my phone ever. -.- thanks a lot, bud. Haha. Oh, today! I woke up a few mins later than 11:11. ): it's my new thing now. Hahaha. When I catch 11:11, I'll take a screenshot on my phone. I don't know why I do it either, I just get a bit of a thrill, and I don't even believe in all the 'make a wish' and 'someone misses you' thing. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/liza.rae.ruedas/Ignited?authkey=Gv1sRgCO-1mLuNodqQpQE#5446108392544098290"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8HaojtRIBis/S5R2unHdV_I/AAAAAAAAAbE/VnxKXGdzpiU/s288/iphone_photo.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="187" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Screensaver has been temporarily changed to protect reputation.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- from Stalin, with love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-7105893709973450519?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7105893709973450519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=7105893709973450519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/7105893709973450519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/7105893709973450519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2010/03/1111.html' title='11:11'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8HaojtRIBis/S5R2unHdV_I/AAAAAAAAAbE/VnxKXGdzpiU/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-1133759727273648208</id><published>2010-03-04T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T21:04:24.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't need a bestfriend. I've got many many awesome, caring friends(:</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the multiple posts today! I just had to let it all out(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine how people with enemies feel like. I mean, sure, I've had my fair share of mutually-disliking relationship, but not to the point where I won't be able to calm myself enough to face the person and talk to them. People with enemies are missing out. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Lellel: marami akong narinig na kwento tungkol sayo kanina!&lt;br /&gt;Liza: sino nagsabi?&lt;br /&gt;Lellel: si wy, a, a. Tapos tinanong ko kung ano ginawa ni truegudzigi.&lt;br /&gt;Liza: hahaha anong sabi nila?&lt;br /&gt;Lellel: eh di sumama kay egezspigiegel!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. BEST! Cheered me up like shizz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Answering back to your form teacher&lt;/b&gt;: drop in conduct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not attending supplementary lessons&lt;/b&gt;: drop in academic grade AND possibly detention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Going home straight after school&lt;/b&gt;: not being able to go out with arlyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Getting this story&lt;/b&gt;: PRICELESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the people who asked how I was after school, be it by text, call or a poke followed by 'SMILE LA!':&lt;br /&gt;thank you(: your concern means a lot, and sorry if I worried you guys or anything. I'm fine. Really. (: I wasn't even angry, I just needed to slack. Haha. Thanks thanks thanks so much. Love you guys many many! :D You know who you are(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- from Stalin, with love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-1133759727273648208?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/1133759727273648208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=1133759727273648208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/1133759727273648208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/1133759727273648208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-don-need-bestfriend-i-got-many-many.html' title='I don&amp;#39;t need a bestfriend. I&amp;#39;ve got many many awesome, caring friends(:'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-5660746100645927531</id><published>2010-03-04T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T18:59:49.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is when they'd ask you to wait for them so you could go home together, but ends up going off first and leaving you behind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;You wouldn't mind, but be happy they got home earlier instead.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of this crappy bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four-two! Four-twooooo all the way! :D omgosh, I totally do not regret skipping shopping to come for the sports day heats yesterday! Screaming, ehem I mean cheering, beats retail theraphy. HANDS DOWN. I didn't participate in any event, so I'll make cheering my sport. WHOOOOOO! :DDD speaking of sports, HAHA, our class' frisbee team won every match they played and the 8x50 relay team won 3rd place. I still refuse to believe that Saddam tied 3rd place with Mr. Tan, but whatever. omgosh, can't wait for the actual sports day next wednesday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, things are finally back to normal(: not normal, how-I-wanted-it-to-be-normal, but I'll take whatever I can(: praise the Lord! This is seriously awesome and I totally feel like a burden has been thrown off. Hahaha. I guess I shall stop elaborating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/liza.rae.ruedas/Ignited?authkey=Gv1sRgCO-1mLuNodqQpQE#5444712385587867314"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8HaojtRIBis/S4-BET8ibrI/AAAAAAAAAa8/t5w2hRs5pLQ/s288/iphone_photo.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="158" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You would not believe your eyes if ten million fireflies lit up the world as I fell asleep. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- from Stalin, with love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-5660746100645927531?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/5660746100645927531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=5660746100645927531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/5660746100645927531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/5660746100645927531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-is-when-they-ask-you-to-wait-for.html' title='Love is when they&amp;#39;d ask you to wait for them so you could go home together, but ends up going off first and leaving you behind.'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8HaojtRIBis/S4-BET8ibrI/AAAAAAAAAa8/t5w2hRs5pLQ/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-6600827468984254277</id><published>2010-03-04T15:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T21:07:01.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAY</title><content type='html'>It's Thursday, march 4th 2010, 1:56pm and I am on my way home. "WHAAAAT?!?". Sorry, I could just totally hear sxephil saying that. Anyway, it's supposedly my 30minute-break before a maths supplementary lessons, but I am on my way home. Something happened during the e maths lessons that pissed me off to shizz, wait, make that pissed me off to fuck... Off! HAHAHAHA. sorry, that sounded funnier in my head(: nah, I'm not really pissed. I'm more disappointed. At what? You'll never know. Anyway, I've tried exeptionally hard not to play the 'brother is mentally retarded' card, but oh well. It's bound to happen sooner or later. So yeah, can't bear to be stuck in a room learning about logarithms when.. Sigh.. I'm commiting a crime that would cause me to constantly sacrifice a lamb every second. If it doesn't make sense to you, don't bother asking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEN WEE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARAH CHAN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY WEEKIAT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/liza.rae.ruedas/Ignited?authkey=Gv1sRgCO-1mLuNodqQpQE#5444730481029485410"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8HaojtRIBis/S4-RhmuBE2I/AAAAAAAAAbA/hUPCaKPXyd0/s288/iphone_photo.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hope you all have a wonderful, awesome, blessed day!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- from Stalin, with love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-6600827468984254277?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/6600827468984254277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=6600827468984254277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/6600827468984254277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/6600827468984254277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-thursday-march-4th-2010-156pm-and-i.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAY'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8HaojtRIBis/S4-RhmuBE2I/AAAAAAAAAbA/hUPCaKPXyd0/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-4174745283981412691</id><published>2010-02-27T12:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:09:41.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is when you automatically think of ways how a song is linked to a specific person.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/liza.rae.ruedas/Ignited?authkey=Gv1sRgCO-1mLuNodqQpQE#5442784949985590034"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="176" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8HaojtRIBis/S4ioEyy7uxI/AAAAAAAAAas/jCOY8N-Brmw/s288/iphone_photo.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Everything I knew just went out the window&lt;br /&gt;Know I can't depend on you - forever&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought I'd see&lt;br /&gt;My life walk away from me&lt;br /&gt;I thought we'd always be - together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice you didn't have to pay &lt;br /&gt;For every word I say&lt;br /&gt;And I wish I could change your decision&lt;br /&gt;And you know that I try&lt;br /&gt;And tell you what it's like&lt;br /&gt;But you just wouldn't listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets go back, lets rewind to the days that remind me&lt;br /&gt;of all the good times that we spent together&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why we just let it all slide&lt;br /&gt;When we both knew inside we were right for each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do &lt;br /&gt;Cos you're everything that I knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's the same &lt;br /&gt;It's like tomorrow never came&lt;br /&gt;We used to talk about - whatever&lt;br /&gt;And the seasons never change &lt;br /&gt;We never used to act our age, everytime we were - together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you just walk out of my life&lt;br /&gt;Without even giving a reason&lt;br /&gt;How could you look so good&lt;br /&gt;The day I watched you leave&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, glad we got that out of our system. Now we can discuss about less vulgar matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw that. My week's been like shit. Hands down, the worst week ever. Like I said before, it's the little things that piss me off. Ughhh. I hate having an unreactive metal heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, had a loverly talk with Shannen last night. Hahaha. I now feel frikkin ridiculous and weird and paranoid and crazy. I probably am. Hahaha. Oh well. I don't know. Ughhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those days. ): 4 hours of piano. Coffeebean. My long, pretty fringe. Late-night study sessions. Long walks. No awkwardness. What happened? I would like to know. I just want a reason. Hmm, I just have to keep reminding myself that God has His reasons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, finally in less vulgar matters, not that there's actually any... Crap, I actually can't think of any. OHOH! Trudy and I won 1 out of 2 doubles matches against the Japanese School. We were hyped up for the last match, but there wasn't enough time. Cheat our feelings. For the record, we gave them chance okay! Cos we thought there was a 3rd match! Hehehe. Hmm, then I got 14/25 for the social studies test which is amazing, since I always flunk my humanities tests. 32/50 for the e maths test, which is also amazing cos I never really bothered to listen to the teacher when she was teaching this topic. Went to weijie's place yesterday. Awesome cos I finally got to play mahjong! I can still remember how to play! Hahaha. I just have to remember what characters/pictures mean what. Haha. So yeah, those are pretty much the "highlights" of my week. The rest that happened are pretty shitty and would take me weeks to list out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a more usual-liza-who-is-on-drugs-hyperness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SHANNEN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;(24.02)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have no pictures with you. ): but I know you love mahjong hahaha. So frikkin cool right! :D&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/liza.rae.ruedas/Ignited?authkey=Gv1sRgCO-1mLuNodqQpQE#5442784968443964994"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8HaojtRIBis/S4ioF3jwLkI/AAAAAAAAAaw/D2L3OJO5sOA/s288/iphone_photo.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;(26.02)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love you, mom. Get well soon(:&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/liza.rae.ruedas/Ignited?authkey=Gv1sRgCO-1mLuNodqQpQE#5442784983078568898"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_8HaojtRIBis/S4ioGuE6g8I/AAAAAAAAAa0/qu8MsOhqzDY/s288/iphone_photo.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="158" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ACE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;(28.02)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our only nice picture together! HAHA. have a happy 14th-year, child who is way too mature for your age(: &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/liza.rae.ruedas/Ignited?authkey=Gv1sRgCO-1mLuNodqQpQE#5442784990701149698"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_8HaojtRIBis/S4ioHKeR3gI/AAAAAAAAAa4/sO5p-15D-ww/s288/iphone_photo.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="158" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-4174745283981412691?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/4174745283981412691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=4174745283981412691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/4174745283981412691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/4174745283981412691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-is-when-you-automatically-think-of.html' title='Love is when you automatically think of ways how a song is linked to a specific person.'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8HaojtRIBis/S4ioEyy7uxI/AAAAAAAAAas/jCOY8N-Brmw/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-4010518912707543420</id><published>2010-02-25T05:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:15:29.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is that first feeling you get before all the bad stuff get in the way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I guess all the "love" has already been used up eh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I made a list of things that made my day super incredibly horrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;#1. My bag is fucking heavy. It's not just frikkin heavy, it's fucking heavy. &lt;br /&gt;#2. The only reason why I am how I am in school, apparently I'm extremely cheerful happy and high according to my form teacher, is no longer there. &lt;br /&gt;#3. I'm extremely tired.&lt;br /&gt;#4. they didn't put me on frisbee for sports day. They put me on fucking javelin. If I could throw, I don't mind la. But I seriously cannot throw properly to save my life&lt;br /&gt;#5. I had to go for my ex-teacher's, someone I ultimately dislike like there's no tomorrow, class.&lt;/blockquote&gt;It's the little things that piss me off. Bitch about me behind my back, not a big problem, but little things like these irritate the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I love when I'm, in lack of a better word, emo-ing is that people don't know how to react. I've probably mentioned that a million times before, but it never fails to amuse me. For other people, even close friends, it's quite unnatural for them to see me sitting in a corner just fidgeting with my phone instead of usually yapping the day away, laughing at the lamest things. But ugh, it has been happening more and more recently, and the sense of amusement is wearing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, in the middle of the night, sitting in the dark hallway (it sounds like our hallway is huge, but it really isn't) complaining to a notes app on my phone about what a horrible and cruel world I live in. A couple of readers would probably go, oh shut up and suck it. I'd say that if I saw another loser writing this crap on their blog too, but oh well. We all need to let it out somehow and I never really liked to get personal, so let's feed the mindless trolls of the interwebz instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the silence. I hate it with a burning passion. "You say it best when you say nothing at all"? RUBBISH. Got something to say, then say la! Anyway, hahahaha, I didn't mean that kind of silence. I meant the alone kind. I hate travelling without music. I hate taking ages to fall asleep without texting or watching a video. I constantly have to be doing something or else, I'll just be thinking all the time. And I don't like thinking. I have, what you might say, a hyperactive mind. Give it a couple of minutes of silence, it could already formulate at least 5 ways to kill a person I dislike or relive my entire day and figure out every little bit I should and should not have done. And I hate it. It makes me feel like a wimp that I could imagine all these things, but not do it. You know what I mean? If you don't, I've got no other way to put it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I lie here, sprawled across the middle of the hallway (it'd be damn funny if I wrote that as highway hahaha), I've already thought of why. At least 7 reasons why I currently hate school. At least 6 reasons why I despise some of my "friends" right now. At least 5 reasons why God would want to do these to me. At least 4 reasons why I should stop going to school. At least 3 reasons why I should be going to school. At least 2 reasons why I shouldn't tell him. Only 1 reason that I should. The last parts probably didn't make sense, but oh well. Hyperactive mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, every cloud has a silver lining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/liza.rae.ruedas/Ignited?authkey=Gv1sRgCO-1mLuNodqQpQE#5441930118530788754"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8HaojtRIBis/S4WenDeG7ZI/AAAAAAAAAak/9eTcEkj_5fw/s288/iphone_photo.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just have to look hard for it now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-4010518912707543420?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/4010518912707543420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=4010518912707543420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/4010518912707543420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/4010518912707543420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-is-that-first-feeling-you-get.html' title='Love is that first feeling you get before all the bad stuff get in the way.'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8HaojtRIBis/S4WenDeG7ZI/AAAAAAAAAak/9eTcEkj_5fw/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-3492049203628145250</id><published>2010-02-21T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:17:04.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well you done done me and you bet I felt it</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I tried to be chill, but you're so hot that I melted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really supposed to be studying for the social studies test right now, but I'm taking a well-deserved break. I did make that super awesome mindmap that I really didn't have to do, but did anyway for revision. See, I'm studying and I'm commited. I so deserve to play LAN since I'm being all "guai kia", studying for tests and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my request has yet to be fulfilled. I sit and whisper, "why, God, why?" and proceed to mope around not hearing a reply. Why, God, why? I know that I'm not in a position to question your work, or what you let happen, but why? I can't help looking back and analyzing every little bit that happened and say to myself "nothing wrong there". How could things have changed so fast? Does this mean that in a matter of weeks, I'd have to start getting used to another... way of life, if you will, like how I did a few weeks ago? I sure hope not. I'm fine with how things are now and who I'm with, except for one, or maybe two little things that, with a snap of a finger, could blow up into these huge issues. I'm tired of pretending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In less depressing matters, some things and one have made me pretty happy this week. I love how God turns a horrific incident into something you'll keep looking back and smile to. No matter how embarrassing things were, it made me smile like I haven't had in weeks. Thank you(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like you like you like you(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who, you ask? You'll never know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/liza.rae.ruedas/Ignited?authkey=Gv1sRgCO-1mLuNodqQpQE#5441930418323757746"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8HaojtRIBis/S4We4gSUmrI/AAAAAAAAAao/pwSeTLE4L_s/s288/iphone_photo.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is what makes you smile when you're tired. - Terri, age 4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-3492049203628145250?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/3492049203628145250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=3492049203628145250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/3492049203628145250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/3492049203628145250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2010/02/well-you-done-done-me-and-you-bet-i.html' title='Well you done done me and you bet I felt it'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8HaojtRIBis/S4We4gSUmrI/AAAAAAAAAao/pwSeTLE4L_s/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-8198962967109318404</id><published>2010-02-17T20:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T20:47:40.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plain White T's</title><content type='html'>1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me more lovin' than I've ever had&lt;br /&gt;Make it all better when I'm feelin' sad&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that I'm special even when I know I'm not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel good when I hurt so bad&lt;br /&gt;Barely gettin' mad, I'm so glad I found you&lt;br /&gt;I love bein' around you&lt;br /&gt;You make it easy, it's as easy as 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only one thing to do&lt;br /&gt;Three words for you I love you&lt;br /&gt;There's only one way to say&lt;br /&gt;Those three words and that's what I'll do, I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me more lovin' from the very start&lt;br /&gt;Piece me back together when I fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Tell me things you never even tell your closest friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel good when I hurt so bad&lt;br /&gt;Best that I've had, I'm so glad that I found you&lt;br /&gt;I love bein' around you&lt;br /&gt;You make it easy, it's as easy as 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only one thing to do&lt;br /&gt;Three words for you I love you&lt;br /&gt;There's only one way to say&lt;br /&gt;Those three words and that's what I'll do, I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make it easy, it's easy as 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only one thing to do&lt;br /&gt;Three words for you I love you&lt;br /&gt;There's only one way to say&lt;br /&gt;Those three words and that's what I'll do, I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3, 4&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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T&amp;#39;s'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-700265345922801336</id><published>2010-02-17T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:19:47.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can almost hear the Hallelujah chorus</title><content type='html'>I, Liza Rae Ruedas, vow that from here on forward, I shall revise and do homework like shizz for o levels(excluding Saturdays, because those are off-days). I promise to AT THE VERY LEAST TRY to complete my homework on time, but will stop to sleep at 12am, unless revision for a common test is needed. I shall also try to concentrate at least 75% of the time during lessons, but there are no promises of not-texting in class. I also do not make any promises that I will stop being late for school, talking back to teachers, losing exercise books and the like. As you guys, whoever you are, are my witness, I shall give my bloody 75% this school year to achieve that bloody 10 points for L1R4 for O Levels starting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-700265345922801336?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/700265345922801336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=700265345922801336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/700265345922801336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/700265345922801336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-can-almost-hear-hallelujah-chorus.html' title='You can almost hear the Hallelujah chorus'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-2083263347859290952</id><published>2010-02-15T01:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T01:24:14.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A picture's worth a thousand words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/liza.rae.ruedas/Ignited?authkey=Gv1sRgCO-1mLuNodqQpQE#5438151203982969874'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_8HaojtRIBis/S3gxtRxEjBI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/BdFDLL4N5nk/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my dad's shirts and my new belts. And those red shorts. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/liza.rae.ruedas/Ignited?authkey=Gv1sRgCO-1mLuNodqQpQE#5438151214702582530'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8HaojtRIBis/S3gxt5s02wI/AAAAAAAAAaU/8h88GuCpkS8/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saving up for these babies. :D $100 eh, but I think it's worth it! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/liza.rae.ruedas/Ignited?authkey=Gv1sRgCO-1mLuNodqQpQE#5438151232878200818'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_8HaojtRIBis/S3gxu9aOx_I/AAAAAAAAAaY/qz7LdteUGa0/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My geeky, yet awesome campmates. HAHAHAHA. :D you guys are loved:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just random photos I felt needed to be posted. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-2083263347859290952?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2083263347859290952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=2083263347859290952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/2083263347859290952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/2083263347859290952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2010/02/picture-worth-thousand-words.html' title='A picture&amp;#39;s worth a thousand words.'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_8HaojtRIBis/S3gxtRxEjBI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/BdFDLL4N5nk/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-3933835827821882097</id><published>2010-02-15T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T01:45:28.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over, it's over. The sun is shining, but my heart is sober.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Pretending I'm all right. I sleep all day cos I stay up all night. Don't tell me it's over.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Before it even started.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am once again online on my phone typing away on my little blogger app even thought I have a laptop right in front of me. I don't see why people keep complaining about the iphone's keyboard. I have huge thumbs and I can type almost perfectly without even looking down. Okay, sorry I'm completely digressing. My point is, i'm not blogging on the laptop cos it's super laggy cos I'm watching supernews and converting my movies to put on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why yes, I'm spending valentine's day/chinese new yearsitting in front of a laptop watching super random cartoons and downloading movies. And yeah, I just spent the past 30 minutes watching "I Hate Valentine's Day", digging the hard chocolate parts out of a tub of ice cream (I failed and gave up, putting the tub back in the fridge. It's God's saying it's not meant to be) and listening to dashboard confessional between Internet lags. Yes, &lt;b&gt;Happy Singles' Awareness Day&lt;/b&gt; to you too. Haha. Nah, don't get me wrong. I'm not depressed about Valentine's Day, something pretty bad on this day that sucks and yeah, it sucks. I got blisters. Hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/liza.rae.ruedas/Ignited?authkey=Gv1sRgCO-1mLuNodqQpQE#5438148230709572898"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_8HaojtRIBis/S3gvANdc9SI/AAAAAAAAAaE/o-RIAsDfFcU/s288/iphone_photo.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 2 carnations over the weekend :) I usually don't like flowers, scratch that. I don't like flowers at all, but haha. :) happy chinese new year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An issue has been popping a lot lately. I guess it could be a sensitive issue? I don't know, people seem to react different way when it comes up. Cliques. Ahhh, I've got so much to say, but no way to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think I have a lot of friends. That is, until I got extremely bored and it didn't seem right to text anyone. Know what I mean? I'm guessing not. Yeah, I have a pretty weird mind, I know. Who are my cliques? I'd like to think I'm not in a clique. Yeah, it goes hand-in-hand with my I-don't-believe-in-best-friends thing. Haha. I don't know why, I just happen to think that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I don't know how to say what I want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/liza.rae.ruedas/Ignited?authkey=Gv1sRgCO-1mLuNodqQpQE#5438148246276379442"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8HaojtRIBis/S3gvBHc3kzI/AAAAAAAAAaI/jiMxyPr_6XQ/s288/iphone_photo.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say a picture says a thousand words. I know, it's damn no-link. Hahaha. My mind's pretty screwed up right now.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/liza.rae.ruedas/Ignited?authkey=Gv1sRgCO-1mLuNodqQpQE#5438148259911078050"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8HaojtRIBis/S3gvB6PokKI/AAAAAAAAAaM/DNWSleX2NEo/s288/iphone_photo.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Morning Star, the Rising Sun. With You the best is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-3933835827821882097?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/3933835827821882097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=3933835827821882097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/3933835827821882097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/3933835827821882097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-over-it-over-sun-is-shining-but-my.html' title='It&amp;#39;s over, it&amp;#39;s over. The sun is shining, but my heart is sober.'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_8HaojtRIBis/S3gvANdc9SI/AAAAAAAAAaE/o-RIAsDfFcU/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-2337271215085647437</id><published>2010-02-10T17:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T01:46:51.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's at times like this when the few words I get from you brighten up my... nah, nevermind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Okay, not really. It's at times like this when I look at how my life is right now and wish for the simpler times.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say 'hello', to the O Levels year. These days, we're expected to study every single day, hand up all our homework in time, come for ccas and complete endless ten-year series and assessment books. Seriously, Singapore (and the rest of the world who does this shit)? We are teenagers who are, as you adults have said yourself, restless irresponsible and undisciplined brats. How the heck do you expect us to finish everything when we're busy having a life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no point in this. Gah. It's probably because I just realized that I haven't left school before 4pm for weeks (Fridays don't count). To me, it's incredibly saddening that I'm wasting my youth inside this horrible fenced area learning things that I know I would never use in my entire life. It's depressing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, been listening a lot to maroon 5, parachute and the script. Infatuation, undercontrol and the end where I begin. Songs have been describing how I feel a lot lately. No words, just songs. Which doesn't really make sense, but blegh. That's just how I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To the two awesome people:&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss you. I miss you so bad. &lt;/i&gt;(slipped away - avril lavigne)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To an awesome person:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;whispers 'hello, I miss you quite terribly'. &lt;/i&gt;(here in your arms - hellogoodbye)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To quite a lot of people:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't wanna hate you, don't wanna fight you. Know I'll always love you, but right now I just don't like you.&lt;/i&gt; (which to bury, us, or the hatchet? - relient k)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To someone:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; here is the church and here is the steeple. We sure are cute for two ugly people.&lt;/i&gt; (anyone else but you - the moldy peaches)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't just about the lyrics. It's the song itself. On the bus, I plug on my earphones and put my songs on shuffle and get quite high when I realize I can fit a song to my situation. I might just be really bored, but whatever. Don't judge me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In more earth-ly topics, I finally got an iPhone, and I named it 'Stalin'. I have my reasons for naming my lovely phone a dictator, so don't judge me. For my own amusement, knowing you'll think I'm probably totally nuts (and I probably am) so I guess I've got nothing to lose, let me just say that one of the reasons cos I don't want to name it 'Adolf'. I'm naming my first kid that. So yeah. Oh, I bought Stalin clothes yesterday. Make that just clothe. :/ it's transparent. Hahahaha. I like the minimalistic design of the back cover of the iPhone. Next thing to buy for Stalin is LE earphones. They cost almost a hundred bucks so it's gonna be a while before I can get them. I'm horrible in saving money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm starting to get sleepy. I'm thinking of crashing really early tonight. I'm pretty sure I'm gonna be super tired tomorrow, so it's like stocking up on energy. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/liza.rae.ruedas/Ignited?authkey=Gv1sRgCO-1mLuNodqQpQE#5436542891266489410"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8HaojtRIBis/S3J69KAdPEI/AAAAAAAAAaA/zqqXSbAtvh4/s288/iphone_photo.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Colours are wonderful things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-2337271215085647437?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2337271215085647437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=2337271215085647437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/2337271215085647437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/2337271215085647437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-at-times-like-this-when-few-words-i.html' title='it&amp;#39;s at times like this when the few words I get from you brighten up my... nah, nevermind.'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8HaojtRIBis/S3J69KAdPEI/AAAAAAAAAaA/zqqXSbAtvh4/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-5129827559962786523</id><published>2010-02-07T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T23:25:46.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohmygoodness, your reason for anger is ridiculous and your arguement is mediocre. I'm disappointed.</title><content type='html'>Got my baby 'Stalin' today. Thank you, Daddy, daddy(for 'spoiling' me again with such luxuries) and mummy(even though you're not here), and bros(who endured the long queue). :) you've always showered me with so much love, care and blessings that I seriously wouldn't know what to do without you, and I'm not even exagerrating. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had youth service in church today. Ps Nick is super awesome. 'If Bob the builder can, then WE can!' *starts singing the Bob the builder theme song*. After service, teamed up with Shannen to play pool against Aaron and Bryan. We won cos Bryan shot in the white ball with the 8-ball. Taiko much. Haha. Lunched with dad and bros before picking up Stalin. Had a lot of things to about with dad. It was nice.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a step of faith. And I know that I'm not perfect, but I'm taking a step of faith. Greater things have yet to be done in this city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-5129827559962786523?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/5129827559962786523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=5129827559962786523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/5129827559962786523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/5129827559962786523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2010/02/ohmygoodness-your-reason-for-anger-is.html' title='Ohmygoodness, your reason for anger is ridiculous and your arguement is mediocre. I&amp;#39;m disappointed.'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-3987510695286591843</id><published>2010-01-30T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T21:46:15.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE DREAMS. UGH</title><content type='html'>I woke up and I fumbled with my phone. Then I thought of what I dreamt last night, and I was like, WAIT. WHAT?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think our cell was having a timeout of some sort and it was at a really cool chalet/hotel. The only problem is is that the bathroom doors are just like half-doors. Stupidass doors. Like, you know doors on those west-country salloons? Like, only the middle part has the door? :/ Yeah. That. Sp yeah, I think we just came from the beach so everyone had to bathe right, so yeah. Then while I was bathing, it's in a bathtub, Josh came just outside of the door, he's tall so obviously he can look over the door, with his eyes closed, even then I was still covering myself (Good girl, Liza.), and he started giving me one of his life lessons. And I was just like stunned. O.o he went on and on and on until I finally said, dude. Not a good time. Then he realized the err, situation then he walked away. Then after we were all dressed and everything, I can't remember what exactly happened, but I think I dissed him and he got pissed with me. So me being me, I started saying sorry and asking what I could do to make up for it and... ZOMG I JUST REMEMBERED! I pissed him off while he was the one bathing! Okay, he wasn't really bathing. He was just there in the tub praying for people, while I was just sitting outside the door an kept irritating him to finish up so I could bathe. Then he came out all pissed and he was like, if someone dies (I think he meant spiritually), it's gonna be all your fault. :/ so yeah, after that was me bathing and life lessons. And after I got dressed and everything he asked me to follow him, so I did. And he led me to two girls who were praying to. And we had to do this really weird ritual. We had to eat a strand of hair, then we'd get possesed or something by some people. Then one of the girl's character wouldn't give josh's character dinner because he wouldn't let the other girl's character's imaginary cat in the 'house'. After that, I woke up to my handphone beeping. :/ omg my dreams are so freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-3987510695286591843?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/3987510695286591843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=3987510695286591843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/3987510695286591843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/3987510695286591843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2010/01/more-dreams-ugh.html' title='MORE DREAMS. UGH'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-5415040079539858506</id><published>2010-01-30T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T21:45:04.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DREAMS. UGH</title><content type='html'>I went to angmokio mrt station to pass my mum something then head off. I waited for ages at the mrt station and she still wasn't there, then I got a message from kuya Ian, which I think is super weird cos we haven't seen each other in a year and haven't talked for waaaay more than a year, and his message was like, he's not coming. And  even though, I knew he didn't know who I was meeting up with, I didn't think it was a typo or anything, but I felt genuinely sad. :/ like I could feel it even after I woke up, and I totally know it isn't about my mum meeting me there. :/ hmm, the rest of the dream's pretty much nonsense. Can't be bothered to type it out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-5415040079539858506?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/5415040079539858506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=5415040079539858506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/5415040079539858506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/5415040079539858506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2010/01/dreams-ugh.html' title='DREAMS. UGH'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-1919446666297660860</id><published>2010-01-22T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T23:42:23.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tumblr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kvljbsFCdu1qaa5oro1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kvljbsFCdu1qaa5oro1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;you're that person who is in every song i play.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kvlk8jJ8LK1qaa5oro1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kvlk8jJ8LK1qaa5oro1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;this may never start. we could fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kvo52oIswf1qaa5oro1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kvo52oIswf1qaa5oro1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;let's not wait 'til i bring out my knife collection, shall we. we both know how frisky i can get. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kw3666zRbH1qa6of8o1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kw3666zRbH1qa6of8o1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;you made my day, that day. you made me smile like it was the end of the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kwlem3CViC1qa6of8o1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kwlem3CViC1qa6of8o1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;which is why i'm closer to guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kwlh5dVYYO1qa6of8o1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kwlh5dVYYO1qa6of8o1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-1919446666297660860?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/1919446666297660860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=1919446666297660860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/1919446666297660860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/1919446666297660860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2010/01/tumblr.html' title='tumblr'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-1739046727578250833</id><published>2010-01-09T21:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T21:32:51.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>focus</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;"hey, (liza)!", "O: eh, so mean! WHAT YOU WANT", "I miss you la"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you make me smile&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there goes that first week off school. it wasn't THAT bad, but i can't say it was superbly awesome either. there were a lot of shitty times (i.e. getting completely drenched in the rain on the way to school, forgetting to bring a thermometer to school, enduring super quiet and boring lessons as half of the class weren't present and getting scolded for not doing most of the holiday homework.), but of course there were fun times (i.e. catching up with friends, laughing at classmates and making a fool out of teachers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i can't believe this is my last year of secondary school. the last year i'm gonna wear a whole outfit that's completely the same as everyone else (i'm very sure i won't be going to jc). the last year i have to wake up at 5.30am for every single weekday. the last year i have to take the evil horrid 189 bus to school. i can't wait for this school year to finish. i already have a whole plan laid out this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;STUDY LIKE SHIZZ FOR MID-YEAR EXAMS. APPLY FOR DPA TO NGEE ANN POLYTECHNIC. STUDY LIKE SHIZZ FOR O LEVELS. GET NO HIGHER THAN 11 POINTS FOR O LEVES. APPLY FOR NGEE ANN POLYTECHNIC. SHOPSHOPSHOP.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see. plan laid out. the only thing i'm gonna be having problems with is the studying part. everyone knows i have a huge self-discipline problem, but whatever. &lt;b&gt;HAVE FAITH. and work on it&lt;/b&gt;. this year, i'm nerdifying myself to the core. after school, go straight to a corner in the library, do homework and stay there and study until 6pm. sounds like a good plan, ey? i hope so. i need to focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of focus, good job last night guys. i'm talking about &lt;b&gt;The Focus&lt;/b&gt; playing at the NYP competition last night. you guys might not have won, but you won our hearts. ;) HAHAHA. cheesefest much? but seriously, it's the sound system that sucked and the fact that your keyboard was out of tune. HAHA. need to do soundcheck yourselves next time, but anyway, i still thought you guys were good. good enough for me to stay and sing along instead of walking away, like i did with the other singers. and it's not just cos i was rooting for you guys. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should probably go back to working on my a maths homework now. i still have 5 more sections to go. after that, i still have english, social studies and accounts holiday homework. then, i have to go buy a5 exercise books for e maths and get textbooks from nicole. omg, i should totally stop procrastinating, but i'm too tired now so i'll do that later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-1739046727578250833?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/1739046727578250833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=1739046727578250833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/1739046727578250833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/1739046727578250833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2010/01/hey-liza-o-eh-so-mean-what-you-want-i.html' title='focus'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-7223197622694302557</id><published>2009-12-30T16:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T16:42:04.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>homework.  oh, homework. 'til death do we part.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;yes, this is totally copy-pasted (and a bit edited to fit my subject-combination) from the class blog and yes, i've barely touched any of them. goodluck, liza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;English&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Comprehension &lt;br /&gt;2.) Essay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Topics:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1. 'Our society places too much emhasis on winning." What are your views?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 2. Promises.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 3. What are some things that make you proud of youself?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 4. "Change is good." Do you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 5. Describe what you would consider to be noble professions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E Math&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zillions of shizz i can't be bothered to type&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Math&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ditto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SS/Geography&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Causes of international conflict worksheet&lt;br /&gt;4.) Qn : How effective is the role played by military deterrence in presenting internation conflict (unsure) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chemistry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) TYS pg 1-18: O LEVEL SCIENCE CHEMISTRY OCT/NOV P1 &amp;amp; 3&lt;br /&gt;6.) Study for mock exam &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Principle of Accounts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) CWD Holiday Homework Assignment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;woah. that isn't exactly as bad as i thought. i might actually be able to finish this by next week. thing is, i'll probably be too lazy to and get distracted and procrastinate like what i'm doing now. i have my e maths homework laid right in front of me, but screw that. indie movies ftw. okayokay, stuyding fail, but whatever. let me have my last week of freedom as i shall and WILL be a nerd next year, with only those 9-points for o levels in mind. okay, i shall go fail at studying now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-7223197622694302557?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7223197622694302557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=7223197622694302557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/7223197622694302557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/7223197622694302557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/12/homework-oh-homework-til-death-do-we.html' title='homework.  oh, homework. &apos;til death do we part.'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-6707706392841754903</id><published>2009-12-29T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T16:49:42.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i see you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, KORKOR JESUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;merry belated Christmas, world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, JANEEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hope you enjoyed your surprise party today. your reaction was frikkin priceless. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, NATHANIEL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omg. i am seriously sorry. :( i didn't mean it, okay! i'll make it up to you next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Conversations on The MRT Season 1&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Episode 1:&lt;/b&gt; chest hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Episode 2: &lt;/b&gt;gayness of headbands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Episode 3: &lt;/b&gt;camwhoring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Episode 4:&lt;/b&gt; bitching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Episode 5: &lt;/b&gt;nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not judge us. 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/12/will-edit-on-com-later.html' title='i see you'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-8825651699360776165</id><published>2009-12-28T06:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T06:58:00.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;people are loved. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;9 Don’t just pretend to love others. Really love them. Hate what is wrong. Hold tightly to what is good. 10 Love each other with genuine affection, and take delight in honoring each other. 11 Never be lazy, but work hard and serve the Lord enthusiastically. 12 Rejoice in our confident hope. Be patient in trouble, and keep on praying. 13 When God’s people are in need, be ready to help them. Always be eager to practice hospitality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 Bless those who persecute you. Don’t curse them; pray that God will bless them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-8825651699360776165?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/8825651699360776165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=8825651699360776165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/8825651699360776165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/8825651699360776165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/12/are-loved.html' title=''/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-3004490804553616544</id><published>2009-12-24T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T19:32:00.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas season indeed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;              &lt;span class="actions"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;I miss the Philippines. Family. Cousins. Carolling. Throat problems from carolling. Food. Candlelight Service. Dressing up. Hosting games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;              &lt;span class="actions"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Parties. Aunts/Uncles giving me money as a reward for hosting parties. Food. Shopping. Christmas lights. Fireworks. Getting drunk on gin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;              &lt;span class="actions"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Malls. Food. New clothes. Gifts. Staying up 'till we pass out in the driveway. Karaoke. More throat problems. Talking. Family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Family is loved. Christmas season in the Philippines is missed. :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-3004490804553616544?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/3004490804553616544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=3004490804553616544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/3004490804553616544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/3004490804553616544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-season-indeed.html' title='Christmas season indeed'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-8570550609856859442</id><published>2009-12-23T22:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T22:59:07.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREE HUGS</title><content type='html'>On the bus home from vivo now. Had fun with the girls, even though it wasn't obvious. Please excuse me, guys. I was just really tired. But I really enjoyed your company. Forever21 ftw! Alex &amp; Ace dressing me up, fml? HAHA. Kidding. I still love you guys. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically just hung-out, tried on clothes, walked around and finally bought the thing for the exchange gift. Omg, it's seriously like, the randomest thing ever, but I wouldn't mind having it. Hahaha. I think it's really cute. Heeheehee. I can't wait to see the face of the person who'll get it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh! I got the gift from actioncity and when ace &amp; I were walking out, this employee who was standing outside was like, "do you want a free hug? :)". And I was like, "ummm nah, thanks. I'm fine.". AND NOW I FEEL DAMN BAD OKAY. that I didn't hug him I mean. Omg. My guilt threshold is freakishly low. I fail at being a bitch, and that's probably a good thing, but the feeling sucks cos it's too extreme. :/ guy-that-I-rejected-a-hug-from-at-actioncity-at-vivo, if you're reading this, I AM SERIOUSLY SINCERELY SO SORRY. :( I hate feeling guilty for the littlest things, but oh whatever. Haha. My Daddy made me this way, so thank you, Daddy. I know you've got plans for me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... In other news, I haven't blogged in ages. :/ haven't really been busy, but feeling extremely lazy. Ugh. I have barely touched my homework and school is like two weeks away. I can't believe I'm a senior now. It's feels pretty fast even though I had to go back two years. I didn't really mid going back two years anyway, cos if I didn't, I wouldn't have met some pretty awesome people. (: plus, I'd be dying trying to cope with my studies. Haha. Oh well, now's the time to get serious. Time to seriously TRY to study and not just flip the pages of my textbooks and notes. Time to make notes. Time to screw awesome social life, and be awesome in studies. Yes, I've said this a million times before and failed, but I think I'm gonna be serious this time. Come on! O levels! I need to get like, 10 points to even qualify for the course I want to get into! That's tough work. :/ my seniors say that the o level papers are usually much easier than finals, but can't take the risk. So yeah, omg. NERD LIZA. I so can't imagine. Hahaha. Oh well, I need to go through this phase at least once in my life, and this should be a good time to. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm getting a headache from typing on my iPod while the bus is moving. So I'm gonna go catch some z's first. Goodnight. (:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-8570550609856859442?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/8570550609856859442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=8570550609856859442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/8570550609856859442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/8570550609856859442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/12/free-hugs.html' title='FREE HUGS'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-1515464443804642206</id><published>2009-12-01T09:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T09:25:31.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're a bitch. You're mean. I don't like you at all.</title><content type='html'>Good morning! Why yes, I haven't had any sleep since yesterday and, surprisingly, I feel more refreshed than I would have if I had slept for a bit then woke up after 5hours. Haha. Well, I stayed up all night/morning to download some games and songs for my brother's psp. It took ages cos the downloads kept suddenly stopping so I had to redo like, the whole thing for a couple of times. -.- I ended up having to download only Dj Max Black Square, Up, Super Collapse, The Sims 2, The Sims 2 Castaway, Diner Dash and Patapon. There were actually more than that, but they won't load to the psp. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's 9am now and I'm starting to feel sleepy. Heh. Well, I can't be bothered to sleep cos I'm going out later so yeah. Haha. Gonna spam myself with mocha from the youth lounge later. (: I'm planning to bring e &amp; a maths homework + DVDs so I can get work done and not fall asleep at the same time. HAHA. I have no idea who else is coming besides Alex and Amy. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. In other news, nothing much has been going on recently. Last wednesday, went swimming. Thursday morning, went to shop for camp stuff with some camp comm people, then Thursday afternoon 'till Friday, had a hotel stay at Amara Hotel. Why you ask? Cos it was Seong Eun's birthday! (: Thanks a lot for everything, Hun! I had tonnes of fun, especially during dinner! Garlic ftw! HAHA. Saturday, had cell as usual, but we had it at church instead of the Salley's place. I like the church training room's floor. It's a pretty shade of blue. (: Sunday, had church. Had to go to Josh's place with Sarah and Joel during service to bake brownies for youth camp fundraising. Haha. It was quite fun. The fundraising, not the baking. (: I think we got quite a lot! Haha. Thanks so much, awesome people! HAHA. Besides that, nothing else happened, I guess. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a dollar for every time someone called me 'pino', I'd be rich enough to make the word 'pino' illegal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, something about this word pissed me off recently. I mean, haha. I'm used to people calling me that and I think it's fine, and it's not like I take it as an insult or whatever. Haha. But someone called me this, like the other day, and I got pretty pissed. Well, I didn't show it, or tell that person, but he/she ticked me off, like ZOMG. Cos first of all, he/she did not say it properly. Second, he/she shouted it in an enclosed room for like, totally no reason. Then, he/she... Just doesn't make the cut. Like, I have no idea how to explain, maybe he/she just pisses me off. Ugh, the very thought gives my puke diarrhea. I won't mind if you called me that as an insult (I'll gladly take that as a compliment), if you did it to annoy me or if you normally call me that. Shutdapakup if you say that just cos everyone in the room calls me that and then go back to calling me 'liza' the second we aren't with those people anymore. Why yes, I have a standard for insults now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I'm ranting and it isn't even making sense. Oh whatever. Just shutdapakup, you little annoying person. You make my blood boil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much lighter note, the sky is blue. I like blue.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-1515464443804642206?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/1515464443804642206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=1515464443804642206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/1515464443804642206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/1515464443804642206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-bitch-you-mean-i-don-like-you-at.html' title='You&amp;#39;re a bitch. You&amp;#39;re mean. I don&amp;#39;t like you at all.'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-4126338731318006837</id><published>2009-11-30T19:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T19:45:45.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalala</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trial. Hmmm. Lalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/liza.rae.ruedas/Ignited?authkey=Gv1sRgCO-1mLuNodqQpQE#5409861533597158162'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_8HaojtRIBis/SxOwZvIbyxI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/RSE1RqjWr4k/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='158' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-4126338731318006837?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/4126338731318006837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=4126338731318006837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/4126338731318006837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/4126338731318006837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/11/lalala.html' title='Lalala'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_8HaojtRIBis/SxOwZvIbyxI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/RSE1RqjWr4k/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-6812116443763957259</id><published>2009-11-16T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:42:14.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMP BLAZE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOON HWEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah, it's like midnight and i'm still online. gah. since this computer is horribly slow, it's such a chore to turn it on and wait for it to boot and everything. yet, i'm still online. -.- stupid idiot asked me to come online, then ditched me. ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. last week's been pretty hectic. a lot of things happened, that i'm not really proud of. for an hour or two, yeah, i guess i did seem proud of it, but nah. i shouldn't be. and yes, i should probably shut up about it now. hahaha. now the thing i'm stressing most about these days is camp. ahh. why do i have to be games i/c. -.- a bit sian uh. we've still got a lot of games to plan, plus need to organize recky, plus need to work with publicity on name tags and name cards. bleurgh. can uh, but hahaha. doesn't seem very exciting right now. anyway, for anyone who's interested..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;CAMP BLAZE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;*insert green cascading codes of binary numbers here*&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;when&lt;/b&gt;: 13-16th december 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;where&lt;/b&gt;: sembawang bb campsite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;why&lt;/b&gt;: well, WHY NOT! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: left;"&gt;awesome games, awesome food, awesome speaker, awesome camp tee, awesome God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #38761d;"&gt;it's your destiny to be here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm serious, it's gonna be super damn awesome. contact me (96576143) if you're interested in going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides youth camp, nothing much has really been going on. i probably should start doing school stuff now, but a bit sian ah. okayokay, cyberpeople? i promise to do school work if there's no one free to discuss games with me, okay? you guys shall be witness. hehehe. (: [GAMES COMM, BETTER SHOW UP IN MEETINGS OR ELSE...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhh. i'm so bored. i probably should get some sleep now. been sleeping at like 4am+ lately. people have been calling me jill. and a cheerleader. and sarah, but i brought that upon myself. -.- anyway, yeah. sleep. HAHA. goodnight (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-6812116443763957259?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/6812116443763957259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=6812116443763957259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/6812116443763957259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/6812116443763957259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/11/camp-blaze.html' title='CAMP BLAZE!'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-5384068944856795581</id><published>2009-11-14T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T02:46:59.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ugly Truth</title><content type='html'>hello cyberdom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah. i should really stop opening up my posts with that line. it sounds so hilary duff, i'm gonna go sob and crash on my bed now. ehem. anyway, exams are over (in case you haven't noticed) and i am so not slacking. okay, fine. i pretty much skipped more than half of my extra classes, but screw that. i did it for a good cause! my eyebags need my help ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuff on this holiday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;homework (duh)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;study (ugh)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;planning for youth camp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;youth camp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;actual holiday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stuffffffff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;hehehe. i am so slacking (: well at least after youth camp, i will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, i'm having writer's block ): The Ugly Truth is distracting me. haha. speaking of distr&lt;span id="goog_1258133521340"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1258133521341"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;acting, i've been watching movies since school ended. saw II-V. echelon conspiracy. jennifer's body. my sister's keeper. love happens. cloudy with a chance of meatballs. the covenant. omg, i should totally take literature. our school sucks, why don't they offer lit. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff154/robhumanick/posters/saw2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff154/robhumanick/posters/saw2.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://jameslogancourier.org/media/1/20061029-saw3-small.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" src="http://jameslogancourier.org/media/1/20061029-saw3-small.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.impawards.com/2007/posters/saw_iv_ver4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.impawards.com/2007/posters/saw_iv_ver4.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pvphs.com/entertainment/images/saw5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.pvphs.com/entertainment/images/saw5.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;these movies are frikkin awesome! i'm addicted. hehe. the storyline's absolutely sick and twisted and perfect! and i love how jigsaw's games of like, how teaching them life stuff actually make sense. people who don't appreciate life, shouldn't deserve to have it. thank God we have an awesome God, aye? :D the visuals for the movies were awesome too, especially saw IV, when they were doing an autopsy on jigsaw. saw V was a bit sucky though. the blood squirting looked horribly fake. what happened to the saw i once knew and loved. ): but whatever. all the movies were still absolutely awesome. love the gore! hate the doll. love every twist in the storyline. kind of dislike that they all die. i mean, i like to watch them suffer, but it's frustrating cos none of them learn anything. i probably wouldn't either if i just forced my hand through a motored saw to bleed a certain amount of blood so a door would open so i wouldn't get crushed to death by the walls. yeap, awesome movie. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2009/01/05/echelon-conspiracy-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2009/01/05/echelon-conspiracy-poster.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;eagle eye rip-off. the visuals not bad. i love the phone! it looks so awesome. haha. the plot wasn't that good though. there were too many unanswered questions throughout the movie, and it wasn't just cos i was messaging and chatting with someone. hehe. but still, it seemed too much like a cheapo eagle eye ripoff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cooldesktopwallpaper.ca/movies/wp-content/uploads/jennifers_body_poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.cooldesktopwallpaper.ca/movies/wp-content/uploads/jennifers_body_poster.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i have waited for this movie the second i saw the trailer. i was like, "omg i don't care if this is horror, I AM GONNA WATCH THIS" and i was super dee duper excited. there's only one huge problem. i actually watched it. HAHA. this one like, one of the suckiest movies on my list. i like the cast. i like the idea of the movie, but i didn't like how they act. i didn't like the visuals. the storyline, though not cliche and not as predictable as other movies, lacked substance. like... i don't know how else to say it, but yeah. hahaha. if you don't look too deep into movies and you don't mind gore, this could actually be a bit entertaining, but nah. not my type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://freemoviesonlines.net/wp-content/uploads/My-Sisters-Keeper-movie-poster-371x550.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://freemoviesonlines.net/wp-content/uploads/My-Sisters-Keeper-movie-poster-371x550.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this movie is absolutely heart-wrenching. okay, so i'm usually a crier in movies, but this has seriously touched my heart. it's incredibly sad, yet.. i can't think of a word to explain it, but it's a pretty good movie. i have never read the book (by jodi picoult, if you guys didn't know), so i have no idea how different it is from the movie, but forgetting that fact, i think that the cast did a really great job. the scene when cameron shaved her head had my jaw down for almost three minutes. what i really liked about this movie is that they didn't have background music for most of the scenes, especially at the parts where you would expect them to. unlike other movies, they didn't need depressing songs to make the audience feel sad or however they wanted the audience to feel during a scene and i think that's really impressing. overall, i think it's an awesome movie. it may seem like a draggy tearjerker, but i think it's worth the butt-numbing seat. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2009/06/18/love-happens-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2009/06/18/love-happens-poster.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i love love love jennifer aniston, but i don't think that this is one of her best movies. the movie's not bad, but i think i spent more time trying to find a more comfortable way to sit than actually paying attention to what's happening (gettit? gettit? ;D). the story, though not your usual chick flick, still seems cliche. plus the totally random writings on the wall were never explained. i think the movie lacked plot, but overall, it isn't bad. still worth the student deal you get at cathay ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.impawards.com/2009/posters/cloudy_with_a_chance_of_meatballs_ver3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.impawards.com/2009/posters/cloudy_with_a_chance_of_meatballs_ver3.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this is one of the awesomest animated movies i've watched, and trust me, i've watched A LOT. the visuals (in non-3D) was absolutely awesome, especially in the jello palace scene. the storyline, though totally ridiculous, was actually pretty good and it made sense. plus it wasn't predictable or cliched, which is hard to find in animated films these days. the characters are such characters. like, they all have their own awesomeness and when i finished watching this movie, me and my friends were already using lines and quotes. this film is an absolute must-watch. it's hilarious, visuals are stunning, plus it's raining food! how awesome is that! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.impawards.com/2009/posters/ugly_truth_ver2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.impawards.com/2009/posters/ugly_truth_ver2.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this movie, though sick and just plain wrong in some parts, isn't as ugly as it's name. the storyline's a bit predictable and there are quite a lot of cliche parts, but how the idea of a show like ugly truth is quite good. i absolutely love gerard butler's character. the sex &amp;amp; lust know-it-all who does actually know it all. he's very alive, very exciting and just damn entertaining. it's pretty much a normal no-brains chick flick, but it's pretty entertaining. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tf.org/images/covers/TheCovenant2006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://tf.org/images/covers/TheCovenant2006.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;thank you, lellel and trudy for forcing me to watch this movie. steven strait is hot. hot. hot. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;yes, i watch way too many movies for my own good. ;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-5384068944856795581?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/5384068944856795581/comments/default' title='Post 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-7391657794930376264</id><published>2009-11-09T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T20:33:41.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my hopes are high that your kiss might kill me, so won't you kill me. so i die happy</title><content type='html'>hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i know i haven't blogged for ages, but whatever. comeback blogskin, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i've been pretty busy lately. i've got TONNES of stuff&amp;nbsp; to blog about, but the the second i see this blank white screen, the thoughts leave me. oh whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-7391657794930376264?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7391657794930376264/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-280212668913466592</id><published>2009-11-05T21:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:31:18.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who are you</title><content type='html'>I never meant the things I said&lt;br /&gt;To make you cry&lt;br /&gt;Can I say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes I regret&lt;br /&gt;All these mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why you're leaving Me&lt;br /&gt;But I know you must have your reasons&lt;br /&gt;There's tears in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I watch as you cry&lt;br /&gt;But it's getting late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I invading in on your secrets&lt;br /&gt;Was I too close for comfort&lt;br /&gt;You're pushing me out&lt;br /&gt;When I wanted in&lt;br /&gt;What was I just about to discover&lt;br /&gt;When I got too close for comfort&lt;br /&gt;Driving you home&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we scratched our names into the sand&lt;br /&gt;And told me you loved me&lt;br /&gt;But now that I find&lt;br /&gt;That you've changed your mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost for words&lt;br /&gt;And everything I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;I wrote down on one piece of paper&lt;br /&gt;The one in your hand&lt;br /&gt;You won't understand&lt;br /&gt;How much it hurts to let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I invading in on your secrets&lt;br /&gt;Was I too close for comfort&lt;br /&gt;You're pushing me out&lt;br /&gt;When I wanted in&lt;br /&gt;What was I just about to discover&lt;br /&gt;I got too close for comfort&lt;br /&gt;Driving you home&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time you've been telling me lies&lt;br /&gt;Hidden in bags that are under your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And when I asked you I knew I was right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you turn your back on me now&lt;br /&gt;When I need you most&lt;br /&gt;But you chose to let me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't you think about what you're about to do to me&lt;br /&gt;And back down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I invading in on your secrets&lt;br /&gt;Was I too close for comfort&lt;br /&gt;You're pushing me out&lt;br /&gt;When I wanted in&lt;br /&gt;What was I just about to discover&lt;br /&gt;I got too close for comfort&lt;br /&gt;You're pushing me out&lt;br /&gt;When I'm wanting in&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah yeah yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I just about to discover&lt;br /&gt;When I got too close for comfort&lt;br /&gt;Driving you home&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll never know...a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-280212668913466592?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/280212668913466592/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-7985128226357592017</id><published>2009-10-14T14:13:00.030+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:54:53.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S16</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;sweet, surprising, scary, splashing, smashing, sticky, stinky sixteen :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;yeah, i know i haven't updated in ages. oh whatever. haha. yeah, well anyway, exams are over. hmmm, i should have at least passed everything except for maybe a maths and accounts, but whatever. God is awesome! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was one of the most awesome days ever! thank God for the awesome schoolmates and everyone who greeted and made my day awesome (: anyway, too many things happened yesterday and i wanna savour it all in my head. haha. and besides, i'm feeling too lazy to blog anyway. haha. oh well, a picture's worth a thousand words. sooo.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HaojtRIBis/StXlTDQCNAI/AAAAAAAAAXg/UspzMY7zqNo/s1600-h/SAM_0696.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HaojtRIBis/StXlTDQCNAI/AAAAAAAAAXg/UspzMY7zqNo/s320/SAM_0696.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; 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the poa revision worksheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tuesday: orchard with lellel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after our class' poa remedial, we had lunch with trudy at the hawker, then took 175 to orchard. bought the ndp shirts my mom wanted (for some very unknown reason) in lucky plaza, then walked to wisma to get the forever21 tanktop i wanted. spent like dunno-how-many minutes deciding on which colour to get okay. hahaha. but i ended up getting the magenta one, even though i originally wanted the orange/red one. i'm scared someone'll kill me if i got that colour. haha. anyway, we walked around ion, questioning why everything is freaking overprized then finally settled on having a break at dunkin' donuts. i feel damn cheated okay, but yeah. whatever. hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wednesday: west coast cafe and coffeebean with nicole and arlyn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hadn't hung out with nicole in a super long time and i really missed it. hahaha. talked about a lot of things. some were super damn fun, but some topics were super damn serious. worried about the situation luh. :x hope things turn out good.&amp;nbsp;anyway, hahaha. overall, it was freaking awesome. we did get some studying done and stalked some people. haha. wah, nicole and arlyn can be james bond already. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thursday: youth lounge with lellel and shenyuan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;hung out&lt;/strike&gt; studied at the youth&amp;nbsp; lounge, but didn;t really do much studying cos we go distracted by the foosball table. hahaha. then got distracted by the blackwall too. hahaha. then got distracted by the toilets. yeap, the toilets. hahaha. someone damn cute uh! TRANSFORMERS, huzzah! :D ZOMG. hahahaha. cannot be put into words, man! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday: youth lounge with lellel and shenyuan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! i thought it was that indian guy who was sitting there staring at me. i couldn't open the door, you know! the handle won't even budge, not even a bit! then the lights keep turning on and off. when the lights are off, the ventilation turns off too and every five seconds there's this weird sound. it sounded like a ghost coming out of a bottle like pshhhhh! every five seconds! if it's loud out here, how loud do you think it was for me?!? i was inside! i kept screaming and screaming and no one was answering back and i thought you guys were still inside the lounge and none of you can hear me, and&amp;nbsp;i was soooo scared that i almost tried to go up the toilet cubicle and escape out of the window and on the ledge. i kept pressing my nose on the door to try to see if there was anyone, but i couldn't see anything. damn scary ehh! I HATE YOU GUYS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. today was made of pure awesomeness. 'nuff said :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;a picture's worth a thousand words (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HaojtRIBis/SsYaP3Ru7DI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Uvi_e1spHag/s320/DSC03169.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;this makes total sense, lellel. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HaojtRIBis/SsYaXmLeCFI/AAAAAAAAAWI/blamVrT5k6w/s1600-h/DSC03152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HaojtRIBis/SsYaXmLeCFI/AAAAAAAAAWI/blamVrT5k6w/s320/DSC03152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;heeeeeeeeee~ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HaojtRIBis/SsYag1xBqSI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/-FCrds_A9kI/s1600-h/DSC03133.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HaojtRIBis/SsYag1xBqSI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/-FCrds_A9kI/s320/DSC03133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;auntie pie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HaojtRIBis/SsYatx_IZjI/AAAAAAAAAWY/qpYMjqcQPXw/s1600-h/DSC03140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HaojtRIBis/SsYatx_IZjI/AAAAAAAAAWY/qpYMjqcQPXw/s320/DSC03140.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;qian qian go fly fly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HaojtRIBis/SsYbB8KADpI/AAAAAAAAAWg/KwsOXzf3aPY/s1600-h/DSC03149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HaojtRIBis/SsYbB8KADpI/AAAAAAAAAWg/KwsOXzf3aPY/s320/DSC03149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;MEI QIAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-4962429486983709300?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/4962429486983709300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=4962429486983709300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/4962429486983709300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/4962429486983709300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/10/wo-mei-yo-qian.html' title='wo mei yo qian'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HaojtRIBis/SsYaP3Ru7DI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Uvi_e1spHag/s72-c/DSC03169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-7670926800415979103</id><published>2009-09-25T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T00:41:09.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm distracted by you</title><content type='html'>greetings, my non-existent followers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i know i haven't been blogging lately. i've been busy with school and stuff, okay? exams are just around the corner, in fact starting in a few hours, and here i am. being as insominiac as ever. this is not a choice. don't give me this crap like, 'oh if you really can't sleep, spend your time studying'. my ass. that'd bore my mind to death and it'll probably be worse than insomnia. gosh, i hate the feeling of super sleepiness during classes and when you get home after class for a nap, you don't feel sleepy at all. so much for 'omg i am gonna go straight home cos i feel super damn sleepy the whole day in school'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, less than 8 hours to an exam and here i am. blogging. probably my last blog post till the end of exams. yes, i'm trying to be a goody-goody nowadays. God told me to do so (: haha. maybe i'll blog about felicia's wedding on saturday. i'm guessing it's gonna be cool. marina barrage eh! like woah. haha. speaking of feli's wedding, i haven't gotten a dress yet. curse you, formal dress code. i seriously think it's not fair la. i mean, guys can still wear sneakers and jeans while we have to get 'all dolled up' and wear frikkin heels. what rubbish. i just&amp;nbsp; hope ace is free tomorrow so we could go orchard (for what feels like the millionth time this month) to look for a dress. hahahaha. last minute shopping (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, mrs yong said i seem very distracted lately. hmmm. i guess that's true. i didn't tell her that though, of course. finally had the morning chat with her this week and... i don't know what to say. haha. i mean, it was cool la, but.. haha. forget it. :) about study groups. HAHAHA. what a distraction ey? can't decide whether that's a good thing or not. textbook answer says it's not, but i don't really agree. hahaha. amy! ben! we should have study groups more often, and buy more girl magazines with super fun quizzes on them! :) now can you see the distraction? nah, you don't. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygosh. i can't understand what i'm even saying. i'm probably just like, ranting on and on. blurting out words that sound cool in my head. oh please, don't let me go on about vegetables. ugh. i think the ace-learning maths thing is getting to me. chemistry too. like, i'd drink water and i'll be like 'omg h20 + a salt = acid + oxide'. and i don't even know whether that's right. gosh, i'm such a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ought to go now. as i said, exams are less than 8 hours away (not that there's actually anything to study for in an english paper). i'll be on hiatus until the end of exams, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;GOOD LUCK WITH FINAL YEAR EXAMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;GOOD LUCK WITH O LEVELS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-7670926800415979103?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7670926800415979103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=7670926800415979103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/7670926800415979103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/7670926800415979103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-distracted-by-you.html' title='i&apos;m distracted by you'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-1490504918065957528</id><published>2009-09-07T22:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T22:52:07.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the inner girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the windows! the windows!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the walls! they all can suck m-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH. it's stuck in my head. hmmph. i blame darren. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well today was very interesting. went to east coast park with lellel, trudy, weijie and darren to... get this. play monopoly! super damn pro right! i know, we shock ourselves too. haha. nothing much really happened. it was just overall interesting (: haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i went shopping again today. HAHA. i wasn't planning to okay! i was just supposed to go tampines to&amp;nbsp;exchange&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;grey skirt to the coral/blue one, but i ended up getting a pair of flipflops,&amp;nbsp;earrings and a top too. haha. the flipflops was because the buy-and-throw-away birkenstocks seriously killed my feet and i took it as an excuse to buy new flipflops. HAHA. i got a pretty pair from billabong and they're blue. yay! blue! hahaha. i'm sorry, i have this sudden obsession with blue (: then i got a top and earrings from cotton on. my mom asked me to buy her the top before she left singapore, and i remembered today. haha. the earring were just for fun. hahaha. oh and lellel helped me get another scarf! :D it's really pretty. haha. it's like, mint coloured. pretty! :D yes, i have this sudden obsession with scarfs too. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. i've got nothing else to blog about and i feel like my posts are getting shorter and shorter. how arh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday:&lt;br /&gt;after school, was supposed to go youth lounge with trudy and lellel, but junyan and his friends were already there and there were like quite a lot of them so we decided to change plans. they had like shoes hanging around everywhere okay! freaky much. haha. so we planned to go to vivo to watch the time traveller's wife, but we didn't get to cos there were only two seats left! sucks much uh. then we couldn't get into i love you, beth cooper either :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ended up, we window-shopped at forever21 and topshop. topshop is loved okay! hahaha. we don't really like their clothes, except for the knickers ;) HAHAHA, but they had a mac so we camwhored on the photobooth! HAHA. photos are up on facebook. :) after that, we grabbed ice cream from the gelato place and just talked and camwhored some more at the bleachers at the top floor. quite relaxing. haha. i thought it was worth not going to the youth lounge so i guess thanks junyan? hahaha. ;) after the ice cream and photos, i went off first to go home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday:&lt;br /&gt;i woke up early to send my mom off to the airport cos she was going back to philippines. so yeah, took the train all the way to changi. when we reached, we checked in her stuff then had breakfast at macd's. took some photos and said goodbyes before she went in. i miss my mom already :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i then went to meet lellel at tampines to shop. i was early okay! be amazed. :D hahaha. we basically went through almost every shop in all the three malls at tampines. hahaha. super tiring okay! haha. anyway, i ended up getting a blue scarf from cotton on and a skirt from uniqlo (the one i later exchanged to another colour). it's a special skirt okay, right lellel? ;) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after shopping, rushed off to cell. we had a pizza making timeout! yay! :D i invited some people, but they all couldn't come :( oh nehmind. haha. only destiny was our new person, but it was cool. haha. she's really funny, but she uses sarcasm on me all the time and i don't even know! :O someone beats mr chua in sarcasm! can you believe it? haha. anyway, i made like the BEST pizza of all time la please. mine had hotdogs, pineapples, ham, the salami thingie, some veggie thingie. yeap. oh and minus the crust and the cheese. ;) damn pro right? don't jealous ah. hahaha. after cell, stayed back at amy's place for a bit. then went home. was super damn tired. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday:&lt;br /&gt;was a bit late for church cos i overslept (as usual). my family went to east coast for some cell outing thingie so i had to go to church alone and with no one to wake me up. sad uh. oh well, haha. when i reached, they haven't started yet, but people were pulling me in front screaming "there's a pit! there's a pit!" and i'm like, "what pit!?!" then i realized they meant a &lt;s&gt;mosh&lt;/s&gt; praise pit. yeah, our youth services are cool ;) hahaha. then nicole toh and janeen were like screaming at me going, "LIZA TAKE YOUR SHOES OFF, YOU'LL DIE". HAHAHA. not exactly very holy and praise-ish are we? HAHA. i really liked the worship set that day. especially the song you come. totally loved it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, ps nick talked about like idols of other religions and how they are a scheme from the devil. it was quite interesting actually, but i wasn't really paying attention. :P as usual, i was freezing during the whole service and i had a cardigan on okay! haha. after service, got complimented by quite a few people. :) thanks guys! hahaha. felt so damn happy okay. i now feel obligated to dress up every week. HAHA. anyway, after church, went off to imm for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazy type already la. hahaha. i'm feeling super damn sleepy already :P so i guess i'm gonna stop here. haha. i think the post should be quite long already ;) haha. so yeah, goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;you come. let your glory fall as you respond to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;spirit reign. flood into our thirsty hearts again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;you come&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/26554039-1490504918065957528?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/1490504918065957528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=1490504918065957528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/1490504918065957528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/1490504918065957528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/09/inner-girl.html' title='the inner girl'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-5589325672616545012</id><published>2009-09-03T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T19:00:15.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do hard things</title><content type='html'>hallo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long time no blog eh? i've been busy. haha. well nothing important much happened. been out shopping, window-shopping, being boring, roaming singapore, half-sleeping. you know, the usual. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday - i was at orchard with nat and janeen. &lt;br /&gt;tuesday - just stayed at home to sleep, wake up, take a nap and sleep. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;wednesday - went to imm with arlyn to look for shoes.&lt;br /&gt;thursday - had detention after school. i had to write a total of three passages and 4 pages worth of school rules from the student handbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, i've been reading this book called "Do Hard Things" by Alex &amp;amp; Brett Harris. it's seriously really damn good and the message of everything is just really awesome. thanks so much ace for lending it to me. :) i am sooo gonna get my dad to buy me the book online! it's really inspirational and like, life-changing. as i was reading the book, questions keep popping in my mind like "am i one of those invisible christians?", "is this really glorifying God?", "what would my non-christian friends think?", "do i really haaaavee to do this?". it's a really great book that gets you thinking in and questioning your walk with God in a good way. i really recommend this book to people out there who think that your walk with God is really going down right now. haha. it lifted mine up so it prolly do that to yours too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides the awesome book, i don't really have anything else to blog about. haha. i'm going to the youth lounge tomorrow! :) if you aren't invited, too bad for you. HAHAHA. nah, there's a reason why i didn't okay. so chill. haha. oh well, i better go do chemistry now. my homework's been piling up since i missed like, 8 periods of chemistry in a month! WOAH. pro much. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;highest in my inbox? in your dreams ;)&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/26554039-5589325672616545012?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/5589325672616545012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=5589325672616545012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/5589325672616545012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/5589325672616545012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-hard-things.html' title='do hard things'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-2724082664307104199</id><published>2009-08-24T22:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T06:03:05.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we don't need another joseph</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;joseph's turning into nathan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nathan's turning into joseph&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OHNOES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, something is getting damn screwed in the world. -.- like seriously! first, trudy eats something during recess. then, i have finally paid off my debt (lellel: ALMOST).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ehem, &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MATTHEW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you are so dead on wednesday. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit:&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE FULLY PAID MY DEBT WITH LEL AND TRU. :D major awesomeness. hahahaha. oh and nathan's not turning into joseph anymore! yay! mixed feelings about it though. i don't know. hahaha. i somehow rather he'd turn into joseph. it'd be cool, yet freaky, in a way. haha. awww. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today is like, frikkin retarded! remind me never to go with matthew and hoe yeung ever again. and not let lellel drag me into going with them. -.- my school shirt is now stained with cheese and my mind has been molested with the same super-dee-duper lame jokes over and over again. goodness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, had lunch at long john's with lellel, matthew and hoeyeung. was supposed to go with lellel to the hawker centre for lunch (after talking her out of kfc) and these two guys totally ruined my plan. wth. hmmph. i've got nothing else to say, but... nah, i've got nothing to say. yesyes, your jokes are HILARIOUS, matthew. i'm just saying that cos it was your birthday. :) see, i'm so kind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, was supposed to go to queensway with lellel to get her uniform, but we didn't know how to get there from clementi station so we asked hoeyeung and he made us take 184 all the way to his place and expected us to take 961 to queensway which would take much much longer if we hadn't just taken 189 then 51 at clementi, but yeah. no one listens to liza. sad uh. but seriously! WTH MAN. seriously. ahhh. i can't believe we got punked. :( so in the end couldn't go to queensway cos i had to rush home for tuition. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went back to clementi with lellel and took the train home. i just finished tuition around an hour ago and has been roaming cyberspace since. anyway, i have to like go now cos i want to sleep! goodnight :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-2724082664307104199?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2724082664307104199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=2724082664307104199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/2724082664307104199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/2724082664307104199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-dont-need-another-joseph.html' title='we don&apos;t need another joseph'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-3058553065850575752</id><published>2009-08-16T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:07:17.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we don't need another nathan</title><content type='html'>hahahaha. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello interwebz. the past week has been pretty much boring. i had another 3-day mc. hahaha. awesome right? :D well i was pretty much away from the world. haha. i don't even go on msn! sad uh. oh well, it's all good now. i've recovered. haha. i feel so loved when i came back to school last friday! people were like, omg liza you're back! yay! hahahaha. thanks for welcoming me back (: and not quarantine-ing me in a corner. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, i finally went to cell yesterday! yayness, yeah? :D take that, ben! i'm not anti-social. hahaha. i got like super damn high okay. oh and me and ace have a bimbo corner. LOL. yes, i know! i have got to stop saying 'omg' and 'like'. haha. i only say that excessively when i'm high okay. like now. hahaha. omg! i have a fish that looks like ben mah! :D i wanna show it to the world, but i'm too lazy to upload a photo. hmmph. oh well, i named it 'ye zhong'. major awesomeness, right? :D hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to church today. had to wake up early, but i overslept. :P they should be used to me being late! hahaha. jk. anyway, kids worship was a bit screwed, but it's okay i guess. haha. after that went to the bob fitts concert and stole ben's chair. haha. well i moved when he came anyway, so yeah. ohoh! speaking of ben, he has an awesome outfit today! go compliment him. hahahaha. we have the same outfit btw. :D only mine's awesome cos i have an awesome necktie and an even awesome-r donut watch! God bless homer simpson. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on! had lunch after church at subway with ace, amy, rachel and adriel. ohmyoh! i just realized, they're all a's except for me and rachel. they're &lt;b&gt;a's&lt;/b&gt;, and we're &lt;b&gt;rae's&lt;/b&gt;. major awesomeness! hahahaha. :D then joined the rest at macd's afterwards and played daiti. (: i pwned the rest twice okay! haha. i had almost all the ti's and aces. :D after that, walked to jurong mrt with ace, rachel and ben. then train-ed with ben home. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have tonnes of homework left. screw that. :) i also have ss test tomorrow. screw that too. :) watching up with awesome people tomorrow. yayness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;R.I.P.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Les Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;thanks for the gift of rock music and multi-track recording and basically awesomeness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;may God bless you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;rock out with elvis and michael jackson over there. ;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-3058553065850575752?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/3058553065850575752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=3058553065850575752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/3058553065850575752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/3058553065850575752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-dont-need-another-nathan.html' title='we don&apos;t need another nathan'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-426125357470693052</id><published>2009-08-08T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T22:26:42.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm supposed to be the sick (and twisted) one</title><content type='html'>gawd.&amp;nbsp;what is wrong with you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, i've recovered. yay! :) thanks for everyone who prayed, wished well, asked, and attempted to visit (haha!). i'm only left in a battle with a quite bad blocked nose, horrid horrid sore throat and a broken nail. wait, make that two broken niles. sigh. i really have to get myself a nail file!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i've been stuck at home and the height of my week was probably going downstairs to buy my brother chips from a vending machine! whoopie. but thank God, i was able to go out today with my dad and brother to watch G.I. Joe: Rise of The Cobra and have dinner at Sakae Sushi. ohmyoh! channing tatum! &amp;lt;3 and to the next person that says i'm growing up (yes, lellel, that means you), screw off :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so being stuck at home all week, i had a lot of time to think. think. think. think. i felt like i've had eternity in my hands. hahahaha. but ofcourse, i won't be able to share all of what i've thought of here. it'll be an endless post. ;) but seriously, time did seem endless when you're sick. i feel like i've been sleeping the whole day and when i wake up and check the time, it's only been 15 minutes! gosh. i wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, that doesn't make as much sense now as it did when i was typing it. oh well, i think it's the meds kicking in. again. i've got to sleep now. i feel a headache coming back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;tag replies:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;trudy: oh you mean like the cookie one? haha. i got that from fop. :) well i don't really have more now, but i will when i've heard of more. :)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;joey: oh okok. :) you get well soon arh! :D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;denise: it's from fop. haha. your church was involved what. :)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;liping: haha. yeah, sure. i'll link ya too. :) oh and i added you already! gogo.powerrangers@hotmail.com haha&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-426125357470693052?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/426125357470693052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=426125357470693052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/426125357470693052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/426125357470693052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-supposed-to-be-sick-and-twisted-one.html' title='i&apos;m supposed to be the sick (and twisted) one'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-3942269833598642210</id><published>2009-08-03T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T22:33:17.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OHmyOH</title><content type='html'>ohmyoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad uhs. :( don't go eh. i wanna meet you again.&lt;br /&gt;nooooOOOO. don't go!&lt;br /&gt;friend me, eh. friend me. don't leave me!&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadness. oh well. life goes on &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(but still without that awesome smile!)&lt;/span&gt;. you'll see him again, of course you will &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(yes, in the next decade where you'll be old and he'll never recognize you)&lt;/span&gt; and you'll talk and have coffee together (&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and have a lot of awkward silences)&lt;/span&gt;. okay, i probably should shut up now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fop was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;the start of the ween quite sucky.&lt;br /&gt;confirm plus choppe i'm screwed tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-3942269833598642210?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/3942269833598642210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=3942269833598642210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/3942269833598642210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/3942269833598642210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/08/ohmyoh.html' title='OHmyOH'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-4208842294934455890</id><published>2009-08-01T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T22:30:21.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hakuna matata</title><content type='html'>a woman was waiting to board a plane. as she was waiting, she went to buy cookies to eat when she gets on a plane. while waiting to board, she sat at a bench a seat away from an old man and puts all her carry-on luggage on the seat between them and she reads her newspaper. after a while, she sees the man reach into the cookie bag to take a cookie and eat it. she didn't want to cause a scene so she just kept her cool and continue reading. thirty seconds later, the man takes another cookie. and again. and again. the woman could no longer concentrate on reading her paper. she then takes a cookie from the bag and eats it. the man takes a cookie and eats it too. they then started this cookie eating competition, until it comes down to the last cookie. the old man flashes his biggest smile and says, &lt;i&gt;can i have the last cookie?&lt;/i&gt; the woman was too appalled to say anything, so the man carries on, &lt;i&gt;can we share? &lt;/i&gt;the woman scowls, takes the last cookie, eats it, and storms off to line up and board the plane. as she gets on, she looks in her bag and sees a cookie bag. &lt;b&gt;guess who's cookies she was eating earlier.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the time, we've been stealing God's cookies, thinking that it's ours. we don't realize that He was the one who actually had them in the first place. He doesn't even force us to give it back to Him. and with the last cookie 'we' have left, he smiles and says, can i have the last cookie? can we share? but what do we do. we selfishly think about ourselves and say, this is my cookie! i worked hard for this cookie! we forget that we won't even have anything if it wasn't for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;give God back His cookies. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prison of Worry:&lt;br /&gt;you waste so much energy worrying, but what so you really worry about? the more you worry, the worse you feel. and the worse you feel, the more you worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matthew 6:25-34&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;- each day has enough trouble on it's own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;how to be free from worry? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;STOP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; - specify your worries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - write down what you worry about. 96% of it is not worth worrying about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; - take action on your worries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- turn your worry into a problem and work it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; - offer up a prayer to God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- there are some things we don't have control on, let God know your concerns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- philippians 4:6-7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- shape your worries into prayers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt; - place your trust on the Lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- proverbs 3:6-6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- trust, don't lean in your own understanding, and always acknowledge Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are some things we don't like by themselves, but it's amazing how God blends them everything to make something beautiful out of our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's only two things you can't worry about:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. things you can't do something about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. things you can do something about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;worrying takes away our joy. the joy of the Lord is our strength. that is why when we worry, we feel like everything is gonna go wrong and that we don't have power over what's gonna happen. worry also puts all attention on ourselves, and it makes us ignore the needs of others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;HAKUNA MATATA: no worries. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-4208842294934455890?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/4208842294934455890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=4208842294934455890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/4208842294934455890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/4208842294934455890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/08/hakuna-matata.html' title='hakuna matata'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-6263174847524424456</id><published>2009-07-29T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T23:35:25.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHALET</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HaojtRIBis/SnBl_0LC7KI/AAAAAAAAAV4/6S9PcAt5LdM/s1600-h/DSC01219.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HaojtRIBis/SnBl_0LC7KI/AAAAAAAAAV4/6S9PcAt5LdM/s320/DSC01219.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;lance; lellel ; seong eun ; liza ; hoe yeung&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. i know, i know. i rarely put photos on my blog, but my hair looked pretty so yay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people who went:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;matthew, shiqi, darren, luciana, hoe yeung, lance, lisa, syarifah, kristin, hadzirun, terrence, bernard, william, daniel, weekiat, shenyuan, grace, seong eun, lellel, liza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was quite fun. sad, couldn't stayover tho. why arh, lellel, why? :) heehee. anyway, didn't really do much, but dai ti. mahjong. tv. watching people get molested. and dai ti. no surprise, really. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saturday night, went for the hillsong concert. wasn't really in the right mood. i guess i was physically, mentally and i guess, emotionally(?) tired. sigh. still trying to figure out why. oh well. anyway, on the way home was quite entertaining. haha. me, ace, rachel and amy got on the same carriage as waiyan and co. so like, i met some of his friends. those he talk about a lot. hahaha. ZOMG. rachakan! have i mentioned that i love thai names! :D if i talk to you often, then i probably have. :) ohoh, and i met liping too. i think she went to cpbc a couple of times, but she changed church now i think. oh well. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing much to blog about i guess. been staying back at jurong library 'till 9pm recently. doing homework and such, and i find it quite relaxing. yes, i know you might be thinking, "WHO ARE YOU AND WHERE'S THE REAL LIZA". oh well, she probably got abducted by aliens and got her name stamped on a cow in new zealand. okaaay, i'm getting too weird. it's almost 12am, and i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodnight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-6263174847524424456?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/6263174847524424456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=6263174847524424456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/6263174847524424456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/6263174847524424456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/07/chalet.html' title='CHALET'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HaojtRIBis/SnBl_0LC7KI/AAAAAAAAAV4/6S9PcAt5LdM/s72-c/DSC01219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-5030188101520333444</id><published>2009-07-19T22:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:35:58.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends</title><content type='html'>i recently did a notes quiz on facebook and it had questions like, when was the last time you talked to one of your best friends, have any of your best friends ever back stabbed you, what does your bestfriends call you. people who know me would&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;know my answer. if you don't, i guess you're not a friend? haha. nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have trust issues. very bad trust issues. haha. my human diary would know, yeah? you'd have to go through this like intense interview and everything. haha. but seriously, i won't tell you stuff if i don't trust you. if i trust you, that means you're a friend. break my trust and i break your face, capiche? :) that's one of the reasons i don't trust anyone easily and why i don't believe in best friends. breaking trust. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when i'm talking to people, i'd ask them a secret about someone else. they'd go like, "no la, cannot tell!" but i'd go on and keep asking 'till they finally tell me. most of the time, i'm not really interested in the answer. i'm testing whether i can trust you or not. if you did tell me your friends secret, what would make me think that you won't do the same to me? telling other people my secret, i mean. yeap. sucks to realize how many people tell you another person's secret, yeah? i know right, but oh well. this just means that all is right with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the lighter side of life,&lt;br /&gt;had fun this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-5030188101520333444?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/5030188101520333444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=5030188101520333444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/5030188101520333444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/5030188101520333444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/07/champagne-for-my-real-friends-real-pain.html' title='champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-6470778812438115821</id><published>2009-07-11T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T13:21:39.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X-plore. X-cite. X-cel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;what's the big idea?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGAH. i am in love with ngee ann poly. :) went there yesterday with arlyn and arvin. it was damn awesome okay. haha. i'm sorry nicole, but i don't regret cancelling pool! :P SORRY! hahaha. next week okay? :D anyway,&amp;nbsp;the ngee ann poly experience yesterday was damn fun! haha. was supposed to accompany arvin to check out his course, but they both ended up going to my course instead. FMS FTW! :D haha. oh and we met these two girls there who were filipino too. kyla and ruth. haha. funfun! there were a few like, awkward moments there like the challenges thing. sian. but overall it was damn fun. haha. and the&amp;nbsp;ambassadors&amp;nbsp;were friendly too! hahaha. i talked to them as if we've known each other like ages ago. see lah, make fun of our school uniform! i didn't know the girl's name tho. HAHAHA. bah, i'll see her when i get into the school! :D can't wait, can't wait! haha. i've already decided what course i want to get into. film, sound and video! their equipments look damn cool and the block's been recently renovated so yayness! two years, haha. gosh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, today's saturday! which means cell! at my place. -.- gosh. haha. i don't really like having people over, but i guess that's just me. haha. wee're supposed to be discussing cell vision today. hmmm. wonder what it'll be like. haha. anyway, i so want to go out. last thursday, was supposed to play frisbee with classmates, but ended up cancelling cos it was too late already, and we had a maths test. :( so maybe pushing that to next week too. ohoh, i wanna watch a movie! at orchard! i can't even remember when was the last time i've been too orchard. i think it was during zoom. gosh, that was ages ago! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm off to do my daily work now. which includes facebook, texting and such. and maybe a bit of youtube if i feel extra hardworking. toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-6470778812438115821?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/6470778812438115821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=6470778812438115821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/6470778812438115821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/6470778812438115821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/07/x-plore-x-cite-x-cel.html' title='X-plore. X-cite. X-cel.'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-1497081790790489334</id><published>2009-07-07T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:26:26.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scandal</title><content type='html'>i've got one too many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youth sunday was pure epicness. we got caught in a horrible rain, but i guess that was totally part of the experience. haha. something just HAS to go wrong every youth day. hahahaha. aiya, everything happens for a reason. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youth day &amp;nbsp;was awesome too. haha. went over to yap sisters' place with amy, rachel, ace and jj to swim. hahahaha. jj damn funny. :) YOU ARE OFFICIALLY THE 'EMO PINO' OKAY! :D haha. me, em, ace and ele talked a lot about very interesting stuff. haha. so emily, tms! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i have a life this week! YAY! :) playing pool tomorrow, playing frisbee on thursday, and possibly pool again on friday. haha. i miss hanging out with nicole, arvin and co. haha. then as usual, saturday and sunday with church people. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. i've been ranting on to so many people about this, but i just have to keep ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am pissed with people being so frikkin kpo. like seriously. i mean like, if i wanted to tell you, i would have told you, right? when i ask you stuff, and you didn't want to tell me, i knew that meant 'no' so i'll quit it. but when i don't tell you about this one thing, you go off implying that i'm a bad friend. like wtf. &lt;b&gt;you don't even dare call me a bad friend after all the shit that i put up with you&lt;/b&gt;. you know what, i can go on and on and on, but i guess i shouldn't. that would only prove you right, yeah? that i'm a bad friend. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. was that a rant? it looks too short to be a rant. i probably messaged longer than that. hahaha. well, whatever. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i have a lot to blog about, but not really in the mood now. maybe tomorrow. haha. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-1497081790790489334?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/1497081790790489334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=1497081790790489334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/1497081790790489334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/1497081790790489334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/07/scandal.html' title='scandal'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-6629376601443855749</id><published>2009-07-01T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T18:46:32.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday:&lt;br /&gt;slacked at home. had tuition! &lt;strike&gt;:D&lt;/strike&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;i went to the science centre with cedric. haha. it was kinda fun la. brother-sister bonding moment. hahaha. :D anf before you call me a dork for going to the science centre, I'M PROUD TO SAY I'M A DORK FOR A REASON. i went to the science centre, cos my brother really wanted to go, and he can't go out with anyone else. so me being such an awesome sister, offered to go with him! aren't i the best? hahaha. finefine. self-praise is no-praise. shut up. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't that bad as i thought, but it was pretty crowded though. there were SO many little kids running around screaming like it's the first time they've seen a human brain. pfft. noobs. anyway, walked around the WHOLE PLACE. ZOMG. tiring i tell you. after the science centre, we went to imm to grab an early dinner and i treated us to pepper lunch! haha. usually my brother's damn noisy at the table, but he was damn silent while we were eating okay. haha. anyway, after that, he went to grab a big gulp from 7-11 and we took the bus home. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;went to catch a movie with amy! we went to vivo to watch ghost of girlfriends past. haha. before the movie, we walked around vivo looking through shops and stuff. ohmygah, i want so much stuff okay. ate mylene! want me to bring you to esprit again? :D hahaha. then walkwalkwalk. then amy got this super nice ice cream from this place, and we ate lunch in like 5 minutes. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the movie damn nice. definitely recommended. :) haha. amy said she was waiting for me to start crying at the sad parts. hahaha. close enough. :P haha. connor mead is hot! hahaha. ehem. after the movie, we walked around vivo again. haha. then after walkingwalkingwalking, we both went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday:&lt;br /&gt;had an appointment at the health promotion board. reached there at 10am+ and left at 11am. haha. the person was very funny, but she was mocking the way i say 'ha?!?'. hmmph. haha. after that, went home for a bit. then met alex, HAHAHAHAHA. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ermm. then after that, went to their worship practice cos we had to give nathaniel something! :) then stayed back to watch them practice. haha. after that, kana bullied by the guys all the way back. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday:&lt;br /&gt;slacked 'till afternoon, then got ready to watch movie with dad and cedric. we watched transformers 2! :) not bad la, but our seats were horrible. third row from the front, then at the most right side of the cinema. -.- ZOMG, super neck and backache okay. anyway, the movie wasn't bad. haha. shia was damn funny. he was pretty sissy during the movie and so was the spanish dude. haha. megan fox is not a tranny. goodness people. -.- hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the movie, dad decided to treat us to sakae sushi! :D haha. damn nice. had tempura ramen and we got the sushi set thingie. nicenice. :) haha. we were all like soooo frikkin full afterwards that we didn't even get to finish everything. haha. after that, we walked home. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-6629376601443855749?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/6629376601443855749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=6629376601443855749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/6629376601443855749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/6629376601443855749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/07/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-57786123801333947</id><published>2009-07-01T17:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T17:50:40.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25</title><content type='html'>1. Beside your lips , where is your favourite spot to get kiss ?&lt;br /&gt;- hmmm. &lt;strike&gt;forehead&lt;/strike&gt; back of the hand. :) &lt;br /&gt;2. How do you feel when you wake up this morning ?&lt;br /&gt;- eh. holidays over arh?&lt;br /&gt;3. Who was the last person you took picture with ?&lt;br /&gt;- lellel!&lt;br /&gt;4. Would you consider to be spoilt ?&lt;br /&gt;- nope&lt;br /&gt;5. Would you ever donate blood ?&lt;br /&gt;- nope&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you have a good friend of the opposite sex ?&lt;br /&gt;- yes&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you want someone dead ?&lt;br /&gt;- yeah&lt;br /&gt;8. Whats does your last message says ?&lt;br /&gt;- 130om is the run thru... then cell would be at 3pm! :) haha try to ask nicole toh to come to our cell... hahaha i know u have been asking but don't give up!&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you thinking right now ?&lt;br /&gt;eh. tomorrow's time table damn sian.&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you wish someone was with you right now ?&lt;br /&gt;- yeap.&lt;br /&gt;11. What time did you go to sleep last night ?&lt;br /&gt;- idk.2330++?&lt;br /&gt;12. Where did you bought your t-shirt that you're wearing now ?&lt;br /&gt;- i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;13. Is someone on your mind right now ?&lt;br /&gt;- yeah. haha. i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;15. Tag 10 people to do this quiz .&lt;br /&gt;o1. Liyan&lt;br /&gt;o2. Lellel&lt;br /&gt;o3. Trudy&lt;br /&gt;o4. Alex&lt;br /&gt;o5. Glacier&lt;br /&gt;o6. James&lt;br /&gt;o7. Hadzi&lt;br /&gt;o8. Denise&lt;br /&gt;o9. Chinyi&lt;br /&gt;10. Julia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who is number 2 having relationship with ?(lellel)&lt;br /&gt;- no one. haha&lt;br /&gt;17. Is 3 a female/male ?(trudy)&lt;br /&gt;- i'm not really sure&lt;br /&gt;18. If 7 and 10 get together , will that be a good thing ?(hadzi/julia)&lt;br /&gt;- HAHAHAHA. nah. julia's engaged. haha&lt;br /&gt;19. What is number 1 studying about ?(liyan)&lt;br /&gt;- idk. maths?&lt;br /&gt;20. Is number 4 single ?(alex)&lt;br /&gt;- haha. i think so? :)&lt;br /&gt;21. Say something about number 5 .(glacier)&lt;br /&gt;- my badminton junior who is soooo much better than me! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;22. What do you think of number 4 &amp;amp; 6 together ?(alex/james)&lt;br /&gt;- :O HAHA. that's james lee, alex! the one from my school! not jamesjames! HAHA. anyway, hmmm. i don't think would match la. haha&lt;br /&gt;23. Describe number 9 .(chinyi)&lt;br /&gt;- very very uhmms... HAHAHA. kidding. very bubbly!&lt;br /&gt;24. What will you do if 6 &amp;amp; 7 fight ?(james/hadzi)&lt;br /&gt;- err.. grab popcorn and watch? :D&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you like number 8 ?(Denise)&lt;br /&gt;-emotwin! ofcos! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-57786123801333947?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/57786123801333947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=57786123801333947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/57786123801333947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/57786123801333947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/07/25.html' title='25'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-3807720533644742330</id><published>2009-06-22T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:41:22.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iPod</title><content type='html'>i'm tired. i guess i've been through someone's mind. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygah, it's 3 in the morning and here i am still very wide awake on my bed. i turned off the wireless router outside and now i'm too lazy to go out and turn it back on again. sian. i've been in bed since 12am okay. what hav i been doing for 3 hours, you ask? well, nothing really. just talking to myself, listening to music, playing taptap, thinking about the randomest things ever, and imagine. cos you know what, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;i can only imagine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. it's quite sad really. sigh. but i guess you don't know what i'm talking about. if you do, tell me quick, cos i don't know what i'm talking about either. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... what am i thinking now? hmmmmm.. BROWN. HAHAHAHA :) shhhh. nothing. :) OHMYGAH. really cannot take it. my eyes are tired, but my mind's going on and on about a certain conspiracy theory. see, cosi have this theory that everyone's out to get me, and they'll ruin my life! okay, not really. i just ripped that line offfreaky friday. HAHA. ohmygoodness. CMI. haha. i don't even know what i'm talking about. hahaha. eh. i just remembered, i'm supposed to go with brother to the science centre today! complete awesomeness right? haha. i know. but he really wants to go, so i guess i'll accompany him. me being such a nice sister and everything. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm.. what else is there to say? OH YEAH. my computer officially sucks. i can't download my movies anymore. :( it only has like 200+mb left, and i don't even have any games or anything installed! bullshit la, i tell you. i wanna get a new laptop. and download the sims 3. :c sigh. oh and my earphones suck too. the right earplug has something wrong with it so like, i can't hear anything on one side. before i figured out that there was something wrong with the earphone, i actually thought i'd gone deaf at one side. HAHAHA. ohmygah, i'm hilarious. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what else is there to write about? cannot stop writing, man! haha. ohoh. i got alex to say something really really err.. interesting (?) today. :) ummm.. i beat nat once again in questions. i stayed back to worship practice for youth day and got to watch ps nick and joel play DDR! HAHAHA. wore shades indoors, and prolly only alex knows why. i didn't get to see evans today. :( oh and i signed up for youth camp comm. haha. i just hope this time that i'd actually be able to go for the camp! HAHA. gosh. i'm missing church camp. speaking of church camp, didn't see julia nor adriel today. i saw ashley though. HAHA. i almost actually lol-ed. hahaha. aww, man. i miss the arrow. haha. eh. i'm so gonna put random arrows in my new room. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachel and ace are coming back on thursday! whoopie! :D hahaha. totally can't wait to see them! i watched rachel's infamous videos on facebook earlier and it really made me laugh. hahaha. ace! faster come back, cos i have to tell you something! :D but prolly by the time you come back, i'd have already forgotten what i was gonna say so like, uhh yeaaaaaah. haha. well, you know me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygah, i've been writing this note for 22mins already. what is wrong with me. okay. i'm gonna atleast try to sleep now. i've got tuition tomorrow. can you believe it. HAHA. kk. goodnight, emman! wish me sugar-coated dreams. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-3807720533644742330?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/3807720533644742330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=3807720533644742330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/3807720533644742330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/3807720533644742330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/06/ipod.html' title='iPod'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-5774856024864257241</id><published>2009-06-21T23:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:03:52.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do you hav a band-aid?</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;i scraped my knee, falling for you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk. okay. i should probably at least try to get out of my system. see la, lellel. it's all your fault. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY FATHER'S DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reached home earlier, i was like wiped out. idk why. haha. so yeah, i didn't get to change or even take off my shoes. i just collapsed on my bed. how comforting right? then i woke up three hours later sweating and half of my body off the bed. i feel quite sad for myself. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a lack of anything better to do, i'm on msn, blogging while watching 27 dresses. haha. why does every chick flick must have a scene where the girl is about to break out into tears and blabs on and on and on then the guy suddenly kisses her. HAHA. sorry, a bit random. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. there is nothing to blog about really. haha. OHOH. you know, since church camp me and alex have had only one conversation topic. haha. :) i actually checked our chat logs to figure out what we used to talk about before church camp. HAHAHAHA.i guess we had conversation topicS back then, but now it's just conversation topic. HAHA. :D gosh, we are so interesting. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i'm gonna go. haha. goodnight peepohs. sugar-coated dreams. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;your voice is so deep, i'm drowning in it. :)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-5774856024864257241?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/5774856024864257241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=5774856024864257241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/5774856024864257241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/5774856024864257241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-you-hav-band-aid.html' title='do you hav a band-aid?'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-5243763300741116885</id><published>2009-06-17T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T20:06:35.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can only imagine</title><content type='html'>yay! i changed my blogskin. like finally. haha. i like it. don't you like it too? no? too bad for you then. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. i've been thinking a lot. like last night. and i can't stop thinking. ahhhh. someone help me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. okay. i don't think anyone has like any idea what i'm talking about. i guess that's a good thing. haha. :D oh well. clues on the title! but im veh sure no one would gettit. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When was the last time you talked to me? Seriously&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I don't even know you&lt;br /&gt;And I would rather me leave&lt;br /&gt;Than stay and watch you make a fool of me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-5243763300741116885?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/5243763300741116885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=5243763300741116885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/5243763300741116885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/5243763300741116885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-can-only-imagine.html' title='i can only imagine'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-382113857780972375</id><published>2009-06-16T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:55:45.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized</title><content type='html'>hey! i'm back! did you miss me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;liza: hey, is this pizza hut?&lt;br /&gt;e: yeah. would you like to place an order?&lt;br /&gt;l: yeah, can i have a hawaiian pizza, please. *asks the rest what they want*&lt;br /&gt;e: oh okay. is that all?&lt;br /&gt;l: oh and can you deliver it while in swimming trunks?&lt;br /&gt;e: that'd be an extra M$50&lt;br /&gt;l: oh i don't mind. haha. bring your own pole okay?&lt;br /&gt;e: err. that'll be an extra M$100&lt;br /&gt;l: oh okay. sure no problem. haha&lt;br /&gt;e: okay, so what's the address?&lt;br /&gt;l: i'll be in room 324 (ezra's room. HAHAHAHA).&lt;br /&gt;e: oh okay. i'll deliver it in two weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;l: okay, i'll be  waiting for ya! heehee. goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;e: err. goodnight.&lt;/blockquote&gt;go figure out who 'e' is. hahaha. you'd probably know if you were in church camp (duh). hahaha. he's like one of the very few people who actually entertained our prankcalling. haha. i did the prank as a dare, and a few rounds of the game i kana promise. -.- hahaha. i mean, i guess it wasn't that bad. hahahaha. but i don't think i'll publicize it. HAHA. but there's a clue around here somewhere. :D HAHAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;liza: hey, this is room service right?&lt;br /&gt;a: hi, yeah. how may i help you?&lt;br /&gt;l: do you offer extra special services?&lt;br /&gt;a: err. what?&lt;br /&gt;l: do you offer &lt;i&gt;extra special services&lt;/i&gt; (it was at night. go figure)?&lt;br /&gt;a: oh. ... do you want a happy ending?&lt;br /&gt;l: yeah sure! haha.&lt;br /&gt;a: oh okay. hey, what room is this?&lt;br /&gt;l: 324 (HAHA!). eh faster, i'm getting hot.&lt;br /&gt;a: (i can't remember what he said, but i don't think i want to. HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;l: hahaha. okay. i'll be waiting! see ya!&lt;br /&gt;a: hahaha. see ya. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for 'a'. hahahaha. if you do enough snooping around on facebook, you'll find out who. haha. well i'm not encouraging you guys okay! haha. this prank is a dare too. haha. good thing no promises! *phew* hahaha. i don't think i would be able to stand another more of those things again. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other prankcalls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;can't remember who called 425 to ask what time it is (we had no idea who was in 425), and turns out the time was 4:25! HAHA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;marc called lava's mom's room and was like, asking where lava was cos they were supposed to meet in his room. with alcohol! but turns out the guy who picked up was kessler, so it wasn't like that much fun. haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;amy called benwee's sister and was like, asking where ben was cos they were supposed to meet. alone! HAHA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; amy calling random room numbers and making them roar like a lion! HAHA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we were trying to call ps simon's room and go like, you've been voted as the hotest person in facebook, or something like that, but he didn't pick up. :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lava calling jessie's room and said something random in malay. haha. unfortunately, she knew malay so it wasn't that fun. haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i can't remember anything else, so i guess i'll stop here. haha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;hahaha. we are such fun people aren't we? yes we are! :D haha. our room was like the major party room la! why you ask? cos of the powers of the magic light green arrow! HAHAHA. there was this random green arrow pasted on the ceiling of our cupboard and me and lava thought it was super freaky at first. haha. then we realized it gives us high powers! woots! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, well i don't really know what to blog about la. too many things happened in camp. haha. ezra broke my clubbing shades! the half-shutters. D: haha, but nehmind, cos he gave me his ray ban aviators! :D haha. i actually bought another pair of ray bans at a stop at malaysia (it was a knock off tho. obviously. hahaha) and was planning to give it to my mom or myself or something, but gave it to ezra instead. HAHA. i liked that pair tho! it was purdy. :( *hinthint ezra!* hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. what else is there to blog about arh? aiya. i think i stop here first. haha. i'll carry on later when i remember something blog worthy. haha. my shoulders are aching.&amp;nbsp; byee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-382113857780972375?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/382113857780972375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=382113857780972375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/382113857780972375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/382113857780972375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/06/your-hips-your-thighs-you-got-me.html' title='your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-4228146598080396890</id><published>2009-06-12T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T15:45:09.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ignorance is bliss</title><content type='html'>i just finished packing my stuff, well most of it, and now i'm watching The Secret Life of the American Teenager. i already finished both seasons of Greek and Project Runway Season 4 and 5. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to go to lot1 soon to exchange money. wait. does that even sound right? haha. well whatever. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i've got nothing to blog about really. haha. but i sort of feel obligated to blog before going for church camp. haha. well i guess i'm gonna go off now. haha. bye. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-4228146598080396890?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/4228146598080396890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=4228146598080396890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/4228146598080396890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/4228146598080396890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/06/ignorance-is-bliss.html' title='ignorance is bliss'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-3129212980259992570</id><published>2009-06-09T22:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:49:07.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dyktins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[natmah]&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; the thing about love is I never saw it coming says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; i dowan here bout chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6aa84f;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6aa84f;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; its making me hungry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6aa84f;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!it's a longshot, baby says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ikr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; aaaahhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[natmah]&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; the thing about love is I never saw it coming says:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; IKR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!it's a longshot, baby says:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ikr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;gt;&amp;nbsp; slaps [natmah]&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; the thing about love is I never saw it coming with a large smelly tuna fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[natmah]&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; the thing about love is I never saw it coming says:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; what the heck is ikr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!it's a longshot, baby says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; sry. felt appropriate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; i know right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[natmah]&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; the thing about love is I never saw it coming says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; inapprori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6aa84f;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; OHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6aa84f;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; HOW THE HECK AM I SUPOSED TO KNOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6aa84f;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; its like me saying DYKTI***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6aa84f;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; DO YOU KNO WHAT THE HECK THAT MEANS??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!it's a longshot, baby says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; do you know that * **** ******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[natmah]&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; the thing about love is I never saw it coming says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; omg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!it's a longshot, baby says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; YOU JST GOT PWNED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[natmah]&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; the thing about love is I never saw it coming says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; HOW THE HECK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6aa84f;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6aa84f;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6aa84f;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6aa84f;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; it mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!it's a longshot, baby says:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; i can read ur mind. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[natmah]&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; the thing about love is I never saw it coming says:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; dead yodelling kooke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6aa84f;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; burras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!it's a longshot, baby says:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ADMIT IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[natmah]&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; the thing about love is I never saw it coming says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; totally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!it's a longshot, baby says:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; im awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[natmah]&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; the thing about love is I never saw it coming says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ***bilize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6aa84f;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ***ely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6aa84f;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *** bars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6aa84f;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; SEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6aa84f;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; YOU WRONG LA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!it's a longshot, baby says:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; hahaha&amp;nbsp; funny. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[natmah]&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; the thing about love is I never saw it coming says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6aa84f;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; anw that was too easy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6aa84f;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; hmmph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!it's a longshot, baby says:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; too easy my foot la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[natmah]&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; the thing about love is I never saw it coming says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; eheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6aa84f;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; you have to mention this convo in a blogpost h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6aa84f;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ah&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6aa84f;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6aa84f;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; but no leaking out information&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!it's a longshot, baby says:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I SHALL POST THIS NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[natmah]&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; the thing about love is I never saw it coming says:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; but on my command must put mention my name and this convo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6aa84f;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; WHAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!it's a longshot, baby says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; WITH THE DYKblahblahblah shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[natmah]&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; the thing about love is I never saw it coming says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; EH CHEESEBALL YOU LA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6aa84f;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6aa84f;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I AM DOOMED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!it's a longshot, baby says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; thx for the idea nat. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-3129212980259992570?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/3129212980259992570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=3129212980259992570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/3129212980259992570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/3129212980259992570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/06/natmah-thing-about-love-is-i-never-saw.html' title='dyktins'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-9200396680308480234</id><published>2009-06-09T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T19:26:16.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i used to roll the dice, feel the fear in my enemies eyes</title><content type='html'>yeah, i haven't blogged in ages. i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;newsflash:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; i am terribly in love with Lady Gaga's acoustic Viva La Vida, Pokerface and Paparazzi. her voice is just wow. and fyi, i did not rip it off someone else's blog. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i am terribly in love with watching Project Runway. i finished watching the whole of season 6 in two nights and i absolutely love Kenley and Leanne's style! i just hate Kenley's attitude. and ZOMG blayne! i love blayne! let's go tanning! HAHA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i am absolutely bored these holidays. so much that i'm actually doing homework. haha. i'm already done with like 75% of my a maths homework. haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i am gonna get a maths tuition! like finally! HAHA. i don't even know whether that's a good thing or not. haha. and it's gonna be from mr. dass. haha. oh well. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; ohmygah. i can't believe how dramatic the models can be. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;i'm sorry! i'm so into Project Runway right now. haha. it's like the only thing i do now that i'm veh veh bored. haha. season 1 stinks tho, so i'm gonna up it up to season 4. haha. tim gun + heidi klum = &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygoodness, i sound like someone who has totally no life. HAHA. okok. well nothing's been up really. see, i told you the holidays has been pretty boring. haha. well the lapd's finally multiplied. i have no idea whether that's good or not. haha. well, i'm not exactly thrilled about my cell, but i'm not like devastated either. haha. i'm just like, oh whatever. haha. i have a star beside my name! emily says it's cos i'm awesome. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i've got nothing to blog about really. haha. well, i went to study with arvin, arlyn and king yesterday at je library. haha. it was very... er.. entertaining? haha. we were making so much noise and trouble in the library, but whatever. haha. and no, i am not crazy. :) haha. i'm just exercising my face muscles. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. okay i've got totally nothing else to say now. haha. i'll go back on my project runway show. haha. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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eyes'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-140992639635741430</id><published>2009-06-03T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T23:22:44.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SuperNews</title><content type='html'>yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't go to school today. big surprise, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;monday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to go home straight after school, but we ended up at arlyn's place. again. haha. it was pretty fun tho. we watched step up 2. and whatever, lellel. moose is mine too. we can share. :D HAHA. i freaking love arlyn's place. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;tuesday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was late for class for like 20mins+. i thought i was late, 'till waiyan and awal walked in 20mins later. :Dafter a maths, was humanities, so our class didn't have to go for lessons. me, liyan, sherilyn and chacha went to westcoast mac to have breakfast and slack instead. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was drinking milo during physics! :D yeah, the whole world had to know. anyway, after school i zoomed home to slack, eat lunch and get changed before going off to changi airport. haha. i looked like i was going to a formal dinner-funeral. had to look good to send people off okay. :D HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. me, trudy, luciana, lellel, arlyn, grace and brian sent karina and seong eun off. :( okay, don't really wanna talk about that part. so anyway, we went to have dinner at mac and had very interesting conversation topics. haha. i'm sorry, brian! haha. then after everything, we train-ed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;wednesday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slacked at home. sleep. sleep. sleep. watched money no enough 2 again. sleep. sleep. sleep. and here i am. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;he's so lame, he gives my puke diarrhea&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-140992639635741430?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/140992639635741430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=140992639635741430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/140992639635741430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/140992639635741430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/06/supernews.html' title='SuperNews'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-1437992324454513659</id><published>2009-05-30T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:18:20.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTSOShowerEpisodes: The Elegant Black Unicorn</title><content type='html'>you're going off, leaving us alone&lt;br /&gt;in sunny Singapore, melting and screaming&lt;br /&gt;you're going off, leaving us to miss you&lt;br /&gt;we will not forget you, hope you won't forget us too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all those times when we went to the library&lt;br /&gt;talking and chatting&lt;br /&gt;and all those times when we took neoprints&lt;br /&gt;and laughed our hearts out&lt;br /&gt;all those times when we played those random games&lt;br /&gt;that no one ever understands&lt;br /&gt;and all those times when we went to the hawker&lt;br /&gt;and we're known as the &lt;i&gt;Evil Chicken Gang&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll always remember you as &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;The Elegant Black Unicorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll always remember you as the girl who brought the fairytales alive&lt;br /&gt;we'll always remember you as the girl who lights up the room with her smile&lt;br /&gt;you were like a horse that galloped into our lives and made it worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're going off, leaving us here&lt;br /&gt;with a missing friend who loves all those vintage stuff&lt;br /&gt;you're going off, leaving us blue&lt;br /&gt;still stuck in this horrible green school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all those times when we went to the library&lt;br /&gt;talking and chatting&lt;br /&gt;and all those times when we took neoprints&lt;br /&gt;and laughed our hearts out&lt;br /&gt;all those times when we played those random games&lt;br /&gt;that no one ever understands&lt;br /&gt;and all those times when we went to the hawke&lt;br /&gt;and we're known as the Evil Chicken Gang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll always remember you as &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;The Elegant Black Unicorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll always remember you as the girl who brought the fairytales alive&lt;br /&gt;we'll always remember you as the girl who lights up the room with her smile&lt;br /&gt;you were like a horse that galloped into our lives and made it worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're going off, i don't what else to say&lt;br /&gt;hope we see you again some day&lt;br /&gt;you're going off, we wish you happiness&lt;br /&gt;cos we're the best, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wink*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll always remember you as &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;The Elegant Black Unicorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll always remember you as the girl who brought the fairytales alive&lt;br /&gt;we'll always remember you as the girl who lights up the room with her smile&lt;br /&gt;you were like a horse that galloped into our lives and made it worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;we're really gonna miss you a lot, karina! hope you won't forget us! love ya alot!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HaojtRIBis/SiExQ-gTnzI/AAAAAAAAAVg/ZBZc9i3wt4M/s1600-h/DSC00093.JPG" imageanchor="1" 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i don't</title><content type='html'>yes, i haven't blogged for ages. i'm sorry! plurk makes my life so much easier and i don't even have to turn on my com! :p so i'm listening to linkin park now and messaging some people. ;] liyan's supposed to message me something, but she fell asleep! :[ shall disturb her about it tomorrow. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week was okay, i guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;monday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had social studies remedial, and i basically just turned off my brain during the whole thing. haha. i was crapping with tim and hadzi and arguing that they do not deserve a cookie. and no, tim. i do not owe you a cookie! &amp;gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lellel ditched me for a movie, so i had lunch with trudy at pepper lunch instead! :] honey brown sauce ftw! HAHA. after lunch, had a very bad craving for subway cookies, so we went to subway to get them and ate at the playground! :D tried going on the swingy thingy, but i got dizzy before i even started. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we got kicked out of the playground (OH YEAH, water water thing party must arrange soon, trudy! you have to go through 17 obstacles and must endure pain in the process. :D), we moved to daiso to rummage through cool stuff. socks ftw! HAHA. i wanted to get a beanie, but it doesn't suit me! gah. nehmind. haha. then got something, and trudy got the thingy. i don't even know what it's called, so forget it. HAHA. after that, mrt-ed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;tuesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, me and luciana headed to arlyn's place to grab lunch and badminton stuff before going for training. training was at west coast cc, so there wasn't enough space to play, so we basically just slacked. arlyn had a horrible gastric pain so she just sat at the sidelines and kept smacking boon hwee with a racket. go arlyn! :D then me and luciana were playing on the stage. hee hees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after training, luci went to grab bubble tea and me and arlyn got cookies from subway (be jealous! :D). then we headed back to school cos luci had to keep her shoes and arlyn had to talk to mrs nedu. then at the piano, something damn hilarious happened! HAHAHA. clifton ftw! :D shall not say here, cos too paiseh. LOL! after that, bus-ed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;wednesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, i did my a &amp;amp; e maths homework and lellel stayed back with me. i was too lazy to bring my books back and i knew that i prolly wouldn't have done them if i brought them at home anyway. haha. after that, lel forced me to grab lunch with her at the hawker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, we went to wcplaza to just walk around to cool off and talktalktalk. find out many interesting things. haha. and 4+3=7! see! i still remember! :D then we tried to get wifi from starbucks, but obviously i couldn't so we sat at the blue empty space there and talked instead. and i dreamt about frosting. woots! haha.after that, bus-ed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;thursday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically blah-ed through social studies. a &amp;amp; e maths were okay i guess. except for the part where i kept getting scolded cos i was being too violent. whatever. it's not my fault he's being a grade-1 asshole with a sever attitude no problem. and avery! I WANT WAFFLES. :) you're my new bestfriend. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english was a bliss. yes, tim, great minds think alike. ;) HAHA. was damn hyper during the trivia thing. kept shouting and doing veh random stuff, 'till my group was scared. but whatever it earned us points so it's worth it. HAHA. and yes, i watch desperate housewives and proud of it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics was okok. now 'poa' was interesting. :D i have a video of our class in complete and utter chaos trying to arrange the classroom in preparation for ptc tomorrow. haha. after fixing the room, some of us played truth or dare in class. :D there were some very interesting dares and very interesting truths. right, bernard and liyan? :) HAHAHA. JKJK! :p i got scolded by mrs yong like a million of times, but whatever. it's totally worth it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after class, did the whole lunch then arlyn's place thing again, then rushed off for training. training was sort of fun. haha. did the sprints, the steps, the shuttle placing and a match against lisa. just cos the coach thought it was funny that our names were liza and lisa. how hilarious. -.- anyway, was learning how to smash again from the sec 5s. my wrist is uncontrolable and i have a tendency to scream when i miss. HAHA. i find it hilarious even if some people find it irritating, but whatever. haha.chased boon hwee around. did the usual stuff. blahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after training, i went to grab cookies at subway (yes, again!) with arlyn and we walked around for a bit. after that, bus-ed and mrt-ed home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-5913695751969470183?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/5913695751969470183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=5913695751969470183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/5913695751969470183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/5913695751969470183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-thought-i-wanted-to-talk-to-you-but.html' title='i thought i wanted to talk to you, but apparently i don&apos;t'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-8733636845950810139</id><published>2009-05-20T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:17:09.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahlianism</title><content type='html'>yes, i'm damn famous during geography now. gosh. i don't know whether that's a good thing or what. haha. but oh well. it's not my fault she's a grade one a-hole with a severe attitude no-problem. yeap. i've watched too much wild child, but that is so beyond the point. the point is she sucks like shit. no wait, she doesn't even do shit justice. i'm planning to move to history class now. i hate mrs wong too. i mean, she's the only reason i didn't take history in the first place! i thought we'd get mr sim or someone cool for history, but noooo. we had to get san san. -.- so if i hate both teachers, i might as well take a subject that i actually like, which is history. oh whatever. if i get approval to move, then move. if not, i'll kick san san's ass in humans next term, just she wait. oh it's on like donkey kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excuse the rambling. i just had to let it out. anyway, i had fun today! :) me, arlyn, lellel and luciana went to karina's place! :D it was freaking fun. haha. we didn't take any photos, but it was just damn awesome. i missed our weekly hangouts last year. haha. so after me, lel, and lyn did detention, we rushed to meet karina and luci and zoomed of to south buona vista. then we had lunch which was treated by karina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;THANK YOU KARINA FOR TREATING US LUNCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 32px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the place was really nice, except for the random chickens pooping and arlyn getting distracted, but i know we're all used to that. to arlyn getting distracted i mean. hahaha. then walked to their place and crashed her room! woots! haha. her stuff is so vintage-y and cool! i want! haha. and she has 70 photos of... you have to go to her room to know. :) then we played old school games! :D ZOMG. i missed those games like omg. haha. i have all the papers of the games today. cooleration right? :D we played some dare games too which was pretty interesting. except for my dare. haha. yes, i have no future in being a stand-up comedian. i might as well be the next streeter. awesomeness. haha. anyway, had super duper fun today. we're going to their place for a swim soon. yayness!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in other news, my results are horrible. i passed everything except for two subjects, but everything is like, just passed only. around 50-60%. and that's like ZOMGWTFBBQ. because of this, i have to take a maths tuition. this is a big change cos i've never had tuition or any lessons (outside school) for anything in my whole entire life, but whatever. as long as it'll do me good. haha. i might get tuition from zach. yes, mr dass. get jealous, girls who liked him when he was still teaching in school (and some guys). HAHA. but not confirmed. might be from sophocles. bah. shall figure it out after the hols. as if i'd really study during the holidays. haha. oh wells, i have to go now. school tomorrow. gah. training! baking! reaching home at 8++ again! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-8733636845950810139?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/8733636845950810139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=8733636845950810139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/8733636845950810139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/8733636845950810139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/05/ahlianism.html' title='ahlianism'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-2763591395790049666</id><published>2009-05-18T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T18:37:41.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that singer story</title><content type='html'>i shall tell you a story, but i'm too lazy to type. so how arh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're on the phone with your girlfriend,&lt;br /&gt;she's upset,&lt;br /&gt;she's going off about something that you said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she doesn't get your humour like i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the room its a typical Tuesday night, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like, &lt;br /&gt;and she'll never know your story like i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But she wears short skirts, &lt;br /&gt;i wear t-shirts, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers, &lt;br /&gt;dreaming 'bout the day &lt;br /&gt;when you wake up and find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you could see that I'm the one who understands you,&lt;br /&gt;been here all along so why can't you see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walkin' the streets with you and your worn out jeans,&lt;br /&gt;I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing on a park bench thinking to myself,&lt;br /&gt;'hey isn't this easy',&lt;br /&gt;and you've got a smile that can light up this whole town,&lt;br /&gt;i haven't seen it in a while since she brought you down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you say you're fine, &lt;br /&gt;i know you better than that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey what you doing with a girl like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night,&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're 'bout to cry,&lt;br /&gt;i know you're favourite songs&lt;br /&gt;and you tell me 'bout you're dreams&lt;br /&gt;think i know where you belong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i know it's with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever thought just maybe,&lt;br /&gt;you belong with me.&lt;br /&gt;you belong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sick of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of you saying that you're heart won't stop beating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's another way to show you that it's over [Over]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remember what I said to you when we were in bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That no I'm not your man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just your one night stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not your boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well you should stop calling me [Yeah]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair, but I have to leave [Wah Oh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just leave, baby, leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;I gotta leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see this is a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting you go, I'm letting you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But now I'm doing just fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not alright, alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;But it's true, for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't worry about me, I got what I wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one day you'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long&lt;br /&gt;And now you're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's nothing left to do&lt;br /&gt;And you know it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take it back, take it back from you&lt;br /&gt;I was there so ask me if I care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;=/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I see your face in my mind as I drive away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause none of us thought it was gonna end that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People are people and sometimes we change our minds&lt;br /&gt;But it's killing me to see you go after all this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Music starts playin' like the end of a sad movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the kinda ending you don't really wanna see&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's tragedy and it'll only bring you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now I don't know what to be without you around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And we know it's never simple, never easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never a clean break, no one here to save me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;Without you, but I have to&lt;br /&gt;Breathe&lt;br /&gt;Without you, but I have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never wanted this, never want to see you hurt&lt;br /&gt;Every little bump in the road I tried to swerve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People are people and sometimes it doesn't work out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing we say is gonna save us from the fall out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's two a.m., feelin' like I just lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Hope you know it's not easy, easy for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's two a.m., feelin' like I just lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Hope you know this ain't easy, easy for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;depression sucks doesn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-2763591395790049666?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2763591395790049666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=2763591395790049666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/2763591395790049666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/2763591395790049666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/05/that-singer-story.html' title='that singer story'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-5504076177546822172</id><published>2009-05-18T18:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T18:25:46.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>plurketh!</title><content type='html'>since joey and liyan joined plurk, i've been hooked once again. haha. my karma's slowling clumbing up again! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got tonnes of stuff to blog about and i have all the time, but the thing is that i'm too lazy too. hehe. so forgive me for whatever crap i end up writing here cos i'm drunk with boredom. yes, my friends, there is such a thing. now before i carry on with my crap, greetings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL MOTHERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;10.05.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY EZRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DANIEL TOH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;14.05.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 32px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NATHANIEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 32px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BERNIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 32px;"&gt;18.05.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;okay. i've typed this like ages ago, but i still haven't gotten around to finishing a whole post. i'm sorry. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-5504076177546822172?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/5504076177546822172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=5504076177546822172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/5504076177546822172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/5504076177546822172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/05/plurketh.html' title='plurketh!'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-2624111870085083007</id><published>2009-05-06T21:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:41:01.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shower Episodes</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;get ready for a major cheesefest.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#1:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no we're not gonna break down&lt;br /&gt;don't ever say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm not gonna leave you&lt;br /&gt;not even if you tried&lt;br /&gt;_______________&lt;br /&gt;cos this isn't a love song&lt;br /&gt;it's our anthem. oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#2:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you better hold him tight&lt;br /&gt;and look him in the eye&lt;br /&gt;and say&lt;br /&gt;that i'm with you every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#3:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos he's been swimming in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;he's doing butterflies in my tummy&lt;br /&gt;and i can't explain&lt;br /&gt;this feeling's so insane&lt;br /&gt;and when i look him in the eye&lt;br /&gt;i see a totally different person&lt;br /&gt;could it be&lt;br /&gt;______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#4:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#5:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i smiled&lt;br /&gt;he laughed&lt;br /&gt;i looked away&lt;br /&gt;he said i don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;i said there's no need for words&lt;br /&gt;when we're at our own universe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we shared our thoughts and how we feel&lt;br /&gt;and we both know that this is real&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's one of those cheesy love songs&lt;br /&gt;the ones you hear on the radio&lt;br /&gt;the ones that makes you go&lt;br /&gt;i want someone to sing this to and say i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#6&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;she likes this guy&lt;br /&gt;and he likes this other girl&lt;br /&gt;and me, i'm the narator of this story&lt;br /&gt;sit back and let it rewind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she thought she saw him wave and say hi&lt;br /&gt;and so she smiled her biggest smile&lt;br /&gt;and then he walked past her and she&lt;br /&gt;saw another girl _______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she ran away&lt;br /&gt;crying and ashamed&lt;br /&gt;she didn't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;and i think you wouldn'tve known if it were you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she cried away&lt;br /&gt;under the bleachers&lt;br /&gt;this happens everyday&lt;br /&gt;i ask you what you'd say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;yes. this is what happens when i go for a shower at 5 in the morning with less than 5 hours of sleep. :) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-2624111870085083007?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2624111870085083007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=2624111870085083007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/2624111870085083007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/2624111870085083007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/05/shower-episodes.html' title='The Shower Episodes'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-9002875882471475896</id><published>2009-05-06T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:52:38.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get busy living or get busy dying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;30.04.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMANDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;01.05.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY THRIPPIE (CHINYI)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;04.05.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;07.05.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i'm sorry my title's so sadistic. ignore that. haha. love you guys many many. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-9002875882471475896?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/9002875882471475896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=9002875882471475896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/9002875882471475896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/9002875882471475896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/05/get-busy-living-or-get-busy-dying.html' title='get busy living or get busy dying'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-6842386751881110646</id><published>2009-05-03T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:12:56.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIMEOUT: the perfect time thinking about what to destroy next</title><content type='html'>WHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i seem to be screaming that more often.if i get irritating or anything, you can blame arlyn. :) i got that from her. HAHA. oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last tuesday and thursday, i studied a maths like siao. practiced for almost 5 hours, 'till i got a headache. :( thank goodness i was with the awesomest people or else i'd die. haha. &lt;i&gt;thanks many many arvin, arlyn, lellel and waiyan&lt;/i&gt;. special thanks to our a maths tutor arvin! whoo! haha. but i still think you're a total asshole for slapping me so many times. bleh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, listening to john mayer now and chatting with lava on msn. haha. yes, the whole world had to know. AND WHATEVER OKAY. i do not flirt with total douchebags. and that isn't "a look of passion and whatnots", it's called a glare. i give it to him all the time. :) it's like a mutual thing between us, and that's the most you can get! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i had a nap earlier and had another damn freaky dream again. like seriously creepy type of freaky. like ZOMG. so scary to the point that i wish i had joseph dreams instead. yes people! it's that bad! like there was this horror ride thingie where people die from riding it and stuff and i went on it with church people and some feel off the cart thingie into plain nothingness. :x and died. but i saw them later in some mall and i kept asking janeen to go with me to the toilet cos i really had to pee, but when we got there, there were like damn long queues and why you ask? the guys were in doing some freak plumbing thing to the toilets! i think i saw a tentacle come out. eww. SEE. this is why you guys have to stop going in the girls toilet when you do your group thingie during cell. and stop stealing the plants! omg. then it had like a harry potter atmosphere when the freak black ghosts thingie who eats your souls come out and the authorities or whoever gave everyone a super cool gun thingie and walkie-talkies! damn weird okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and my dream the other day, was like all my teeth were falling off. and it's like superstition that if you keep dreaming that, someone really close to you will die or something. and i've been having that teeth falling off dream for like ages and no one really dies, so yay me! HAHA. i don't really care about the superstition,i just find it highly disturbing that my teeth keeps falling off. gah. you know what, i used to not have dreams at all. and like, now i keep having this freakishly creepy weirdo dreams. ugh. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think i'm supposed to go off now. school again tomorrow. ahh. whatever. a maths is like shit city. i hope i don't forget to bring my thermometer. shall wait for my ipod to finish charging now. and maybe msn. goodnite. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-6842386751881110646?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/6842386751881110646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=6842386751881110646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/6842386751881110646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/6842386751881110646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/05/timeout-perfect-time-thinking-about.html' title='TIMEOUT: the perfect time thinking about what to destroy next'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-1497949834685146737</id><published>2009-04-29T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T14:38:25.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you call kor?</title><content type='html'>lalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e-learning is such a bore. i have no idea how to do any of the assignments, and even if i did, i'm too lazy to. i'm using every excuse i have to procrastinate, in this case is blogging. :) i'll be going down any minute to pick my brother too. blah. our house frikkin smells like paint. not that i mind. it's just irritating when i touch something and i look at my hand, and it's white. not that i have anything against white people. hahaha. gosh, i'm so weird today. anyway, i can't wait 'till we move. i'm so gonna paint my room orange with black vertical stripes! major awesomeness. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finished 'cleaning up' my room. someone gimmie a hi-five? :D this doesn't happen very often okay. haha. gonna go bathe soon then zoom off to grace's place for cell. i love cell! cwds and lapd. :) anyway, i originally came online to blog about my dream (no nat, not about joseph. HAHA) last night, which i thought was the weirdest dream ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, there was this guy who was chasing me and someone else (i can't remember who, but i think it was alex?) and we where running in this house and the guy was some weirdo serial killer freak. and i like, jumped from the roof top to the 3rd floor balcony. damn cool right! haha. then ran to this place and jumped on a train and got off at this condo place which is beside a road which looks so much like my cousin's old place. then ran to the condo club house. then when i went in it suddenly turned into this hospital like place. then i just kept running till i got to this door and i went in and it's like a kiddie place and i saw ethan! i and i was like, omg hi! and he talked to me! he frikkin talked to me! i was so happy. HAHAHA. gosh i sound so frikkin pathetic. anyway, he was like, you call kor? and i was something like, i can't. help me? and he did! ZOMG. frikkin cute. he called his kor (i dunno which one! HAHA) on his tiny tiny phone and told him (whoever. lol) to come by the clubhouse/hospital thingie like now. then he gave me a high-five and went back to playing with the lego car thingie. HAHAHA. then yeah. i was walking around waiting for his kor, whoever he is, then i saw this woman who went in a room looking all suspicious and everything. so i watched her, and she was stealing something from the office thingie! and i was about to go off to do something, but she opened the door, thus knocking my head. and i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so action-packed right?!? :D except for the knocking my head and waking up part. gah, must i knock my head to wake up in every dream?!? seriously. gosh. that's so sad. haha. anyway, have to go now. or else i'm gonna be late again. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ace&lt;/b&gt;: I FRIKKIN MISS YOU. i feel so depressed everytime a relient k song plays on my ipod and i've got no one to message cos no one else understands relient k like you do. :( loves you many many. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-1497949834685146737?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/1497949834685146737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=1497949834685146737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/1497949834685146737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/1497949834685146737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-call-kor.html' title='you call kor?'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-8239095057736436701</id><published>2009-04-24T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T23:45:53.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pashneya</title><content type='html'>i am very tired and i still have a lot of guitar practice to do, so let's make this a quickie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;monday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blahs with lesson. after school, stayed back to wait for arlyn to finish her remedials and stuff and chionged to imm. ate at pepper lunch and raided the sauce thingies. HAHA. damn funny okay. we were supposed to go straight to the library after that, but i got distracted window shopping. :) ZOMG, you know what! my $90 esprit skirt is now only like $50! UGH. like, whatever. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after talking and walking around and whatever, we went to the library and found a good spot. then studied 'till like 6.30pm. i made notes for physics while arlyn was doing her a maths. she was like, holding my phone so i wouldn't get distracted and only allowed to reply one message after i finish writing a whole page worth of notes. scary, huh? well i gave her permission to discipline me anyway. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, walked around to get books, then she went back by bus, and i went back by mrt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;tuesday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got damn pissed at mdm heng during geography cos of the stupidass geography test and her 'criteria' for marking and whatnots. i got pissed 'till i answered back and argued with her. 'sorry la, our english not that good'. whatever. damn ass la, can? got damn pissed 'till i bang and hit everything i see and was even screaming in class. whatever. i have every right to do it, okay. it's a free country. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school and physics remedial, went to vivo with lellel, awal, weekiat, weijie, grace, bernard, james and trudy for Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's free cone day! i just found out that alex went to vivo too! i wish i saw her. haha. but nehmind. anyway, we were damn excited for the ice cream. HAHA. me, grace and lellel were like running to beat each other to the line. i got first ofcourse. :D then i was like, screaming, ICECREAMICECREAMICECREAM. :D damn funny. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a choco fudge brownie btw. :) i was one happy girl for like, 5 minutes 'till my ice cream started to melt at the bottom of the cone and started to drip on my skirt. :( anyway, we went to the skypark and they all dived in the water, except for me and lellel. haha. i had total immunity! :D i can't get wet cos i was handling james' phone. if i get wet, his phone will get wet, and james kills the person who gets me wet, so yay me! :D i was trying to send the video to my phone, but it won't work. D: JAMES! POST IT! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the whole water fiasco, they all got changed and went to pageone to buy some stuff. i love going to bookstores and just look and fidget with every single thing there. haha. i bought new pens! now i have powerpuff girl pens! i'm one happy girl. :) i wanted to get the xs pink pen, but it's ex-er than the normal-sized one which i think is stupid, so i didn't get it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after everything. blahblahblah. went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;wednesday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blahs with lessons. was hiding away during assembly cos i didn't bring my tie. haha. i didn't get caught or anything anyway. :P after school, went to have lunch with lellel at the hawker. talked about a lot of very interesting things. :) then we went back to school cos i had to meet joey and sally so we could go together to cell, and lel went to meet trudy. while waiting for joey, me, sally and amanda just hung out at the piano and played stuff. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when joey was done with her stuff, we chionged to cell, but was still late for about like, 20mins. :x played ice breakers and i have a video of waiyan doing the dance on my phone! :D haha. after that was worship. idk why, but i was feeling... cold that day. like, not in my normal worship-mode. but whatever. after that word. then worship again. then sarah prayed for us, and it really was like, wow. hit me so badly. but it was good la. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after cell and everything, fellowship! played games and stuff as usual. we ended at like 7pm+, then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;thursday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got the highest for the geography test, which is so frikkin ironic btw, because of the whole arguing rudely with the teacher thing. i bet she just gave me extra marks for having enough courage to talk back to her, but whatever. i'm not gonna complain. haha. actually, i didn't even know i got first. i was like, reading my book during the class then she called my name then i realized the class was quiet. then kenneth told me to go get my paper. so i go take lor, then the class started clapping and i was like, ._.? then someone was like, sia la liza. first sia! then i found out that i got first. HAHAHA. very fast i know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blahs with other lessons. end of school, i chionged to do detention. after writing 500+ words worth of a passage, passed it back to mr zafran and ran up to do my physics worksheets. after physics, did e maths project. okay, i didn't really help much besides cutting and pasting stuff. i didn't want to stay in the library okay. the librarian hates my guts. i can't exactly blame her though. and i still think she and mdm heng are related, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, hung out with waiyan and grace at the 3rd floor study corners to learn some guitar stuff from waiyan. he taught me harmonics and g, em, c, d open chords and plucking. haha. i know how to do already in like a few go's! just need a bit more practice to be fast enough. haha. after that, walked to the far bus stop and took bus home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;friday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't go for pe. yes i know. my reason is very valid okay. whatever. mr kenny let me not go. haha. i wanted to play floorball though(NONO! not goalie. HAHA). :( ended up chatting with liyan. people do change a lot in what, like a year. just realized that. some for the good, some for the bad. blah. whatever la. poa was quite tolerable. haha. then chemistry, i had to sit outside the room with 75% of the class because we all didn't do the chemical bonding part of the workbook. by the time i finished the four pages, there was only 10mins left with the lesson, so just completed whatever i could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english was quite entertaining. me and bernard were vroom-ing on the chairs to our places and he kicked my chair and i went back. and i was like stunned. hahaha. damn funny okay. then they all kept lowering my chair. -.- i got fed-up and i didn't pull my chair high anymore. HAHA. take that! :P then our group chionged to do the work and we have come to the conclusion that school is boring. and it is 'unorganized', not 'disorganized', but we wrote 'very badly organized'. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheehwee is the john to my lisa. stop killing me! HAHA. rosalind is freaking in love with markers. haha. and i can see she very enthu with the work. got speech somemore. haha. radiah is very.. uhh. umms. my turn already arh? HAHAHA. damn funny. :P HAHA. you know, since sheehwee sat next to me, she go siao already. like seriously, everytime i sit next to her, cannot stop killing me and talking crap. hahaha. and now.. the theme of the day is.... *dun-dun-dun* POWERPUFF GIRLS! cos i've got my pretty pretty powerpuff girls pens. :) only my english groups, kenneth and bernard knows about it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, me and lellel waited for everyone else for the movie thing. they took like ages. damn sian. so played piano, watch movie, read book, talktalktalk, they still not yet done. then me and lel went to the toilet after what seemed like decades, then they all come out and tell us to rush. -.- whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took mrt to harbourfront and waited for daniel. after that went to vivo then bought tickets. then me and lel went to follow william and weijie. william: you go with her, and i go with she (xu)! liza&amp;amp;lellel: hahahaha. your english arh, very good! william: what! fine, i go with she (xu), and you go with her! liza&amp;amp;lellel: HAHAHAHA. DAMN FUNNY. then we explained why we were laughing at him and it took a while. HAHA. damn funny okay. then while we were at the foodcourt something damn funny happened. haha. lellel had a sudden realization! hahahaha. william: LEND, okay. LEND. hahahaha. damn funny can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after william got harassed by lel into buying her a drink and popcorn, i bought my drink and we went to watch 17 again! it was very.. interesting. haha. zac efron is officially not gay anymore. just don't show me any videos of him singing in highschool musical ever again, and his hot/cute face will stay as the zac efron impression. :) during the movie, something very funny happened. HAHA. will not elaborate cos someone might kill me. HAHA. but nehmind. :) anyway, it's not my fault i was sadistic okay. you've already watched the movie! you're supposed to know i would totally laugh at that kind of scenes. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the movie, we ran for the toilet. HAHA. damn funny. gosh. then camwhored and everything. YAY! haha. then walked around window shopping again. i want janeen's wallet too! :( tried looking for it at forever21, but they only have the square ones so i don't want. :( adidas is teh love, cos they played relient k! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after walking around, i took a bus home and msged all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really should be practicing guitar now. byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-8239095057736436701?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/8239095057736436701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=8239095057736436701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/8239095057736436701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/8239095057736436701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/04/pashneya.html' title='pashneya'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-5960117080225659639</id><published>2009-04-19T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:29:48.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back off, joseph</title><content type='html'>yes i know. i have to blog more. pfft. whatever. i just messaged sarah my 'expectations'. how interesting. haha. wouldn't you want to know? ;) but nah. you guys aren't that special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall greet people i've overdue greeting now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEN MAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEANNE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;06.04.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; 12.04.08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MILDRED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOSH J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KELVIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;13.04.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving you guys deep deep. :) i'm sorry if i miss out anyone! i'm horrible at remembering birthdays. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, i frikkin love people from zone 2:52! &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;CHURCH PPL FTW&lt;/span&gt;. :D i love them deep deep. :) haha. even those very few assholes who cheer me up as much as they irritate the heck out of me. haha. so yeah, been feeling depressed lately, but a day in cell really cheered me up, though nothing much happened. i can't wait for tomorrow! haha. sarah was pretty entertaining though, ;) and ace! i hearts jean. AND ITS JEAN. not john. :D heehees. he loves me too okay, he just doesn't know it yet. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after cell, had dinner at long john's silvers. then walked around shopping for overdue presents. hehe. it was VERY entertaining, i tell you. gah, i so wanna go shopping for myself. i seriously need retail therapy. there's so many vintage tees in f.o.s. and that stall at lot1 and so many sneakers from converse and so many bags from nike and that pretty dress from cotton on that me and sarah were squeeling at. damn pretty okay. but we were both broke and we still had to go look for a gift and byebye dress. :( after that, talktalk then went off. it was a fun and interesting night. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, my week's been pretty mundane. been sleeping a lot and neglecting my homework. whoopee. two more weeks 'till mid-years baby. not that i actually care. gah. sometimes i hate this procrastinator, don't-give-a-shit attitude of mine. it leaves me feeling regretful afterwards. oh well, no one's perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday: sleep&lt;br /&gt;tuesday: went to visit alex at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;wednesday: cell&lt;br /&gt;thursday: sleep&lt;br /&gt;friday: tivo. sleep. com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, very interesting, i tell you. my social and academic life is going down the drain as we speak. i seriously need to get out more often. gah, i wish cell/church happened more often during the week. or like, i could meet church people more during the weekdays. like last tuesday! it was damn funny. i was being so high at the hospital (and even after we left) and talking crap. haha. like seriously. i was going on about... i can't even remember. something about how i was feeling out of place cos i was the only one at bishan who was wearing green. oh whatever. i blended with the surroundings okay. :) nat and ace prolly got freaked out by my hyperness, but they only get to see that on weekdays so they should be honoured. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday was quite interesting. haha. waiyan came to school again and was superly high with the whole madascar thing. haha. i'm supposedly &lt;i&gt;alex the lion&lt;/i&gt; now. and everytime someone says, 'alex, the lion', i'm supposed to pose and roar. HAHA. awesomeness. i just love having an excuse to shout. :] yeah, so had to roar (and it's not the act-cute rawr, okay. it's the shouting ROOOAAAAAARRR kind of roar. :]) dunno how many times that day. like seriously. haha. i picked to be a lion for animal game some more. haha. quite entertaining. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'm off to sleep now. still have church tomorrow/later. janeen's gonna scold me for being late again. :x&lt;br /&gt;don't ask about the title btw. it was just a very random thought and i thought it sounded cool. &lt;br /&gt;goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm comin apart at the seams&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;pitching myself for leads in other people's dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;now buzz buzz buzz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;doc, there's a hole where something was.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;doc, there's a hole where something was.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-5960117080225659639?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/5960117080225659639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=5960117080225659639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/5960117080225659639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/5960117080225659639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-off-joseph.html' title='back off, joseph'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-8716626382470659138</id><published>2009-04-09T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:14:27.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>major cornfest</title><content type='html'>i still like &lt;i&gt;the show - hawk nelson&lt;/i&gt; than &lt;i&gt;the show - lenka&lt;/i&gt;. HAWK NELSON FTW. well &lt;b&gt;thanks to punch(!) for lending me the cds&lt;/b&gt;. :] and i'm still uploading the &lt;i&gt;nevertheless&lt;/i&gt; album ace lent me and haven't listen to it yet, but &lt;b&gt;thanks ace&lt;/b&gt;! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't go to school today. as you might have already read from trudy's blog, she sleptover last tuesday night to do our earth hour project. well that went great! ... oh right. you can't feel sarcasm over cyberdom. ugh. well you get the idea. :[ and there's nothing wrong with my toilet and lift. that never happened before you came! HAHA. :p so yeah. slept at 2am++ and woke up at around 4.30am. see tru! cannot get mcvalue lunch already. :( oh well. we had mcgriddles for breakfast at lot one at around 6am. to all mcgriddle-lovers, i still don't like it. mcdonalds has failed to suck me into that mcgriddly-blackhole of... mcgriddles. idk. i liked it for like, the first few bites. then it got too sweet. :x oh wells. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to school and did the whole drill. zzzz. i totally planned to sleep during geography class, but some people were being such asses at their job as 'judges' it pissed me off too much to fall asleep. ugh. just thinking about it pisses me off. i'm so moving on. after that was chemistry. not so good either. had to stand up cos i didn't do the work. oh well. i didn't exactly mind. finished up everything by the end of two periods and i actually understood mr. chua's painful/pathetic excuse of a lesson. english was better. we played scrabble. i actually pwned trudy on a few turns (a single letter 'x' got me 36 points!), but she still pwned me with 30++ points overall. no surprise there. avery soh is an ass. i'd just like everyone to know that. i'm sure mr. er is happy that i shouted 'ass' in class. he just doesn't want to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess passed by with me and trudy still playing scrabble. after that, rushed up for e maths. it was.. pretty bearable. was chatting with dashini about very random things. :] after that, two periods of mother tongue. i was feeling bummed so i did homework in the library. yes, it makes total sense to do homework when you're bummed. :] after that was assembly. was sleeping all the way. seriously. i even asked rosalind to give me a nudge if a teacher walks by. haha. i was &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; tired okay. we had pe + training the day before that. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, went straight home. ate lunch. then slept from 5pm until 9am today. YAY. i love sleep. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've been reading my MDLS blog. reading his messages. msn history. cos i'm such a nutcase. i mean seriously, '&lt;i&gt;i like your hyperness&lt;/i&gt;'. major cornfest! HAHA. i can't believe i fell in love with that. oh well. we've all been stupid once in our lifetime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-8716626382470659138?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/8716626382470659138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=8716626382470659138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/8716626382470659138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/8716626382470659138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/04/major-cornfest.html' title='major cornfest'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-2708323648402700439</id><published>2009-04-05T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:51:13.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updated: sugar-coated lips</title><content type='html'>we used to be the best of friends&lt;br /&gt;now i don't know how this'll end&lt;br /&gt;and all i know it's going bad&lt;br /&gt;you think i like you, i'm like no&lt;br /&gt;and now i don't know where to go&lt;br /&gt;this whole thing's driving me insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i want you back&lt;br /&gt;like when we used to hang-out at the parking lot&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i want you back&lt;br /&gt;like when we jammed all afternoon&lt;br /&gt;oh, i want you back&lt;br /&gt;like when we talked on msn for hours&lt;br /&gt;i just want you back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no i don't wanna taste your&lt;br /&gt;sugar-coated words&lt;br /&gt;sugar-coated lips and&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna go back to the way things were&lt;br /&gt;you should really look back&lt;br /&gt;at your reality&lt;br /&gt;you're never gonna be with me&lt;br /&gt;and i don't want you to go&lt;br /&gt;___________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now this whole thing's getting weird&lt;br /&gt;this is exactly what i feared&lt;br /&gt;can this get any more awkward&lt;br /&gt;now you don't even talk to me&lt;br /&gt;am i supposed to let this be&lt;br /&gt;hey dude, i really miss you badly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i want you back&lt;br /&gt;like when we ice-skated for the first time&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i want you back&lt;br /&gt;like when we'd go to places together&lt;br /&gt;oh, i want you back&lt;br /&gt;like when we told each other about everything&lt;br /&gt;i just want you back, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no i don't wanna taste your&lt;br /&gt;sugar-coated words&lt;br /&gt;sugar-coated lips and&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna go back to the way things were&lt;br /&gt;you should really look back&lt;br /&gt;at your reality&lt;br /&gt;you're never gonna be with me&lt;br /&gt;and i don't want you to go&lt;br /&gt;___________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well i want you back&lt;br /&gt;like when we skinny-dipped when we were seven&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i want you back&lt;br /&gt;like when we drove all around town&lt;br /&gt;oh, i want you back&lt;br /&gt;like when we went on playdates together&lt;br /&gt;i just want you back yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've already got to taste your&lt;br /&gt;sugar-coated words&lt;br /&gt;sugar-coated lips and&lt;br /&gt;i still wanna go back to the way things were&lt;br /&gt;we should really look back&lt;br /&gt;at our reality&lt;br /&gt;this is really never gonna be&lt;br /&gt;and i don't want you to go&lt;br /&gt;_____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POLL TIME! &lt;br /&gt;i just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;a.) that my answer is still a no&lt;br /&gt;b.) i'm never gonna let go&lt;br /&gt;c.) you're going against the flow&lt;br /&gt;d.) you've got a big [random elephant]? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-2708323648402700439?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2708323648402700439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=2708323648402700439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/2708323648402700439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/2708323648402700439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/04/sugar-coated-lips.html' title='updated: sugar-coated lips'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-1055634754624599305</id><published>2009-04-05T22:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:39:52.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh shut up, people with no lives who are free to blog every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been pretty busy with a lot of things so let's keep this short:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday:&lt;br /&gt;screw a maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;training is fun. sit-ups are not. free water is nice. slipping on water is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;heats. i won 1st in uppersec girls shotput! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday:&lt;br /&gt;went places with luci and arlyn. laughed at popular for more than an hour with nicole, arvin, arlyn and jed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday:&lt;br /&gt;went to the youth lounge after school and played pool! i pwn noobs. :D&lt;br /&gt;then sports day! i was like damn enthu can. must be the painkillers. haha. MY SHOUT PWNS KIWI'S SHOUT. that's probably the only thing i can beat her in. HAH! and after all the shouting and leading all the cheers i still have my voice. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;3/2 FTW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'nuff said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i'm too whacked out to blog about my weekends. things have been such a pain in the ass, and i don't even know why. anyway, as i have clearly told 'people' already, i want to be out of it. and i'm sick of being a bridge or a scapegoat or whatever. gosh this sounds so freaking emo and gay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;in other news: been having very very horrible dreams again. like ugh, right alex? blah. totally ruined my sleepy mood. but im sleepy and tired now so i guess i'll sleep soon. ciao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag:&lt;br /&gt;lava: okaaaay. errr. i really dunno wad to think with the blog thing lah. :x&lt;br /&gt;yijia: err. link?&lt;br /&gt;alex: i can't believe i'm still dreaming my dreams! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;lellel: oh shush. i'm a busy man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-1055634754624599305?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/1055634754624599305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=1055634754624599305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/1055634754624599305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/1055634754624599305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-shut-up-people-with-no-lives-who-are.html' title=''/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-1615186473101219790</id><published>2009-03-21T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T16:18:48.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>autistic</title><content type='html'>yowza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. a few more mins before i leave for loudfest! haha. i took like ages deciding what to wear cos i don't feel like jeans today. in fact i don't feel like jeans anyday. ZOMG. i'm turning into sarah! OH NOES. hehe. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so talking to lava on msn now. :] chill lah syg! haha. must pray for them and love them and teach them how to love NON-MALICIOUSLY. HAHAHAHA. why does this sound so wrong?!? aiyah. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. hahaha. i just realized haven't posted about the bbq. hehe. lazy lah. all you've got to know is that it was frikkin awesome! can i get an amen? :D for those who didn't come: suckah! LOL. always got next time. ;) for those who came: ZOMG. supah damn fun rite. LOL. must plan for a next time! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOUDFEST WAS AWESOME. 'nuff said. hahaha. the drummer signed my shirt cos we have almost the same shirt! YAYS! :D i should've gotten the band members to sign to like every instrument, but oh wells. haha. MY DAD WON'T LET ME GET THE BOOK. D: this isn't fair. haha. he somehow implied that i didn't need to know more about being the devil cos i somehow already am. ouch, man. ouch. at least i didn't blow up a dog okay! i may have &lt;i&gt;almost&lt;/i&gt; set a cat on fire, but it wasn't exactly my fault. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i gotta jets now. bb!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-1615186473101219790?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/1615186473101219790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=1615186473101219790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/1615186473101219790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/1615186473101219790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/03/autistic.html' title='autistic'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-7977999763346715441</id><published>2009-03-19T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T01:03:47.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'd have a mcvalue lunch please</title><content type='html'>HALLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. ZOMG. i haven't blogged in ages. haha. anyway, things have been such a blast recently! haha. had sarah's birthday chalet thingie + school cellgroup bbq + super dee-duper awesome fun stuff. haha. and more coming up soon! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaay. i'm in my blogging mode now! :D get some popcorn ready cos everyone knows i blog with extreme detail. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;monday + tuesday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A MATHS ZOMG. i was like almost dying. haha. it's hard to concentrate on friggin simultaneous equations when you've got a date with disaster later? (don't ask. *u*) anyway, blah-ed through a maths &amp;amp; physics. thank God it was actually bearable. haha. well, my classmates are just awesome. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after 'school' waited for peepohs to get their stuff over with. haha. waiyan was playing the piano again. i am so over my whole piano-obsession. LOL. well i expected it to not last anyway, so no surprise there. haha. well i'm happy that i can play at least two songs now and i'm still learning more, just not as enthu as before. haha. so yeah. then walked in the rain. hahaha. i think my cold got totally worse then, plus my clothes got all wet! and i don't mean just my uniform, but the clothes i packed too! oh wells. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then had lunch at the hawker with waiyan while tru, ber, awal and matt went to ber's place. haha. after lunch, coffee bean! haha. the whole mocha ice-blended totally didn't help my cold too. hahaha. my sore throat got worse! HAHA. then treated waiyan to some hot coffee thing that i can't remember what it's called. haha. then the rest came to coffee bean too. bernard still hasn't done his &lt;i&gt;homework&lt;/i&gt;. tsktsk. i'm so disappointed. haha. anyway, i left a while after they came cos i had to meet lava at clementi mrt at 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so chionged to the station. i reach at like around 1.10 and was panicking cos i was late and i couldn't find her and can't contact her either. in the end she reach at like 1.20+. HAHA. so yeah, i panicked for nothing. so typical. LOL. so train-ed all the way to pasir ris. haha. i frikkin miss talking to lava. :) love ya syg! haha. anywaaaaay, haha. reached pasir ris at like 2pm+ then called peepohs and everything. blahblahblah. sarah's mom dropped us off at ehub and went to the chalet and everything. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so only me, lava, sarah, janeen and nat were there and alex, amy, josh and joel were coming later. haha. so i was like, really really sleepy so i was listening to my ipod and reading &lt;i&gt;a guy version of a bimbo book&lt;/i&gt; while the rest were watching eagle eye. HAHAHA. the book was sick yet funny in a very errr interesting way. haha. nat already showed me the sick horny parts earlier so i knew what to expect, but it had a love story hidden in all that gross parts! LOL. totally a bimbo book. hahaha. so yeah, was emoing (i even had my super special emo jacket on! haven't worn it in ages! HAHAHA) basically cos was really sleepy. haha. then smsing people to keep myself awake. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then alex came with a guitar and &lt;i&gt;music camp&lt;/i&gt; started! HAHA. then amy came too. i just slept and emo-ed. was really tired and sleepy okay! or maybe i had my reasons. LOL. i'm pretty sure lellel and hadzi knows why. i've been repeating it to them the whole time we were talking. HAHA. sorry i was so pissy during the convo. :x anywaaaaay, they dinner-ed and i stayed back again. HAHA. i am such a loner, but i don't mind. aiya. wasn't in the mood that time. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at night, was on the phone with lellel cos i just haaaad to talk to her. &lt;i&gt;love ya liverpool&lt;/i&gt;! LOL! then was just walking around the whole chalet talking on the phone. haha. i kana a lot of mosquitoes cos of that, but it's worth it? haha. the rest were still on with the whole music camp and i couldn't take it. LOL. it was bad enough with waiyan at school, so yeah. hahaha. then the whole call thing went on for a long time 'till my phone was running out of batt. then i borrowed alex, then lava's phone! HAHA. it was like, dead important okay! haha. then convo convo convo. then done. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then josh and joel came! PARTY TIME. HAHAHA. josh. joel and nat were burning stuff and i just watched. HAHA. it was very very interesting okay! haha. well the girls were doing girly stuff in the room and goodness knows i don't do girly stuff so i went with the guys. haha. well i won't say i regret it. HAHA. they burnt like, sparklers, ketchup, a balloon, a bottle of coke, tissue, ice cream, almost everything they could see.. with what you ask? &lt;i&gt;lighter and 'impulse godess'&lt;/i&gt; ! HAHAHA. frikkin awesome right. LOL. so yeah. walked around the whole chalet burning stuff and watched josh do very drunk and gay stuff. haha. &lt;i&gt;i saw josh do the peace sign and the 'omagawd' thing&lt;/i&gt;! BE JEALOUS, LAVA! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehem. anyhooo. after that went back to the room, then went off to mac with the girls! LOL. yeap, i've got the best of both worlds! haha. had fries and ice milo then yeah. just stoned. haha. ohoh. about my blog title. HAHA. i'm sure janeen would be more than happy to tell you about it, but i'm gonne beat her to it! LOL. so yeah, we were q-ing up to order, then i was thinking about what i should get and i saw the mcvalue lunch thingo that says 12-2 and i was like, "&lt;i&gt;it's 1 right now, so i can get the mcvalue lunch right?&lt;/i&gt;" in a very drunk way. I WAS OBVIOUSLY KIDDING OKAY. and janeen thought i was serious and she started bursting out laughing and explaining the meaning of the world 'lunch'. LOL. i was totally kidding okay. i was acting drunk. :) a lot of things seem funny to do when you've inhaled too much lighter fumes and smoke at 1 in the morning. *u* so yeah. ate our &lt;i&gt;lunch&lt;/i&gt; then was sitting next to these two guys and they were just playing with rubic cubes. what a great way to spend they're errr midnights. like seriously. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theeeen. went back to the chalet and watched movies! haha. the jamaican one was quite cool. lol. but legally blonde was funny yet antagonizing! HAHA. &lt;i&gt;nat's mind must've been internally bleeding or something&lt;/i&gt;. well it's nice to know i wasn't alone. haha. josh and joel were just sleeping through the movie. lucky ducks. haha. okay fine. the movie wasn't entirely that bad. haha. it was just horribly bimbo, and i'd have to say house bummy was cooler. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo after the movie was sleepy time! haha. not like i would get much sleep anyway. haha. it was like 5+ and &lt;i&gt;i had to be up by 6am&lt;/i&gt;! HAHA.plus it was horrible hard to sleep can? cos there were like 8 of us and only 4 single beds. and the bad thing was 5 girls and 3 guys so i had to sleep next to nat. well at least he didn't kick my face like clement did. -.- well i wouldn't say it was awkward since i was prolly too drunk/sleepy/tired to bother caring, but it was uncomfy. &amp;gt;: i'm used to having a queen-sized bed all to myself okay. (sidetrack: i totally remember chinyi bouncing on my bed and repeating for like a million times on how she wishes she has a queen-sized bed. HAHAHA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, 'slept'. then got up at 6am then prepared to leave and everything. then woke up janeen to send me off to the bus stop since i have never been to that side of singapore my whole entire life. haha. &lt;i&gt;thanks janeen for sending me off! :)&lt;/i&gt; haha. so yeah. then bus-ed to the mrt. and train-ed to clementi. damn sian can. i was sleepy, but couldn't sleep. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then reached school at like 7.45 and was with trudy and some other classmates. &lt;i&gt;i was unbelievably high, the drunken kind&lt;/i&gt;, and was telling trudy everything in lightning-speed. HAHA. :P then had a maths again and survived thanks to my non-seatmate. ;) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a maths, was over at the piano with waiyan and sally. haha. then had the whole piano-mania again. LOL. after that we decided to walk to clementi to get breakfast at mac (MCVALUE LUNCH. HAHA). haha. then sally kept complaining about walking, and waiyan kept entertaining us with a song. such an insult to avril lavigne! HAHA. anywaaaaay, LOL. reached mac and got no place to sit so we went kfc instead. &lt;i&gt;sally = chicken girl&lt;/i&gt;! HAHA. long story! LOL. only me, waiyan, xin ting and rosalind knows about this. haha. so yeah. had breakfast there and you know what sucks? we were only a few mins from getting lunch. -.- oh well. haha. the twister thingies weren't that bad. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after our breakfast xin thing and rosalind came and had lunch at kfc too. then waiyan was waiting for his friend (who was sleeping. haha) then i wanted to go home and sleep, but he kept making me wait. -.- he kept going 5mins. then another 5. then another. so &lt;i&gt;from 5mins become to 20mins++!&lt;/i&gt; D: sooo wasting my sleep time okay. haha. then after i realized his friend was never gonna come (he was probably still sleeping. good for him), i forced him to go with me to the mrt. haha. then we reached the station right, he made me wait again and we got bored and he called trudy and pranked her. HAHA. i'm sorry trudy! i had no control of what was happening! HAHA. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. after that, i train-ed + bus-ed home. reached. changed clothes, hugged mom and brothers. hugged my bolster. kissed my bed and slept. &lt;i&gt;i am a happy girl who is finally back to her crumbs-free nathaniel-free non-stinky queen-sized bed&lt;/i&gt;. hahaha. :P i slept from like, 1pm to 9pm! DAMN SHIOK. and i wouldn't have even woke up if it wasn't for a call. haha. so yeah. 9pm - 12am just smsed and stuffszxz. then slept from 12am to 11am. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was gonna blog about wednesday too, but i'm supposed to do something for our project that i haven't done yet so i'll do that first. i'll edit this later or something. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;tag reply&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;alex:&lt;/b&gt; let me makes this clear, my dear. haha. i chose a fire-show over whatever-u-guys-were-doing-in-the-room (im pretty sure you don't want me to announce it over the web. HAHA). you know you love me. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-7977999763346715441?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7977999763346715441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=7977999763346715441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/7977999763346715441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/7977999763346715441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/03/id-have-mcvalue-lunch-please.html' title='i&apos;d have a mcvalue lunch please'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-4362868550764918483</id><published>2009-03-11T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:08:33.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>son goku</title><content type='html'>HALLO. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a super nice day so i feel enthu to blog. LOL. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THANKS LEL FOR THE STARBUCKS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;heehee. labshoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THANKS ARLYN FOR THE COFFEE BEAN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;heehee. labshoo too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THANKS WAIYAN FOR THE FREE HAIRCUT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ULTIMATE LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;HAHA. don't even ask how i got both coffee bean and starbucks treat. all i have to say is that i love them and i want to hold their hand. :) ZOMG. speaking of holding hands, the whole word (okay fine, just my class. HAHA) knows that i have sweaty palms now. HAHA. gee, thanks a lot mr er, and not to mention, trudy! oh wells. haha. it was funny though, yet sad cos now i'll never be allowed to hold a gun or a grenade. &amp;gt;: and that's been like my all-time dream! oh wells. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about the haircut thing. HAHAHAHA. damn funny okay. waiyan cut my fringe! :D damn cool cansxzsx?!? HAHA. first was lellel and i was like, "omgomgomg, he cut it too short. you're gonna die!". hahaha. then when he was cutting my hair next, lel was doing that to me and i'm like :3 HAHA. i'm being such a good friend by trusting him okay! ;) see, i'm a good friend! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news. i still can't believe what i found out about waiyan! HAHA. i seriously didn't know okay! hahaha. like totally no idea. am i seriously the only one who doesn't know about it?!? hmmm. and i thought i knew most of the stuff going on in school. oh wells. lol. i wouldn't bother elaborating on this topic any further. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had cwds cell today! damn fun cansxzsx?!? :D haha. i can't exactly remember why it was fun, but it just is. HAHA. :) plus worship was damn nice. haha. i like that song from city harvest church (i can't remember the title). it was like super powerful and meaningful. can totally feel His presence. :) haha. then watched love revolution videos. a father's love was super touching! tears were about to drop, but didn't. HAHA. :P but it was really nice lah. :) will showshow peoplesxzsx next time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no piano for me tonight. haha. i'm busted. lol. don't even ask what that means. haha. oh wells. goodnight! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-4362868550764918483?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/4362868550764918483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=4362868550764918483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/4362868550764918483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/4362868550764918483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/03/son-goku.html' title='son goku'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-7631620338056030762</id><published>2009-03-10T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T10:00:55.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back through the door</title><content type='html'>don't ask what the title meant. i don't know either. it just popped-up and sounded cool. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. my blog's been pretty dead later. blame my sudden piano-obsession. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;bernie came back! :D didn't really get to talk to her much though. :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; ace is back too!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i can play boston and most of what a catch donnie now! :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a maths and chemistry confirm fail. :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the bitch's being such a bitch. i think i owe someone a murder scene.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i am too lazy to blog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;i was supposedly gonna write more than this then i realized i had a lot to catch up on. better make good use of my time. haha. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-7631620338056030762?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7631620338056030762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=7631620338056030762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/7631620338056030762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/7631620338056030762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-through-door.html' title='back through the door'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-6437341932651037982</id><published>2009-03-04T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:03:51.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's your love language?</title><content type='html'>i reached home at 10pm today. HAHA. i'm like super tired i felt like collapsin on the bed, but had to sync my ipod first. I GOT BACK MY IPOD ALR BTW. WOOTS. :D thank God like so so so so much! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh. before i forget:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARAH CHAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; i've prolly already greeted you like a million times. HAHA. but oh well, love ya many many!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEN WEE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mummie! haha. long time no talk one lah hors! idk why i'm singlish-ing. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY WEE KIAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;15 whacks means i appreciate you a lot. u say physical touch one marhs. HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;THANKS FOR THE BALLOON.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; even though it was troublesome carrying it around, and the barney was upside down, HAHA. thxthx. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, on why i was out so late today is cos i went to toa payoh with wee kiat and joey. we had school cell group there. haha. yeah, so far right. oh wells. haha. i think it's worth it. :) then people from their cell was with us also. haha. quite fun lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first we had the cell group meeting about the five love languages. &lt;i&gt;quality time, words of affirmation, gift-giving, physical touch and acts of services&lt;/i&gt;. haha. interesting right? :) then after that, celebrated wee kiat's birthday. haha. then played games! HAHA. we played like so many games i can't even remember what. haha. it was like super deeduper fun. haha. then clifton came and played another round of blind mice. HAHA. damn funny okay. haha. then then then. play play play until so late. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went for dinner together! :) had dinner at kfc. haha. found out so many interesting things. :) haha. then took group pic, then chionged home cos it was already like super late. haha. i reached cck at like 9.30 and was gonna go lot1 to buy earphons for my ipod, but popular closed already. &amp;gt;: so i'm just gonna buy them tomorrow. haha. then bus-ed home and reached at like 10pm! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm super duper frikkin uber sleepy but i'm waiting for my ipod to finish syncing. i would go play piano right now, but too tired to go to the living room. haha. oh wells. haha. gonna rest whil waiting for my ipod now. haha. or maybe i'll just leave my computer on the whole night and scan the com. haha. either way, goodnite! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;lellel:&lt;/b&gt; -.- someone remind me why i'm friends with you again?!? LOL. cos opposites attract! HAHA. i rock. :D okayokay. i'm sleep deprived. don't mind what i'm saying. you on the other hand is not sleep-deprived so shush! HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-6437341932651037982?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/6437341932651037982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=6437341932651037982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/6437341932651037982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/6437341932651037982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-your-love-language.html' title='what&apos;s your love language?'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-3680410341829511928</id><published>2009-03-03T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:58:40.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>piano fiasco</title><content type='html'>i'm loading jay chou songs on youtube and i have my bigass keyboard, a journal and a pencil beside me. all around my desktop com. do you have any idea how frustrating movie is?!? but oh well. i think it's worth it. HAHA. i seriously have to cut it out with this piano thing. i'm freaking myself out. i don't even know what triggered the suddenly addictiveness. it just poofed! out of no where! LOL. okay fine. maybe waiyan helped. a bit. FINE. A LOT. and that isn't exactly a good thing. haha. i'm like, not doing homework for this you know. i still owe mr er two pieces of homework. mrs yong, the e maths 2. ms neo, the problem solving 2. mdm heng, the worksheet. good luck me indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. okay. i'm happy with learning one song a day. okay. tomorrow if got time, will practice the &lt;i&gt;lu xiao yu&lt;/i&gt;. haha. i still find it disturbing that i have totally no idea what it means. hahaha. oh wells. i have to get used to it. i'm loving jay chou songs now! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. i need to cut this out. i'm scaring myself. hahaha. i'm getting my balloon tomorrow! woots! or so he says. haha. actually i was just kidding with the whole balloon thing, but oh well. :D beggars can't be choosers. LOL. i fail to see how it's relevant but it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG. you know what. for some reason i feel like my right hand is skinnier than how it was yesterday. HAHAHA. okay. now i really have to stop. i'm going nuts. goodnite! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag replies! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;tli&lt;/b&gt;: you're just special that way. :D be honoured. ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;lellel&lt;/b&gt;: WTH... -.-. just shardarp lel. jst shuttit. hahaha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;trudy&lt;/b&gt;: ZOMGWTFBBQ?!?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;lellel&lt;/b&gt;: LRMRTRSKKSTFU?!? &lt;i&gt;lellel ruedas metro tamil trudy rosemund singapore kitty king super taba fuck you&lt;/i&gt;? :D LIZA FTW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-3680410341829511928?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/3680410341829511928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=3680410341829511928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/3680410341829511928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/3680410341829511928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/03/piano-fiasco.html' title='piano fiasco'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-2937770086942157064</id><published>2009-03-02T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:37:23.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEE-ARE-BEE</title><content type='html'>i can't believe i'm sacrificing homework for the piano. i wouldn't be surprised if i sacrificed it for the com, but the piano?!? hot damn. LOL. waiyan got me hooked, so if i get irritating with the *dun-dun-dunnun* and the *dunnun-dennen* you all know who to blame. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a new number! UNLIMITED SMSES BABY! :D like finally. haha. leave me a tag or im me on msn if you wanna know. LOL. oh and i got a new phone! LG KS360! i love my babes! haha. it's a bit hard to get used to do and i think i'm already getting a callus for typing too much, but who cares. QWERTY KEYPADS FTW. :D and it's pink! which isn't a good thing btw. but who cares. QWERTY KEYPAD FTW. :D LOLOL. i'm too hyped up. ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY 2 MONTHS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you know who you are. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and shattap. stop stooping me down to his level. that is so hadzi of you. don't ask. &amp;gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;dunnun-dunnun. dunnun-dunnun, danuhnun. dunnun-dunnun. dunnun-dunnun, danahnun.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh. i seriously have to get it out of my head. i've been humming that for the whole day. even after lel and tru left me at the mrt. people were staring, but who cares? QWERTY KEYPADS FTW. LOL. ahhh. too hyped up. D: i'm hooked. i'm hooked. i'm hooked. haha. you know i was like sitting there for an hour just watching the cars pass by then listening to the piano and i didn't get bored! ONE HOUR EH. we were at the piano place at like before 6pm then left at like almost 7pm. HAHA. damn awesome okay. haha. and that doesn't count the earlier times he was playing the same thing for practically almost an hour too. haha. i feel so inspired to play piano now. haha. i think i shall go try to figure out the melody waiyan was playing earlier.. &lt;b&gt;BEE-ARE-BEE&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm back. haha. i can play a bit! :D yays mehs. :D need to get used to it tho. my fingers shake when i play. HAHA. oh wells. ahh. still need to initial charge my phone. haha. i smsed 150+ msgs in a matter of minutes! unlimited smses rocks. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'm gonna go off now either gonna do homework or keyboards. HAHA. i'm guessing you're all betting on keyboards. oh wells. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY METHINEE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't like you! you're so pretty. want to squish you already. LOL &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY 3/2 FEBUARY BABIES!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haha. must get photos from menghan!&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THANKS WAIYAN FOR COFFEE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;must not get mocha next time! we'll end up not doing our homework again and get hyped up on music instead. HAHA &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'M STILL WAITING FOR MY BALLOON.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you arhs! D: you owe me two balloons already. HAHA. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'M STILL WAITING FOR MY IPOD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i miss my darling. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-2937770086942157064?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2937770086942157064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=2937770086942157064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/2937770086942157064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/2937770086942157064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-cant-believe-im-sacrificing-homework.html' title='BEE-ARE-BEE'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-8571032797685740812</id><published>2009-02-24T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:24:46.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss my darling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;i is sadded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i haven't gotten my ipod back yet. eurgh. stupid bitch won't come to school! damn idiot canxsz?!? i want my ipod back. i want my darling back. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news:&lt;br /&gt;school is as boring as ever. well tuesdays are. DAMN SIANXSZ. well the first half was quite okay. pe! :D i'm starting to enjoy the runs now. haha. but must increase stamina. LOL. 1st round on the sprint thing was still okay. the 2nd one too. but legs were cramping like shit so i didn't make it to the 3rd sprint. HAHA. oh wells. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english was.. entertaining. yes, jia jinn. a topic on sex will earn you stars. *facepalm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;mr err: if you see a brown thing scurrying around, tell me. it isn't your imagination.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. that was so epic. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english onwards is boring. i'm not even gonna bother talking about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A MATHS ROCK. if you actually understand the topic. if not, it's probably your worst enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna practice a maths now. lalalala~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-8571032797685740812?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/8571032797685740812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=8571032797685740812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/8571032797685740812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/8571032797685740812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-miss-my-darling.html' title='i miss my darling'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-4760467688618743504</id><published>2009-02-21T12:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:37:33.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bulletpoint</title><content type='html'>i'm up before 11am! what a shocker. haha. i woke up at like 9.30am today. and there isn't even cell! bummer. haha. i blame him okay. LOL. idk why. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, nothing really much to blog about. ohohoh. RIGHT. i forgot to blog about stuff. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i yawned 25 times on the train from pasir ris to choa chu kang! HAHA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i forgot how many times trudy yawned.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;oh and why i was on the train from pasir ris to cck, cos we were free after school, but lazy to do anything sooo...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we went on a joyride on the mrt! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;clementi &amp;gt; pasir ris &amp;gt; choa chu kang! HAHA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it was very very entertaining.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LOL. 007. 012. 345. 678. 10! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;don't even bother asking what that means. HAHA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;trudy got kicked out of pe yesterday! HAHA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; ok. not really kicked out, but like... haha. she was leading the class run, then mr kenny was like, hey trudy! you can run a bit faster than that. then i was like, she can't run faster, she got fracture. then mr kenny was like, (O.O) then why is she still running?!? then i'm like, THAT'S WHAT I TOLD HER. then he stopped the class run and told her to stop running.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'M SORRY TRUDY. i do this cos i love ya! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so tru, me and james were stoning while watching the others run like mad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; then tru was like, it's so nice to hug this pole! then james is like, go away. *hugs pole* ..... got nice meh?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HAHAHAHA. he actually tried it and not to mention judge whether it's really nice or not.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;panni.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i missed one and a half period of english yesterday! dang. i thought the documentary was pretty interesting. no sarcasm intended. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;liza &amp;amp; trudy:&lt;/b&gt; hey! it's bernard's girlfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;b's gf:&lt;/b&gt; yeahyeahyeah. :) i was with him last night :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;liza: &lt;/b&gt;you treated him to geylang izzit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;b's gf:&lt;/b&gt; nonono. i was with him. help him ______.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FILL IN THE BLANK.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna fill it out myself cos it's just so wrong. that kid totally molested my mind. HAHAHA. i so need to know the name of that kid. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, my brother just found the pokemon mystery sthsth gameboy catridge that's been missing for ages. i so love that game. HAHA. gonna go harass the gameboy out of my brother now. byee! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-4760467688618743504?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/4760467688618743504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=4760467688618743504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/4760467688618743504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/4760467688618743504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-up-before-11am-what-shocker.html' title='bulletpoint'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-8527416651397483659</id><published>2009-02-20T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:21:29.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>si manliligaw ko</title><content type='html'>a lot of things happened over these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;first badminton match against the Japanse School!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;our school won 4 out of 5 matches!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;me and luci won our game! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it was the very first time i actually ran like... RAN to play okay! HAHAHA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;king says i make funny poses when i hit. ._. it's not my fault that jump-kick makes my awesomeness okay! HAHA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;king helped me report to mrs pak about the ipod incident.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MRS PAK FRIKKIN ROCKS. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MR ZAFRAN TOO. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;they found the person who stole our ipod!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and we might get it back on monday!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if not, they're gonna have to pay us back. $500 (ipod touch) + $300 (ipod nano). go figure. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;i'm too tired to explain anything else. haha. i'm watchin greek now! :D GREEK FRIKKIN ROCKS. WATCH WATCH WATCH. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna go concentrate on watching now. smsing mr balloon man while watching! he replies suupppeeerr slow. anyway, cappie ftw! :D byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-8527416651397483659?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/8527416651397483659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=8527416651397483659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/8527416651397483659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/8527416651397483659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/02/si-manliligaw-ko.html' title='si manliligaw ko'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-3904470327759819729</id><published>2009-02-17T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:02:26.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>king is very pretty :)</title><content type='html'>let us not talk about sad things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy thoughts. happy thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to what zach says, HAVE FAITH. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not afraid of you! my God is &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THIS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; big! nah, he's actually much much bigger than that! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. let's zoom to after school. we had a maths remedial. this topic is much much easier than the past dunno what crap about logs okay. haha. so yeah, i've got to concentrate a bit. then after that, looked for lellel and arlyn and found them doing the hearts thingie. haha. thanks thanks thanks so much for your help! :D so yeah. helped out a bit, then arlyn felt hungry so we went to the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then saw king there and begged for help with a maths. HAHA. i feel so pathetic. so yeah, went to the library to do a maths. then i ended up laugh laugh laugh. haha. my tutor called me stupid, crazy, blur and noisy! like whatever can. where got tutor can say these kind of things to his student?!? hahaha. but in fairness, i can learn from him better than mrs yong. :x haha. so yeah. finished everything except for this last question which he also got wrong. :x nevermind. will find out next time. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then... arlyn got scolded for eating a lollipop and king got scolded for drinking sweet drinks and his excuse is that they got cough so medicine. BULLSHIT. hahahaha. look at me! i'm such a goodie goodie. :D then i forgot about lellel and trudy (i'm so sorry my dears!) so quickly ran down. took the lollipops and swapped sim cards back. then ran back up. i'm really sorry for ditching you guys! was really desperate with a maths. haha. LOVE YA. :) then went back up and asked king, luci and arlyn to help with the lollipops. seng aung quitted school so we had an extra lollipop! haha. arlyn was trying to steal it when we realized that it was supposed to be clare. then we realized that it was actually for seng aung, so it was extra! :D me being the super nice person that i am, gave it to king for helping me with a maths and the hearts! haha. see i'm so kind right? :) haha. and it's also cos he's the only one in our group who wouldn't get a lollipop. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thenthen. after a maths and everything, luci had *ehem* stuff on. so was gonna go with her to the mrt, but arlyn was pulling me to go with her so.. i tore myself apart. HAHA. nah. i promised luci i'll go with her next time and wished her goodluck. haha. sorry hamham! then walked with arlyn and king. then begged for water and i wanted to play on the swing! but got a kid who wouldn't get off. -.- so i got king to promise me to get me a balloon instead! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sent arlyn home, then me and king walked to the mrt. wahlau. this guy you know.. haiyah. LOL. he very pretty lah. :) HAHAHAHA. see! i'm so kind right! i where got bully you?!? :) then talktalktalktalktalktalk all the way to clementi mrt. hahaha. idk why, but he's so fun to talk to! :D and i have to remember to keep my mouth shut or else :x oh wells. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went up the mrt, then said byes. then i saw my dad! haha. he was waiting for tito tem, cos they were going to church. :) then i went home by train and bus. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-3904470327759819729?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/3904470327759819729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=3904470327759819729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/3904470327759819729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/3904470327759819729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/02/king-is-very-pretty.html' title='king is very pretty :)'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-6553852029085736</id><published>2009-02-17T05:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:37:51.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid bitch</title><content type='html'>i seriously might kill the next person i see with an ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm barely breathing. like seriously. i'm so fucking pissed, it's not even funny. and usually i'll just laugh off my pissed-ness, but noooo. you're so gonna get it from me, you bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a message for the fucking fucktard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YOU MESSED WITH THE WRONG PERSON. I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE ONE OF MY FRIENDS AND THIS JUST HAPPENS TO BE A PRANK, YOU'RE GONNA DIE, MAN. YOU'RE GONNA DIE. IF I CAN KICK A RUBBISH BIN, I CAN KICK YOU IN THE BALLS/IN THE BOOBS. SERIOUSLY. ARE YOU REALLY THAT FUCKING POOR AND LOW TO SNOOP THROUGH PEOPLE'S BAGS AND SEE IF THEY GOT ANYTHING INTERESTING? YES? I THOUGHT SO. YOU BETTER GET READY FOR ALL HELL TO BREAK LOSE WHEN I FIND OUT WHO YOU ARE. FUCKING ASSHOLE. AND NO, I'M NOT GONNA WISH YOU TO GO TO HELL OR ANYTHING, COS YOU'LL PROLLY WISH FOR THAT YOURSELF WHEN I GET A HOLD OF YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all. :) i'm off to school now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-6553852029085736?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/6553852029085736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=6553852029085736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/6553852029085736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/6553852029085736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-seriously-might-kill-next-person-i.html' title='stupid bitch'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-8007501427157617915</id><published>2009-02-14T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:23:28.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>valentine's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;THEY THOUGHT WE WERE TOGETHER?!?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA. &lt;b&gt;FANNI.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-8007501427157617915?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/8007501427157617915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=8007501427157617915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/8007501427157617915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/8007501427157617915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='valentine&apos;s day'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-2184749021056277489</id><published>2009-02-11T05:08:00.043+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T06:05:14.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>red ranger</title><content type='html'>good morning! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finished doing the social studies homework. damn sian. i feel so sleepy. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;yesterday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up early, but i reached school later than usual. haha. school as usual. did pull ups for p.e. haha the most i can manage is one! LOL! my arms still hurt from training okay. hahaha. then me and trudy were talkinga bout something when we suddenly screamed! HAHAHA. it was hilarious. then during english, i didn't have the paper 2 with me, so i ran up to my locker to get it. turns out it wasn't even there. -.- so i had 2 periods free! i just have to pass up paper 2 and the holiday homework today, if i can even find it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then. social studies. bernard kept doing the power rangers alert. -.- &lt;b&gt;POWER RANGERS IS MY THING OK. MINE. &lt;/b&gt;the sudden popularity of power rangers in school is seriously irritating. go get something new, like noddy or whatever shit. -.- ehem, anyway. was smsing nat during class. then hadzi was like, 'liza, who could you possibly be smsing?!? everyone is in class right now!' and i was like, 'i have friends outside school okay. unlike other people!' then he was like, 'omg. liza has friends?!?' -.- like.. &lt;b&gt;8 BAMBOOS&lt;/b&gt;.*winks at lel* then he kena scolding from mdm heng for doing nothing, but disturb the living daylights out of me. HE WAS "SINGING" OKAY. "SINGING". &lt;b&gt;emphasis on the ""&lt;/b&gt;. and this is what i have to endure every e maths lesson. ._."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skip to after school! we were supposed to have physics remedial, but it was postponed. YAY. haha. but the bio people still had remedial so me, grace and lel stayed with trudy 'till they had to go. &lt;b&gt;LIVERPOOL FTW&lt;/b&gt;! hahaha. then grace had a sticky thingie on her back that says 'man u sucks'. HAHA. 2 people we don't even know commented on it! LOL. then had lunch at the hawker. then met arlyn there, then me and lellel stuffed ourselves happy. HAHA. arlyn's house is sort of like, food heaven. right next to my mom and granny's kitchen. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then rushed back to school and did warm up. i only managed to do 4 rounds instead of 5 cos my legs were turning into jelly while trudy was like damn enthu. haha. after warm-ups, me, lellel, arlyn and trudy played doubles! :D arlyn and lel vs. me and trudy. "SI LELLEL INSPIRED. NAG-TEXT KASI SI JOSEPH EH". HAHAHAHAHA. so yeah. then seniors suddenly called us to go play with them. as usual me and arlyn went like, "patayan na. patayan na. pakitang gilas nanaman. ayoko na!" LOL. i kept missing. i wonder why. HAHAHA. then they taught us like how to hit smashes properly and stuff. haha. i think i really improved a lot okay. like from last year. HAHA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after training, learned popping again from kiwi! HAHA. i am so fascinated with popping okay. haha. and i can still remember how to do a six-step! :D and i can actually do it fast and continually, it's just that i can't go back to the starting positions cos my legs are too fat. HAHAHA. it was really fun. haha. then learned another step kick-y thing. haha. then met grace and she joined me, kiwi, luci and methanie(sp?) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after some popping, we were bored, but didn't want to go home yet so we went to the fitness corner and started doing random stuff. haha. methanie can do the spin-y thingie grace does! haha. then they kept jumping over the inclined pull-ups thingie. grace looked like a monkey climbing from bar to bar on the chin-ups! HAHA. then methanie can spin on the monkey bars. ah ya. can't really explain. oh wells. haha. then me and luci just stoned there watching in amazement. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all the commotions, we all headed off. haha. kiwi, luci and methanie went to have dinner while grace was fetched by her parents. haha. i took the train and walked home. haha. lazy wait for the bus to come. it took me 15mins to walk home! HAHAHA. like, whatever man. haha. :P then when i reached home, i was seriously freaking tired that i just took my shoes off, threw my bag on my desk and just collapsed on the bed. haha. stayed there for like, 40+mins smsing people. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i finally got to drag myself off the bed, i landed in front of the tv, too tired to move. haha. then my mom made me eat dinner, but i didn't like dinner, so i cooked for myself and watched tv. then i got a panicky call from ben that made me forget about what i was cooking. HAHAHA. no comments man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that. sleepsleepsleep. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;pwedo ko na kalaban si king kasi..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ako ang hari ng sablay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-2184749021056277489?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2184749021056277489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=2184749021056277489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/2184749021056277489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/2184749021056277489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/02/red-ranger.html' title='red ranger'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-1325277838495887231</id><published>2009-02-09T01:00:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T01:05:38.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liza 's foot bled like there's no tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Sara Grace Salley&lt;/b&gt; at 21:27, on 07 February&lt;br /&gt;WHAT???????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Liza Rae Ruedas&lt;/b&gt; at 21:30, on 07 February&lt;br /&gt;i got locked out of my hse cos the fam went out for dinner so i went downstairs at the playground and i hav no idea why, but i suddenly walked around barefoot and i stepped on a piece of glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first i thought it was jst some random stick thing. then i walked again and it hurt. then i lifted my foot and saw blood dripping then it all made sense. MY FOOT WAS BLEEDING. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sara Grace Salley &lt;/b&gt;at 21:32, on 07 February&lt;br /&gt;Omgosh! Wow! So drama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Liza Rae Ruedas&lt;/b&gt; at 21:46, on 07 February&lt;br /&gt;haahaha. i knw! :P but i didnt rly like feel it. it jst bled a lot and i was like talking to my friend on the phone and was like, 'oh. i think me foot's bleeding' and described how it looked like, like it was some experiment of some sort. and she called me a weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*u*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sara Grace Salley&lt;/b&gt; at 21:47, on 07 February&lt;br /&gt;Described what it looked like?? That's so you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Liza Rae Ruedas&lt;/b&gt; at 22:19, on 07 February&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. i knw. LOL. it was literally flowing from the cut. and it was stuck on my flip-flops and i took my foot out and the blood was dripping off my foot to the ground and when i put my flipflops back on it felt disgusting. like u were steppin on some rly sticky jelly thing. ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sara Grace Salley&lt;/b&gt; at 20:10, on 08 February&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Ok. I didnt really ask you to describe it for me, but thanks for the info! LOL&lt;div class="walltext"&gt;&lt;div id="text_expose_id_498f0fc47ca5f7524156727"&gt;&lt;div class="walltext"&gt;&lt;div id="text_expose_id_498f0fc47d39e6385223894"&gt;&lt;div class="walltext"&gt;&lt;div id="text_expose_id_498f0fc47e82d0624529032"&gt;&lt;div class="walltext"&gt;&lt;div id="text_expose_id_498f0fc47ef1c3266152349"&gt;&lt;div class="walltext"&gt;&lt;div id="text_expose_id_498f0fc47f6426b82750673"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div id="text_expose_id_498f0fc47f6426b82750673"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finished studying for social studies test! goodnight! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-1325277838495887231?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/1325277838495887231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=1325277838495887231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/1325277838495887231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/1325277838495887231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/02/liza-s-foot-bled-like-theres-no.html' title='Liza &apos;s foot bled like there&apos;s no tomorrow.'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-1053926259458759752</id><published>2009-02-07T00:26:00.119+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T01:21:59.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*u*</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;thursday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i can't exactly remember anything about yesterday. LOL. i'll just say those random stuff i remember in point form k? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;james told me i sms the whole day. quite true. haha. i was using lellel's phone to sms in class and i sent out 73msgs in only one day! :D I ROCK. she has unlimited smses, i have international smses i don't use. do the math. haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we were late for badminton. AGAIN. haha. we had to take the rackets from arlyn's house. i was like all hyper running to her house okay! haha. i dunno why i was hyper either. LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nathaniel was scolding me when i told him i was gonna be late for training by an hour. he should probably get used to that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;came back to school screaming for no apparent reason. haha. met luci and did 5 warm-up rounds and my knees turn into jelly, but don't really mind. haha. i love training! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i almost hit mrs wong on the head 3 times with the shuttle. &lt;s&gt;YAY ME.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we were playing when our seniors would suddenly join in me and arlyn's game and would slowly take over our court.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BUT WE DIDN'T LET THEM TAKE OVER THIS TIME.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we fought to the finish!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but we pretty much got owned.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;well it was fun anyway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i got hit &lt;i&gt;on the heart&lt;/i&gt; twice! LOL!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and once on the hip. =/&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and no, i'm not changing place with arlyn! haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i forgot why, but hadzi called me a bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i chased him till he dropped his bag, then i lazy run so i took his bag instead! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i didn't give him his bag unless he apoloized sincerely.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;which he didn't.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so i played matched with a bag on! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bernard's actually quite good in badminton.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and he does cool poses like in frisbee!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;now hadzi's just... aiyo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;khoi's moves ftw!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then we went to wcp to buy bubble tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;trudy, lellel, grace, training on tuesday! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my shoulders hurt really badly after training.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;probably because of the bag.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;oh wells. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;u&gt;friday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at like, 4am to bathe then blahblah. ahya. who would actually wanna read about what i do in the mornings. LOL. zoom to after school! after the chemistry test, me and tru kept our stuff in the locker and had lunch at &lt;b&gt;we see pee&lt;/b&gt;! haha. we ate at subway. damn nice! :D but too bad lellel and grace weren't with us cos they had to go to this parliament thingie. maybe they saw jill's dad! will ask them later. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we walked to &lt;b&gt;we see park&lt;/b&gt; and we we were like singing songs. haha. it reminds me of that time the whole school had to go to wcpark for the run thingie. haha. then we explored the playgrounds and scared off kids! :D first went to the &lt;b&gt;tinky-winky&lt;/b&gt; spinny thingie. LOL. but we wouldn't make it spin no matter what we do! D: so frustrating. then moved to the other playground. we went to basically every playground lah, except for the swing thingie and the pyramid, cos it was already raining by the time we got there. haha. we got caught up in the spiral spin thingie. ZOMG. so irritating you know! D:&amp;lt; we followed the instructions on the board already right, but the stupid thing still wouldn't spin. -.- then went to the pier then stood there for a minute then walked back. haha. we were trying to figure out whether the field was bigger or our school was bigger, and we have come to the conclusion that it is about the same size. HAHAHA. ZOMG. we damn no life eh, but nevermind. it was fun anyway. we saw a lot of clementi woodians on the way, right tru? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was raining so we couldn't walk back to school, so we stayed at mac instead and ordered coke. HAHA. we damn pathetic. LOL. but nevermind. experience experience. then after waiting for a few minutes, we went to the bus stop and it started to rain again (tru had painful memories. LOL! i'm sorry. haha.) so we took the only bus we could take which was 176. haha. we thought it would get off at dada's place, but then we were wrong. -.- &lt;b&gt;suprise, surprise&lt;/b&gt;. HAHA. so we got off at this random stop, then got on 30. haha. then just had a very interesting bus ride from there. hahaha. we were smsing hadzi and quarelling about &lt;b&gt;very interesting&lt;/b&gt; insult names and how tall they are and... *EHEM*. LOL! shut up man. shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then reached jurong point and walked around. we visited like every sport shops to stare at pretty pretty shoes (tru:puma me:adidas+nike). haha. i seriously want the white adidas shoe with green stripes! i think it's called either adidas leaders or adidas country 0. haha. then the black &amp;amp; lime green nike air! DAMN NICE. and a nike gymbag too! i seriously want a nike gymbag/dufffelbag. then trudy was looking at puma, &lt;b&gt;surprise, surprise&lt;/b&gt;, then drooled over man u jersey/windbreaker. i liked the liverpool one! even though i don't actually watch soccer. HAHAHA. i just want to be in the middle! cos grace and hadzi are on chelsea, bernard and tru are on man u. then since me and lel don't watch soccer, we're on liverpool! WOOTS! HAHAHAHA. &lt;b&gt;LIVERPOOL FTW&lt;/b&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that just looked at some clothes. then kept getting static-ed by each other. haha. then trudy's gonna tell her mum to go to this and that shop. &lt;s&gt;then she's gonna buy the clothes/shoes i hinted. then she's gonna give it to me on monday. then i'll be so shocked! :O&lt;/s&gt; like whatever man. hahaha. :P then blahblahblah-ed. then went home and had a very interesting convo about ronaldo or something i think. i dunno. i'm too stoned now to remember anything. hahaha.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;no. after thinking about it, i'm not that seriously pissed. it was a shocking moment that someone could actually come up with something so stupid. my anger was impulsive (SORRY!), but then after sarah called me down, i was seriously so calmed down that i was already laughing about it. hahaha. you know, she's right. why spend so much time worrying, when it doesn't even help you out in anything? must think of hapy thoughts, happy thoughts (*u*). but anyway,&amp;nbsp; who cares lah. &lt;b&gt;think whatever you want to think man&lt;/b&gt;. i'm happy enough to know that me and my real friends know the truth. :) monster ftw! :D&lt;/blockquote&gt;anyway, i've still got band practice tomorrow. good thing no training! HAH. seniors wouldn't get to bully us. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #e06666;"&gt;and tell your boyfriend when he says he's got beef, that i'm a vegitarian and i ain't fuckin' scared of him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-1053926259458759752?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/1053926259458759752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=1053926259458759752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/1053926259458759752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/1053926259458759752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/02/u.html' title='*u*'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-8948898997724713976</id><published>2009-02-02T21:10:00.038+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:00:12.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't trust a ho</title><content type='html'>omg. i'm quite pissed, 'till cannot take it. ahhh. i blame nathaniel okay. for bringing up the unlimited smses topic up. and it so didn't help that i ran out of credit today. -.- ahhh. i so cannot survive without credit for more than a day okay. like seriously. &lt;b&gt;MUST BUY CREDIT TOMORROW. MUST BUY CREDIT TOMORROW&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i seriously don't get my dad. it is obviously so much cheaper if i just signed up for an unlimited plan okay! $26/month! so much better than $28/half month okay. yesyes. i am so awesome, i can finish $100 worth of credit in half a month and that was all on smses okay. i very seldom call. haha. so yeah! &lt;b&gt;I SO NEED UNLIMITED SMSES PLZ. &lt;/b&gt;even all my friends think so okay! ace even says she doesn't know anyone else who smses more than i do! &amp;gt;: lellel has unlimited messages and she doesn't even messages people that much (she doesn't even sms in class! goody-two-shoes!) &amp;gt;: this isn't fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, my saturdays are so overwhelming. training is the same time as kids worship practice! ZOMG. what to do. what to do. need to go for training cos friendly match against the japanese school is coming up and we don't want to show up as noobs. haha. but then, i need to go for kids worship practice too! my guitar skills are damn noob now, cos haven't been playing for ages. &amp;gt;: ZOMG. shall ask felicia about it tomorrow.=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;project sweet&lt;/i&gt; has gone from the whole school to down to the whole level + teachers &amp;amp; staff. we only have very limited time, so we admit that we won't be able it on valentine's if we're gonna do it for the whole school, so we've decided to go down to the sec 3's instead. haha. we've got from&amp;nbsp; 750 down to about 160+ people. haha. i think that's still quite a lot. i hope we make it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall not talk much about today, cos i might bore you guys to death &lt;s&gt;more than i've already been doing,&lt;/s&gt; so yeah. haha. well it wasn't really that bad lah, quite fun. but nothing much to blog about. haha. ZOMG. i got addicted to this song. &lt;b&gt;DON'T TRUST ME by 3OH!3&lt;/b&gt;. ZOMG. HAHAHAHA. i'm such a freak. LOL. but seriously it's damn awesome okay. i'm sure a lot of people would agree. hahaha. right next to &lt;s&gt;las vegas&lt;/s&gt; los angeles man! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i've still got to wake up tomorrow at 3am to bathe plus do homework plus dry hair. -.- it's so troublesome, plus irritating since i can't even get my hair to stay straight anymore. ugh. i think i'm gonna skip training tomorrow for mahjong. LOL! my friends are calling me crazy, but 8 bamboos &lt;i&gt;(whatever man)&lt;/i&gt;!!! HAHAHA. inside joke between me and lellel. LOL. byeee! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-8948898997724713976?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/8948898997724713976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=8948898997724713976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/8948898997724713976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/8948898997724713976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-trust-ho.html' title='don&apos;t trust a ho'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-8019623325812421063</id><published>2009-02-01T20:45:00.060+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:38:23.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>big brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Pick 8 random friends you feel comfortable around&lt;/b&gt;. (including yourself for number 4).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. trudy&lt;br /&gt;2. lellel&lt;br /&gt;3. sara grace&lt;br /&gt;4. liza!&lt;br /&gt;5. sarah&lt;br /&gt;6. nathaniel&lt;br /&gt;7. ben&lt;br /&gt;8. lava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(hahaha. ZOMG. that was people randomly popping into my head)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These eight people you just picked are stuck in a house with you for a whole year. There is no leaving the house at all until the year is completely up. If you had to choose a person for every question below, write down which person it would be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(why am i suddenly scared? =/)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; There are four rooms, who would be in each room&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room 01: ace &amp;amp; me&lt;br /&gt;Room 02: sarah &amp;amp; lava&lt;br /&gt;Room 03: trudy &amp;amp; lellel&lt;br /&gt;Room 04: ben &amp;amp; nat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; If there was someone singing in the morning who would it most likely be? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. either sarah or nat! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; If someone was considered the dad and the mom of the house, who would it be? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O hahaha. idk. i'll be dead if i answered this question and they saw my answer. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; If you wanted candy really badly and all of the 7 in the house had some, who would you take it from? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ace! cos i know she'll be kind enought to spare me some. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; If two people were caught making out in a closet who would it be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._. so not answering this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; If someone had to watch you brush your teeth (every) morning, who would it be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE! wahahahaha. watch me and my lime green toothbrush! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; There were two bags of chips bought at the store, but 20 minutes later they are gone. Who ate them?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHANIEL, BEN AND POSSIBLY LELLEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Who would hate being in the house the most ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lellel and lava, cos i know they both love going out. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Someone took (brand spanking new) pair of socks that were never worn, who is the thief?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nat. idk why. he seems like a person who would steal socks. haha/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Someone swept all the dirt under the rug, who was it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarah or trudy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; If there was arguments in the house, who would be the ones arguing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me with nat. ben with sarah. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Who would be the one missing there boyfriend/girlfriend that wasn’t in the house with them?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LELLEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; You walked downstairs in the middle of the night for a glass of water, someone is dancing on the table in their Leopard Thong, who is the crazy one?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHANIEL. HAHAHA. OMG. MY MIND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; A pillow fight broke through, who started it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Theres a marathon of your favorite tv show, what is it? and who would be watching it with you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really watch tv. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Someone made a fort in the laundry room, who was the kid?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; There’s a prankster in the house that put plastic on the two toilets in the house, who are the pranksters?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME. COS I ROCK AT PRANKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; The musics too loud, who turned it up?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAVA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Theres a mouse crawling on the floor all over the house,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a)who is the first one to scream?&lt;br /&gt;b)and who is the one to jump is someones arms?&lt;br /&gt;c)Who would be the one to kill it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) sarah and lellel definitely. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;b) sarah? HAHA&lt;br /&gt;c) ME. hahahaha. no lah. idk. one of the guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Someones crying, who is it and what happened?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trudy! she prolly heard the song 'love song'. LOL! KIDDING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Who made pancakes in the morning and almost caught the house on fire?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Who gets sick of each other the fastest in the house?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prolly ben and nat. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Someones tanning on the roof who is it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben, sarah, trudy! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Who is the tallest in the house?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;ben&lt;/s&gt;  ME. DUH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is the shortest in the house?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hard to judge. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is the loudest?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. tough fight between sarah and lava. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is the clown?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nathaniel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is the most respectful?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ace! definitely! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is the one you go to talk to the most?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. i am not answering this. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is the one that always comes up with stupid ideas?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;me&lt;/s&gt; ALL OF THEM. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who's in bed first?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If someone woke everyone up with pots and pans who would it be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trudy. or lava. idk why. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is always dancing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lava! or ben randomly shaking his hips. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Someone has the same sweater as you, so you get mad at them and who is it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lellel! HAHAHAHA. IDK WHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You spilt ice all over the kitchen floor, who would be the one to slip on it first?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably me. ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-8019623325812421063?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/8019623325812421063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=8019623325812421063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/8019623325812421063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/8019623325812421063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/02/pick-8-random-friends-you-feel.html' title='big brother'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-7728844430009402257</id><published>2009-02-01T19:40:00.045+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:42:46.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>static</title><content type='html'>yo! i'm just waiting for my brother to get his psp downloads over with so we can go jog. HAHAHA. yes, you just read that off from liza rae ruedas' blog. :) i need to release endorphins okay. need to happy happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went to church today! sermon was hitting me like a gun in the popping move i'm trying to get kiwi to teach me. POPPING IS FRIKKIN AWESOME. before the end of the year, i will be able to do the gun popping move. like, seriously. i'll practice like heck. hahaha. ehem. anyway, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;WHY&lt;/i&gt; walk on water.&lt;br /&gt;why &lt;i&gt;WALK&lt;/i&gt; on water.&lt;br /&gt;why walk &lt;i&gt;ON&lt;/i&gt; water.&lt;br /&gt;why walk on &lt;i&gt;WA&lt;/i&gt;ter.&lt;br /&gt;why walk on wa&lt;i&gt;TER&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. i guess i'm on of those people who lip synchs christianity, and i shall work on singing things live from now on. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news... SO MANY PEOPLE COMMENTED ON MY OUTFIT TODAY OKAY. some said i was emo. some said biker chick. some said my shoes were frikkin cool. i agree with the last one! HAHA. i had like so many people comment on my shoes okay. i shall try to list them all. chinyi, denise, alex, ben mah, ben mah's dad (LOL!), miao miao(?), ace, lava, rachel, zach, josh, joel, jj, adriel. AND MANY MANY MORE. LOL. i was not emo okay. and i was not copying ezra's &lt;i&gt;fashion sense&lt;/i&gt;. my skirt just happened to be black and the only thing that matches my skirt and shoes was my black top. so there! :) and no. OMG. i am not a frikkin biker chick. like whatever. and yesyes, i want to step on something! your face can? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we had lunch at long john silvers. hmm. quite nice. LOL. nat kept saying he was hungry and wanted to order the biggest thing on the menu, but in the end he was full before he even finished his food. haha. then rachel has an issue with plastic knives. then sarah and her clam chowder dipping. hahaha. it was quite interesting. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then walked to sweet talk. thanks ace for the mocha ice blend double pearl. LOL.&amp;nbsp; it's been months since i had anything with coffee in it. LOL. then walked around in imm. blahblah. then went to the playground and thought about pranking someone over the intercom. HAHAHA. yes, there's something going on between me and pranks. haha. i just can't stop even though emily already prayed for me. :P but we didn't really get on with it anyway. we were all to chicken. hahahaa. jj was about to go to the customer service and i was supposed to pretend i was his sister or something and that we were looking for our brother, but i couldn't do my poker face! =/ i kept laughing especially when the dinasaur thing suddenly talked. hahahahaha. then the customer service people realized we were crowding around them and they started to stare at us, so we gave up on the idea of the prank. hahaha. at least i wouldn't feel guilty about that! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we were on the way to the bus stop, when everyone just started static-ing everyone else. it was quite funny. hahaha. me and eleanor were trying to &lt;i&gt;earth&lt;/i&gt; ourselves, but adriel kept &lt;i&gt;charging&lt;/i&gt; jj. it was hilarious. hahaha. then jj kept static-ing me, but then i couldn't feel anything anymore, but he just wouldn't stop it so i was like rubbing my arm on him screaming "seeee! no more already! quit it! get away from me!". HAHAHA. thinking about it, i prolly looked like an idiot screaming that in front of giant. hahahaha. then i wouldn't dare get anywhere near adriel. LOL. but still got pretty static-ed in the end. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i took 188 home. then blahblahblah. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-7728844430009402257?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7728844430009402257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=7728844430009402257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/7728844430009402257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/7728844430009402257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/02/static.html' title='static'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-503370530087518773</id><published>2009-01-31T22:36:00.045+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T23:30:32.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mahjong</title><content type='html'>hahahaha. i am so fascinated with mahjong right now. like seriously. it was like, the only thing i talked about. hahaha. anyway, was supposed to go to four parties today (wow! i feel so popular! LOL), but then i only ended up going to one. :( actually it wasn't really a party lah. more of like some chineses new year house visitation thing. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. woke up at like 8.00 then started to charge my ipod. then bathed. dress up. blahblah. then took a train to clementi. met herbert at school bus stop and &lt;b&gt;he was wearing a skirt&lt;/b&gt;! LOL! ok fine lah. it didn't really look like a skirt, we took surveys okay! hahaha. :P then met weijie while on the way to get breakfast. bought waffle and grace bought milk and sandwich. then met joel on the way back to the bus stop! hahaha. he was asking for donations for something, but i didn't give. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to clementi and met seong eun then we slacked at a void deck and found bernard while waiting for trudy, lellel and roqi. we were all like going, 'so boring' 'very boring' 'omg boring'. well i think you got my point. :) then trudy and lellel finally came and they didn't want to come over to us so we just stayed there, and when they finally decided to walk to us, we moved over to their place and just went in a circle. LOL. yes, we were that bored okay. sigh. had to wait for roqi for damn long. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he finally came down, we took a bus to wj's place. his house damn nice okay. like damn nice. haha. one day i'm gonna get a penthouse at some damn nice condo too! :D then crashed his room. ZOMG. he has like, more clothes than me okay. prolly more than most girls i know. hahaha. then... oooh. HAMSTER. hahaha. peanut is damn cute. hahahaha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then ate lunch. then played uno. haha. i won first! :D grace kept getting distracted by the hamster. haha. it reminds me of bolt! :D anyway, we waited for roqi 'till damn long and he just ended up sleeping. -.- so playplayplay. trudy lost! then the guys went to fetch william and.. HAHAHA. nothing. :) :) :) we didn't do anything! :D then when they came back, trudy was supposed to either chew william's food for him or feed him, but in the end she never do either one. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thenthenthen... we played mahjong! ZOMG. &lt;b&gt;I FRIKKIN PWN ALL OF YOU IN MAHJONG OKAY&lt;/b&gt;. HAHAHAHAHA. i know how to arrange the tiles (6 x 3 x 2! :D)&amp;nbsp; and differentiate the dragons, and bamboos, and dots and stuff now okay! and i know how to play already! i do not ask help from my opponents (unless trudy isn't around. HAHA) okay. :P me and lellel were supposed to play together, but it ended up with only me looking like such an idiot asking what to do for every turn and what to discard and what number is this, what sign is that. LOL. &lt;b&gt;but we won anyway&lt;/b&gt;! thanks to trudy &amp;amp; grace! :D then william was supposed to play next, but then i was too high from winning, so i forced him to go away. then i realized i had bad tiles, then i wanted to stop playing. LOL. :P but still played, but seong eun won. haha. after that we left cos i was supposed to go to the salley's party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew i wasn't able to make it on time, so i sent an apology sms to her instead. plus bought her a little cake thingie haha. :) thanks sarah for helping me buy the gifts btw. i owe ya one. and i owe you your christmas gift! LOL. i'm super sorry! been busy lately so u've got no time to shop. hahaha. i'll get you one before your birthday comes, i promise! LOL. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went to church after some stuff at clementi then had cell. idk why i was 'so emo' during cell and even after okay. stop asking me please! ZOMG. and LOL. i suddenly felt sorry for ben cos i hit him twice today! hahaha. sorry (if you ever even read this hahaha)! you were right. i was emoing. LOL. but i don't even know why! haha. aiya. nvm lah. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna go sleep now. still got church tomorrow. haha. goodnite! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"liza, you're the first person to do that on my couch"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw! i finally passed my nafa run for the very first time yesterday! BIG ACHIEVEMENT FOR ME OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;15:53 AND I SO DID NOT CHEAT. WAHAHAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;OMG. i sound so pathetic. byes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-503370530087518773?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/503370530087518773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=503370530087518773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/503370530087518773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/503370530087518773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/01/mahjong.html' title='mahjong'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-3858982233727421988</id><published>2009-01-28T22:11:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:23:55.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi jackass</title><content type='html'>yesyes. my homework is on blogger. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i get started on my regular post, let me just say something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;hi jackass. :) nice to know you're reading my blog. haha! i feel so famous now, like that time at west coast plaza, but nevermind. you probably don't know about that. anyway. i just wanted you to know that i know that you know. HAHAHAHA. okay, i'm talking rubbish now. but seriously. just back off. and no one gets a kiss on the face with my fist. comprende? :)&lt;/blockquote&gt;doesn't it feel so nice to finally get that feeling out of my chest? no? sigh. i know. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i was gonna post something like, really long today. but then.. i'm feeling sleepy and i still have to do homework sooo.. LOL!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-3858982233727421988?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/3858982233727421988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=3858982233727421988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/3858982233727421988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/3858982233727421988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi-jackass.html' title='hi jackass'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-8358868252601744143</id><published>2009-01-25T20:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:04:13.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>veggies</title><content type='html'>what did i do today? lemmie see. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to church today. Worship was powerful. haha. then for sermon, it was a bit relevant to like, stuff i'm facing right now. :) now, i just have to work on it. haha. after church was the usual walk around and hug and talk to people thing. ZOMG. they salleys' cookies are absolutely fantabulous! so pwns subway cookies man. hahaha. *hint*hint* hahahaha. :P then ace's dad wanted to meet me so i was like, okaaay. haha. a bit paiseh lah. i'm like, OMG. did i do anything wrong?!? haha. then he wanted to take my pic too! the only thing i was thinking about that time was, omgomgomg did they found out my criminal record?!? hahaha. like seriously. okay nevermind. i'm talking crap again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch with the yaps, salleys, sarah, kessler and adriel at subway imm. :) kessler was taking out the vegetables on his sandwhich and eleanor guilt-tripped him with the kids dying in africa talk. hahaha. then we dared him to return the vegetables to the counter and the people actually took it back! now i owe him 2 bucks. &amp;gt;: oh wells. sarah owes us a dollar! HAHAHA. you really shouldn't have made that bet, sarah. it's like almost impossible for ANYONE to eat at subway without dripping the sauces or anything. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, went shopping! haha. well sarah and adriel did.the rest all just window-shopped. ZOMG. adriel shops like a girl. worse even. he goes like, 'is this nice?' to almost every single shirt. haha. well it does look nice anyway. this guy's got choice. LOL! ZOMG. i tried on a super duper nice top at hang ten. damn nice okay. like seriously. but then no moolah that time sooo. &amp;gt;: hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home only at like, 4.30. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG. You know what, I just realized something from cell yesterday. it wasn't exactly  like the topic, but yeah. God has planned everything. Every single stupid  thing we do, God knows that we're gonna do it. But of course God already had a  better plan, it's just that it's up to us whether we're gonna get to that plan or  not. The super nice thing with God is that even if we do something stupid and his original super good plan goes wrong, he always has a back-up plan and uses it to teach us something. thanks for always being there for me and just being so frikkin awesome even though i was so frikkin stupid. my God is an awesome God! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-8358868252601744143?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/8358868252601744143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=8358868252601744143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/8358868252601744143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/8358868252601744143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/01/veggies.html' title='veggies'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-8475412840737799698</id><published>2009-01-24T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T23:27:13.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i just broke up with my non-existant boyfriend.</title><content type='html'>so i'm just waiting for my hair to dry. haha. i was like, freaking out earlier when i saw that my hair had a frikkin wave. so when i reached home, i rested for a while, then bathed, then used the treatment thingie + tonnes of conditioner then waiting for it to dry now. i don't wanna blowdry it, cos i'm scared it may damage it more. &amp;gt;: God, please don't let my hair go wavy again. please don't let my hair go wavy again. please don't let my hair go wavy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. i so didn't wear what i typed out i was gonna wear. hahaha. that is so me. i just wore my EMO shirt (i wonder why) and shorts and my strappy havaianas. haha. i so want the american eagle boyfriend jeans. i don't actually know why. haha. i just saw them on the website and was like, ZOMG i must have them! hahaha. yes that was so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's chinese new year and everyone's having a get together with their cousins and i'm jealous. &amp;gt;: i frikkin love my adorable little cousins, they are seriously effing awesome! i mean come on, we all know the adventures of super danica was a big hit on facebook, can i get an amen? :D ZOMG. i am so sadistic. haha. i bet my cousins are way better than yours they can fit in a realy big pail/bucket and roll on the floor! BEAT THAT. &amp;gt;:) plus they can so understand me okay, even when they're like 7-12 years old. i freaking love my cousins.they are seriously the awesomest! when my mom got me the skinnies i almost wanted to cry, but then i had no choice but to wear them the next day cos i had no other jeans. then my cousins went to my place then help me pick clothes to match the skinnies and i looked half-decent. ZOMG. i love them so frikkin much. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. enough with my little cousins rant. hmm. what else do i rant about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have so many things to do that i so far away from completing. like, cutting my hair/fringe. shopping for sarah and denise's lost christmas presents. &lt;i&gt;the leaf project&lt;/i&gt; (don't ask). getting over what just happened. fixing my room. fixing my corkboard. buying ink for the printer. scanning my com. chemistry homework. stealling someone's straightner to fix my hair. a lot lot lot of things. hahaha. oh well. better get started on most of stuff over the holidays! starting with the presents and getting over. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh lookie, i'm feeling sleepy now. just gonna say byebyes to people on msn, then goodnites! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-8475412840737799698?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/8475412840737799698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=8475412840737799698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/8475412840737799698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/8475412840737799698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-just-broke-up-with-my-non-existant.html' title='i just broke up with my non-existant boyfriend.'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-3448731317912546238</id><published>2009-01-24T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T14:07:20.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jason's Song</title><content type='html'>1. Put your iTunes/Napster/Zune Player/WinAmp/etc on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 10 or more friends who might enjoy doing this as well as the person you got it from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;Slipped Away - Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;Way Back Into Love - Hugh Grant &amp;amp; Haley Benett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;That's What You Get - Paramore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;Magic - Colbie Caillat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;Where Do I Go From Here - Relient K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;First Time - Hawk Nelson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?&lt;br /&gt;Let It All Out - Relient K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;8 Years Apart - Dave Days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;Heavily Broken - The Veronicas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;Face Down - The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Corrupted - Mcfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;Kayang Kaya Kaya? - Parokya ni Edgar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;Why - Busted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Phase - Breaking Benjamin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;No Air - Boyce Avenue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;Stolen - Dashboard Confessional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;Coyotes - Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;Bleed it Out - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;Riot Girl - Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;br /&gt;Paalam Na - M.Y.M.P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;br /&gt;Dance Hall Drug - Boys Like Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;br /&gt;Hold On - Jonas Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;br /&gt;Grenade Jumper - Fall Out Boy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;This Week The Trend - Relient K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;"The Take Over, The Breaks Over" - Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;Can't Take It - The All-American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Falling in Love - Mcfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;br /&gt;Bruises - Sugarcult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;The Show - Hawk Nelson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;Jason's Song - Hawk Nelson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged:&lt;br /&gt;1. Trudy&lt;br /&gt;2. Lellel&lt;br /&gt;3. Grace&lt;br /&gt;4. Chinyi&lt;br /&gt;5. Alex&lt;br /&gt;6. Leilani&lt;br /&gt;7. Syairah&lt;br /&gt;8. Lisa&lt;br /&gt;9. Nathaniel&lt;br /&gt;10. Janeen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-3448731317912546238?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/3448731317912546238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=3448731317912546238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/3448731317912546238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/3448731317912546238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/01/jasons-song.html' title='Jason&apos;s Song'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-3629506097954977287</id><published>2009-01-24T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T14:36:08.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omg. i am such an egghead.</title><content type='html'>you guys are prolly like all, woah! liza said 'omg'! my reply to that, bleurghh. that's pretty much my reply to everything this past couple of days. but i'm so not gonna elaborate on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i feel emo-ish, i listen to music that i don't normally listen to, like, jonas brothers! hahaha. i absolutely love them when i feel emo, cos they kind of make me laugh. HAHA. ok, fine. i won't be so mean anymore. :) but seriously. i absolutely love them when i'm emo-ing, then on normal days, i pretty much despise them. oh wells. other stuff i listen to is.. demi lovato, drake bell, ashley parker angel, mymp. now i can't decide what to listen to so i just put my itunes on shuffle. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. sec 3 life has been so bleurgh. i've got nothing to say, like seriously. some of the teachers quite cool lah. my top 3 fave teachers! #1 mr kenny! (that's the way uh-huh, uh-huh, i like it! uh-huh, uh-huh) #2 mr er! (you can pick the only sexy man!) #3 mr chua! (what?!? very ugly eh! do nicer) :D  yes. they rock like, yeah! hahaha. hmmm.. i realized that i don't hate pe that much. i dunno why. haha. yes, that was so random. haha. omg, i absolutely love english. aircon, comfy chairs, fun lesson, what more can you wish for? haha. as for chemistry, errr.. no comments. i don't want to say anything that would make people kill me, right waiyan? ;) school's pretty much fun, but &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; things happening in school not fun. yes, grace, let's go emo in a corner now. :( oh well, live moves on and. yeah. it moves on. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else do i blog about? hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. i have to go to cell soon. omg. i haven't prepared to go out yet. haha. i'll do that in a jippy. anyway, the cell's getting pretty big now. as in like, HUGE. we can barely fit in josh's house. last week there were like, 20+ people! =/ i think we need to multiply like, really soon. hahaha. i can't believe i'm saying this when last year i was like, so against multiplication! oh well. i think we have a reason now. haha. but before the cell can multiply, there has to be cell interns and we don't have them yet. &amp;gt;: and no emily. stop giving me that smile. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i'm gonna go bathe and prepare now. haha. i just realized that i'm having problems with picking stuff i wear recently. hahaha. oh well. i'm probably just gonna wear boyfriend jeans, the giordano singlet and my bright yellow cardigan to hide emoness! :D now i just have to figure out what shoes. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. lookie, 5mins just passed. byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-3629506097954977287?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/3629506097954977287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=3629506097954977287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/3629506097954977287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/3629506097954977287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/01/omg-i-am-such-egghead.html' title='omg. i am such an egghead.'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26554039.post-6710823577533214541</id><published>2009-01-20T05:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T05:47:50.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>extra rounds</title><content type='html'>hellloooooo! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now isn't liza hyper today? you should probably shut up, knowing you can't see the current state that i'm in. messed-up hair. pe shirt and shorts. maths book and file all over my desk. ipod wires looking like snakes everywhere. ZOMG. i'm such a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried sleeping early yesterday and wake up early today cos i was too lazy to wash my hair at night and had to be up suuuupaaahh early in the morning to have time to wash and dry my hair properly. haha. i succeeded on the waking early, but not so much on the sleeping early part. haha. i slept like,10++pm. haha. i was about to fall asleep when a certain someone smsed and i can't help but reply. see i'm so kind, i don't ignore people. :) HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finished doing the english and e maths homework and my parents aren't awake yet to make me breakfast. &amp;gt;: i need my breakkie cos we have pe today! and unlike horrible anorexic girls (ehem ehem), i eat brekkie so i wouldn't die. well i still die during pe anyway, but you get my point. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG. there's badminton today! i love love love badminton. hahahaha. suddenly got so into it now. i was damn hyper last training i tell you. LOL. run here, jump there. even did extra rounds on the stairs. haha. then played like nobody's business. haha. ZOMG. i can't wait for today's training. :) too bad i don't have anyone to go with me to botak jones like last thursday after cca. haha. botak jones damn nice okay. been craving for it like the whole week. haha. like last sunday i've been begging people to go have lunch at botak jones but oh wells. &amp;gt;: haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh! and i haven't blogged about yesterday and how i survived 4 periods of maths! hahaha. all thanks to nat lah. haha. if i wasn't smsing him that time, i sure confirm will die even before the first period will end. haha. so since i was smsing him during class, i was even more blur than usual. hahaha. i'm already like blur queen during a maths okay! haha. first i was giving out the a maths book to the wrong people. then there are times when i had totally no idea what the teaacher was talking about. then my paper kept flying away and for some reason, it made a lot of noise. THEN. ULTIMATE BLURDOM. i put my phone on the table. LOL! cosmy paper was flying again. then i realized i had my phone on the table, then i was just so stunned that i was that stupid. hahaha. good thing the teacher never caught me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. i've got no more to blog about now. i'm feeling frikkin sleepy again. sigh. mum just woke up and asked me why i'm online so early. i have a good excuse. HOMEWORK. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebyee. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26554039-6710823577533214541?l=ignite-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/feeds/6710823577533214541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26554039&amp;postID=6710823577533214541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/6710823577533214541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26554039/posts/default/6710823577533214541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignite-d.blogspot.com/2009/01/extra-rounds.html' title='extra rounds'/><author><name>thegurlhudied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611968819423130382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h16/kyla_236/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
