<?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-5551406241122125415</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:27:15.558+08:00</updated><category term='Colorado River'/><category term='Wait'/><category term='what&apos;s that girl&apos;s name again?'/><category term='u'/><category term='if you want to know more on it:)'/><category term='CLICK on the hyperlinked word'/><title type='text'>it is a new life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-2908430528612354421</id><published>2009-10-08T16:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T16:30:21.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updateee (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;, so I was dead for ages....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I'm updating thanks to WANG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ZHUOJING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Anyways, I got this freaky call from +18774273368&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Like who the hell is this person? When I picked up the phone, the caller just disconnected. When I tried to call back the person, this message came, saying that if I call this person from outside the United States, I'll be charged as per as the international calling system &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thinggi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; or something like that. And so today, I googled this number. Turns out that there are OTHER people who got calls from this mysterious number. And they all were missed calls. And the same message. And the same no more replies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;So what is this thing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;, so I'll google out on which country's calling code this is in the first place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I can't find it. But could be from the United States....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;What if it's ROBERT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;PATTINSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;??? Telling me that he wants to marry me???? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Okay, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nevermind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;. Like what the heck? Anyways, today's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;EOY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;. I mean, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;EOY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; commences today for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Dunman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;. And, my ticket's booked for 24 October. Leaving in about 2 weeks. For India of course. Flying Air India.  But I'm worried that my flight might get canceled. 'Cos recently, there was this strike amongst the pilots of Air India because of which the canceled numerous flights.... Hope that does not happen to ME...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;And I'm freaked out by the extent of natural disasters taking place in the 21st century. Truly, it is the century of DOOM. I mean, last year, the Twin Tragedies (Myanmar's cyclone and Sichuan Quake) and now this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Typhoon in Japan, 8.1 magnitude earthquake in Vanuatu, terrible floods in the Philippines(Hope Jazztine's house is okay). I think I might have missed out something. Oh ya, the tsunami in Sumatra(again) and the predicted Tsunami in Vanuatu and South Pacific nations....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;God bless them.... I hope that the affected ones will be strong and learn to overcome this disasters... Life's all about picking yourself up when you fall.... SO PICK YOURSELF UP NOW!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Hope to blog soon. And your kind tags shalt be replied (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-2908430528612354421?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/2908430528612354421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=2908430528612354421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/2908430528612354421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/2908430528612354421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/10/updateee.html' title='Updateee (:'/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-2717407727261475707</id><published>2009-07-28T19:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T19:22:33.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bHQ9MTI*ODc4MDA2MTk2OCZwdD*xMjQ4NzgwMTU2MjUwJnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmb2Y9MA==.gif" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s11.photobucket.com/albums/a178/suzchia/Memories/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00226Small.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a178/suzchia/Memories/DSC00226Small.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-2717407727261475707?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/2717407727261475707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=2717407727261475707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/2717407727261475707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/2717407727261475707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/07/photobucket.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a178/suzchia/Memories/th_DSC00226Small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-4733716989973441475</id><published>2009-07-28T19:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T19:19:57.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG!!!! THIS IS AWESOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;http://s11.photobucket.com/albums/a178/suzchia/Memories/?albumview=slideshow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-4733716989973441475?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/4733716989973441475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=4733716989973441475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/4733716989973441475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/4733716989973441475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/07/omg-this-is-awesome-https11.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-3827459338751590624</id><published>2009-07-25T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T20:40:26.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so the last one. Yeah. Supposedly, I was to leave Min's house half an hour before the time I actually left. And her mommy wasn't there! So, yea. Whoa, Min's house was awesome! I seriously LOVED the interior design! Pretty much like the Cullens' taste, pale-on-pale scheme. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good heavy breakfast. Um, not really. Just 2 sandwiches- one cheese and a mayo&amp;egg. Well, it was really... Heavy? 'Cos I didn't feel hungry for lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was... half great. Which equals to half pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother tongue lessons were actually in the morning. WHILST I WAS AT MIN'S HOUSE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know that. Hence. I went there in the afternoon. Only to find the gate locked. After confirming with a friend, I was so pai-seh. 'Cos I didn't attend the previous week's lesson. So I didn't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the stupid school could at least EMAIL MY DADDY??? Or even me!! 'Cos they DO have my email somewhere in their darn database. So irresponsible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasted my damn time man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-3827459338751590624?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/3827459338751590624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=3827459338751590624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/3827459338751590624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/3827459338751590624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/07/ok-so-last-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-7110738629229174811</id><published>2009-07-25T12:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T12:26:33.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hey people. I know I have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;DEAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;recently. So yea, posting from Min Qi's house. Initially, the intention was to do the adpatation. But seems that we are slacking now! She's secretly playing some games in Miniclips while I'm playing her hp games. Her mum's gonna come soon! So I'm leaving !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Recently I'm addicted to Princess Diaries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;That was random!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ciao.!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-7110738629229174811?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/7110738629229174811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=7110738629229174811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/7110738629229174811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/7110738629229174811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-1274846611215242185</id><published>2009-06-27T08:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T18:16:50.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yo people! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is from the beautiful Vietnam!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tells ya, Vietnam really rocks!! Right now, I'm at my hotel in Ho Chi Minh City alias Saigon. I mean, it used to e called Saigon until the communists took over. Yep, the English Compre about the Vietnamese War we had(1B). Yesterday &amp;amp;the day before, I was at Vung Tao City, which is a resort city 126km south of Saigon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;ITS AWESOME!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beaches!! Wow!! Plus, my room was sea-facing! Which perks up the awesome-ness!!! Swam there until I am kinda tan. Ugh, everytime I go abroad, I will tan!! Oh well nevermind. Went down the tunnel used by the guerrillas during the America vs. Vietnam War. That was in Cuchi, Saigon. That was awesome!!! I took lots &amp;amp;lots of pics!! Till my battery was over! Siao Zhabor me. Climbed up the tanks, went in the tunnes, awesome. Ok, let's get this organised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day #1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arrived in Ho Chi Minh City. Got late to get ou of the airport 'cos of the visas &amp;amp;crap. There was a problem in S'pore airport too, w&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-1274846611215242185?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/1274846611215242185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=1274846611215242185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/1274846611215242185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/1274846611215242185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/06/yo-people-this-is-from-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-5342818267018183381</id><published>2009-06-23T18:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T18:50:08.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Woots. This is the laaaaast post before I go to Vietnam. or "Vetnam" as my bro says it. Kinda cool. Ok, I know its DAMN late, since school starts NEXT WEEK!!! But nevertheless, my hols are gonna start tomorrow, so, CHEERS, &amp;amp;HAPPY HOLIdAYS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Yesterday got a lot of scolding 'cos I broke my mum's stupid mirror 'cos of my anger. I don't blaotme myself completely. She was a big fat lazy bum. Doing nothing to stop the bowl from rolling again &amp;amp;again &amp;amp;again. On top of that she BLAMED ME??? WTF. Got fking angry &amp;amp;snatched her mirror. I intended to throw it to the side of the damn bed, but it bounced off &amp;amp;fell in the floor. Now there's a huge "scar" on the mirror. After my dad scolded the two of us(yeah, he's the reffery), I walked back to my room. Secretly, I was happy that the mirror fell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;NOW MY MUM'S REFLECTION WILL BE SCARRED!!! Woots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ok, I know I am evil. But not always. I can be an angel. When I wanna be one. Which is very rare. Did I mention I randomly bought a brand new Olympus digital camera &amp;amp;a Sony Handycam? They are kinda cool. &amp;amp;Cheap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ok, buh-bye!!! :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-5342818267018183381?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/5342818267018183381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=5342818267018183381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/5342818267018183381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/5342818267018183381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/06/woots.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-4696307254875510403</id><published>2009-06-22T19:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T20:17:50.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Ok, being lame here. Nothing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Calling for all interested parties wanna watch DRAG ME TO HELL. Sounds scary by the was Pooranee described it, its DAMN SCARY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;So far, there's Zoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Hmph, talking to Aikanshi. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;OMG!!!!! I see myself in the CKPS WEBBY!!! (SCREAMS!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Mum just chided me for that. Stupid me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;OMG, its so freaking cool! Looks like me when I was hosting for the DeepaRaya Concert 2008!!! OMG, so many pics!!! That's like so damn cool! I am like so gonna save them &amp;amp;upload to FB!!! Ok, I'll puy my pretty(yeah, right) face here!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/BIDISH%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-7.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/Sj90wPm7FfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/suynCPHgiPc/s1600-h/Sharizal+%26me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/Sj90wPm7FfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/suynCPHgiPc/s320/Sharizal+%26me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350123254511769074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Ok, I look like an official RETARD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Talking to Alexia on FB now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-4696307254875510403?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/4696307254875510403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=4696307254875510403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/4696307254875510403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/4696307254875510403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/06/yo.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/Sj90wPm7FfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/suynCPHgiPc/s72-c/Sharizal+%26me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-5884443566836951112</id><published>2009-06-20T15:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T15:20:26.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Drag me to hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;After Pooranee's comments, I like so wanna watch it with my friends. Sounds scary from the way she said it.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Or is she? Aaarh, forget it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-5884443566836951112?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/5884443566836951112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=5884443566836951112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/5884443566836951112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/5884443566836951112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/06/drag-me-to-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-5197887574315052158</id><published>2009-06-19T13:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T13:23:37.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SjsglHSUyaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/KBfg0L2TCdk/s1600-h/DSC00259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SjsglHSUyaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/KBfg0L2TCdk/s320/DSC00259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348904804415752610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Ok!!! I forgot all about going to Singapore River with Groupiies!! That was like so last week! Gosh. There's 44 cases of H1N1 in India(I care about other countries like Singapore,OK???)! Oh whatever. Here's the pics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SjsdGBTcYeI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/p5slxKPiFOc/s1600-h/DSC00230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SjsdGBTcYeI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/p5slxKPiFOc/s320/DSC00230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348900971699003874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Min took this one. I remember this place stank like HELL! Must have been the dead fishes :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-5197887574315052158?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/5197887574315052158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=5197887574315052158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/5197887574315052158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/5197887574315052158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/06/ok-i-forgot-all-about-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SjsglHSUyaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/KBfg0L2TCdk/s72-c/DSC00259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-7641742002977072098</id><published>2009-06-18T12:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T14:02:01.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;This is so freaking annoying. Entertaining a four-year-old bro. With freaky lame games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Plus, he is even more muddled-headed than me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;**Pat Pat** He can carry on my muddle-headedness lineage. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I mean, in a game, no matter how freaking lame it is, you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have &lt;/span&gt;to cross the levels to get into higher levels, right? But my bro,... So smart(sarcasm, duh). He wants to directly go to the last few levels.... Without even doing the basic ones! What the...? Now that he is not getting that, he is crying like a new born baby. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a drama mama. Just like sis.&lt;br /&gt;**Pat Pat** He can carry on my drama mama lineage. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he someone(especially me) scolds him,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) First of all, make the eyes bigger, makes him look so angelic&lt;br /&gt;2) Blink once.&lt;br /&gt;3)Puppy dog face&lt;br /&gt;4) If you still carry on scolding him or whatsoever, cry as loud as possible&lt;br /&gt;5) Tears streaming down, little.&lt;br /&gt;6) Gutters of tears. It is as if the rain gutters came flowing down(extract from MC's English phrases, 2008)&lt;br /&gt;7) Call for MUMMY&lt;br /&gt;8) He's gnna make you hug him &amp;amp;say sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does he get all these? Watch too much of drama shows? May be... May be its that DORA THE EXPLORER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken the toll after all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, in DORA THE EXPLORER, someone is ALWAYS in trouble. &amp;amp;Dora must always save him or her. Or it. 'Cos most of the characters are animals. Then she &amp;amp;that monkey pet(who would want a monkey for a pet???), what's the monkey's name again? Er, Boots(what a name), yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of them will be like , "Oh no, we have to rescue them! &amp;amp;FAST!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro watched it so many times....(Why doesn't he get bored to hell by the same old stuff?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday he was babbling about pulling my dad's hair of him(poor dad). Then he realised that my dad's at office(duh?). He was like: Oh no, the daddy is in trouble!! OH NO! We have to rescue the daddy! &amp;amp;FAST"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess he watched too much of MICKEY MOUSE CLUBHOUSE(a new episode is always celebrated with much pomp. 'Cos they show the same stuff 5 times a day. So are other playhouse Disney shows. Handy Manny arh, what not arh. Until my bro memorised all the dialogues in the show) too. 'Cos  in MICKEY MOUSE CLUBHOUSE also, someone is always in trouble, &amp;amp;Mickey Mouse must ALWAYS MUST SAVE him or her. Or it. 'Cos all the characters are animals. &amp;amp;he must get those Mouse-ka-tools(Oh TOODLES!!!) from the Mouse-ka-doer. Then there's a stupid song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mouse-ka hey, Mouse-ka hi, Mouse-ka ho. Mouse-ka re Mouse-ka set HERE WE GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya that crap rhyme. He was like, "Come on, let's get the Mouse-ka-tools from the Mouse-ka-doer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Lazy to type more.... :S&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/5551406241122125415-7641742002977072098?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/7641742002977072098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=7641742002977072098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/7641742002977072098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/7641742002977072098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/06/ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-5089268223112155011</id><published>2009-06-17T19:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T13:52:54.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;**Sighs**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;It seems I can't stand being away from this little baby of mines..... LOL. Just read Laksa's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; blog (Er, Alexia's blog. Sorry if I am going overboard with the "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Laksa" name. Just tell me when you can't take it any longer! XD) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;She has a crush on her hairdresser???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Ok, that's crap. I feel knda awkward. 'Cos so many of my friends are like visiting the salon or hair dressers' or whatsoever larh! Er, &amp;amp;when did I last step foot into the local hairdressers'? Um, let me calculate. It was when I got my last haircut. Which was like when? Oh, yeah, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;last year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;. Yeah, yeah, I know. When I cut it like damn short. Don't ask me why. It was random. Totally. One moment, I was like reading a magazine. &amp;amp;ther other, I was telling my mum I wanted a haircut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Random Reason, yeah, that's me. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Then I cut it damn short. Seriously, Damn Short. I fell in hatred with what the hairdresser did. I LOOKED LIKE A BOY WITH THAT FREAKY HAIRDO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Ok, so I requested for a layer &amp;amp;step cut. Considering the fact the fact that my hair was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;already &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;quite short(I cut it then for random reasons. My hair was freaking long. Went to New Delhi, cut it twice, still longer than what I have now), I don't really blame the poor styler. BUT I JUST REQUESTED A STYLING, NOT TRIMMING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Oh well, who cares. My hair is long enough to get into those freakiing knots. &amp;amp;long enough to get unmanagable. But what the heck, there's the BRAND NEW(er, not really) SUNSILK SMOOTH &amp;amp;MANAGABLE which smells GREAT! Seriously. I mean the day before SYF, Sangeetha was playing a fool with my hair. &amp;amp;she was like, "You use that pink color Sunsilk shampoo, don't cha?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I was like: Hell Yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Even Shabana Banana uses SUNSILK SMOOTH &amp;amp;MANAGABLE. We both say it rocks. &amp;amp;my hair ain't that unmanagable now. Woots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;My point? Er, nothing much. Except that my HAIR DESERVES TO BE SPOILT AS MUCH AS OTHER PEOPLE'S HAIR DOES. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Yeah, try telling that to my parents. &amp;amp;they will start a long, boring, stupid LECTURE on ethics &amp;amp;crap about not being materialistic. Hello? That's life. Which rocks in that sense. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-5089268223112155011?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/5089268223112155011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=5089268223112155011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/5089268223112155011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/5089268223112155011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/06/sighs-bloger-alexias-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-1416364194239832406</id><published>2009-06-16T17:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T17:30:47.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Ok, couldn't stop blogging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Yeah, so since I'm single, I should be Mademoiselle Bidisha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Ok, so we all know what's Je t'aime, right? The Spanish for that is Te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;And Yeah, remember, Bop To The Top from HSM1? There was one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;suave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;? That means smooth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Er, I think I'm done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Love you all. Only as a SISTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-1416364194239832406?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/1416364194239832406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=1416364194239832406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/1416364194239832406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/1416364194239832406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/06/ok-couldnt-stop-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-5222450978940250560</id><published>2009-06-16T16:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T17:12:42.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Hey People! So I guess I was wrong about not posting anymore before going to Vietnam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;, I'm online on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; now. Talking to Alisha. Here's the conversation.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="self"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bidisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;hey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;4:08pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=530385928"&gt;Alisha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;hey! &lt;span class="emote_text"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emote_img" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/blank.gif" style="background: transparent url(http://b.static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/sprite/MegaSprite_5004_ltr.png?8:167109) no-repeat scroll -590px -84px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" alt="=)" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;4:09pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bidisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;exlain&lt;/span&gt; 2 u now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;4:09pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=530385928"&gt;Alisha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;. okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;4:09pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bidisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;er, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;brb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;4:11pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Bidisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" id="msg_530385928_711687306" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, back&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" id="msg_530385928_3707678470" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;&lt;span class="emote_text"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emote_img" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/blank.gif" style="background: transparent url(http://b.static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/sprite/MegaSprite_5004_ltr.png?8:167109) no-repeat scroll -638px -84px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" alt=":D" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;4:11pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=530385928"&gt;Alisha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;okay. &lt;span class="emote_text"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emote_img" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/blank.gif" style="background: transparent url(http://b.static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/sprite/MegaSprite_5004_ltr.png?8:167109) no-repeat scroll -590px -84px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" alt="=)" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;4:11pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Bidisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" id="msg_530385928_1827804233" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;so&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" id="msg_530385928_554622217" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;u go to the blogger.com/home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ryt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;4:12pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=530385928"&gt;Alisha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;okay...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;4:12pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Bidisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" id="msg_530385928_3513126497" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;&amp;amp;u see a layout button or template button&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" id="msg_530385928_4219457710" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;4:12pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=530385928"&gt;Alisha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;yups.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;4:12pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Bidisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" id="msg_530385928_3643433605" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, so click the layout button&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;4:13pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=530385928"&gt;Alisha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;4:13pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Bidisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" id="msg_530385928_4065848315" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;u see the edit html button?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" id="msg_530385928_1047877400" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;click there&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;4:13pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=530385928"&gt;Alisha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;yups..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;4:13pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Bidisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" id="msg_530385928_4006006036" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, so go all the way down &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" id="msg_530385928_4007526654" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;scroll&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;4:14pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=530385928"&gt;Alisha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;yess&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;4:14pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Bidisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" id="msg_530385928_2874823563" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;u see the revert to classic button?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;4:14pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=530385928"&gt;Alisha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;yups.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;4:14pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Bidisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" id="msg_530385928_1771376617" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;click that&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" id="msg_530385928_2836153242" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;&amp;amp;u r done&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" id="msg_530385928_3367938123" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;oh, &amp;amp; do get a chat box&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" id="msg_530385928_3192076933" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;&lt;span class="emote_text"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emote_img" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/blank.gif" style="background: transparent url(http://b.static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/sprite/MegaSprite_5004_ltr.png?8:167109) no-repeat scroll -638px -84px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" alt=":D" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" id="msg_530385928_601991635" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;i can help u get one&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;4:15pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=530385928"&gt;Alisha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;oooh&lt;/span&gt;, thanks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;4:15pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Bidisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" id="msg_530385928_1584800389" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;so, u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;wnna&lt;/span&gt; change &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; skin, is it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;4:15pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=530385928"&gt;Alisha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; try to do that on my own.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;4:15pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Bidisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" id="msg_530385928_1888790451" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;4:15pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=530385928"&gt;Alisha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;but, thank you so much. &lt;span class="emote_text"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emote_img" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/blank.gif" style="background: transparent url(http://b.static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/sprite/MegaSprite_5004_ltr.png?8:167109) no-repeat scroll -638px -84px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" alt="=D" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;4:15pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Bidisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" id="msg_530385928_1191604136" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;ttell&lt;/span&gt; u, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" id="msg_530385928_2375089388" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;whn&lt;/span&gt; u get the desired skin, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;rmbr&lt;/span&gt; to erase &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;evrythng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" id="msg_530385928_2359306265" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;in the edit html.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;4:16pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=530385928"&gt;Alisha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;ookays&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;4:16pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Bidisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" id="msg_530385928_2479701100" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;so, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; get u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;cbox&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;4:16pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=530385928"&gt;Alisha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;yes, please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;4:16pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Bidisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" id="msg_530385928_1684305607" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" id="msg_530385928_3560574908" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;what color u want?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;4:17pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=530385928"&gt;Alisha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;blue...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;4:17pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Bidisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" id="msg_530385928_3326141514" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;okies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" id="msg_530385928_3435361251" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;&lt;span class="emote_text"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emote_img" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/blank.gif" style="background: transparent url(http://b.static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/sprite/MegaSprite_5004_ltr.png?8:167109) no-repeat scroll -638px -84px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" alt=":D" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;4:18pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Bidisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" id="msg_530385928_1380512041" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;um&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;4:18pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=530385928"&gt;Alisha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;4:18pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Bidisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" id="msg_530385928_2386969179" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;what password &amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;usrname&lt;/span&gt; u want?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;4:19pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=530385928"&gt;Alisha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;err, can i ask &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;frist&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;where are you getting the c box from?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;4:19pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Bidisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" id="msg_530385928_4240020304" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;go to this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;webby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" id="msg_530385928_569182238" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;cbox&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;ws&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" id="msg_530385928_607623905" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;u can get it done &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;thre&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;4:19pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=530385928"&gt;Alisha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;ooh, thanks. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; try that on my own too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;but, thank you so much, seriously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;4:20pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;Bidisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" id="msg_530385928_371455756" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" id="msg_530385928_930986733" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;nps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" id="msg_530385928_2302037115" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;&lt;span class="emote_text"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emote_img" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/blank.gif" style="background: transparent url(http://b.static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/sprite/MegaSprite_5004_ltr.png?8:167109) no-repeat scroll -638px -84px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" alt=":D" /&gt; &lt;span class="emote_text"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emote_img" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/blank.gif" style="background: transparent url(http://b.static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/sprite/MegaSprite_5004_ltr.png?8:167109) no-repeat scroll -638px -84px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" alt=":D" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;4:20pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=530385928"&gt;Alisha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;x) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;lols&lt;/span&gt;. have fun on your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;hildays&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;*holidays&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;4:21pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;Bidisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" id="msg_530385928_3931502832" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;i have no hols!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" id="msg_530385928_3443642433" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;eithr&lt;/span&gt; its a huge project&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;4:21pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=530385928"&gt;Alisha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. why?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;4:21pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;Bidisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" id="msg_530385928_1691547914" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;or major h/w for EACH subj&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" id="msg_530385928_517698971" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;or just go to sch&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;4:21pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=530385928"&gt;Alisha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;same, i have dozens of homework. &lt;span class="emote_text"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emote_img" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/blank.gif" style="background: transparent url(http://b.static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/sprite/MegaSprite_5004_ltr.png?8:167109) no-repeat scroll -622px -84px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" alt="=P" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;4:22pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;Bidisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" id="msg_530385928_888420963" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;SECONDARY SCHOOL!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" id="msg_530385928_1747313569" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;happy doing!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;4:23pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=530385928"&gt;Alisha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;you too! &lt;span class="emote_text"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emote_img" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/blank.gif" style="background: transparent url(http://b.static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/sprite/MegaSprite_5004_ltr.png?8:167109) no-repeat scroll -638px -84px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" alt="=D" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;, That was sweet:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;It was my pleasure helping Alisha. I remember her being a sweet girl in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;CKPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;. Er, let's see who else is online??? Not exactly the people I wanna talk to. I mean talk to desperately. Er, Whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;No one to prattle with on the phone too... The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;usuals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; with whom I prattle with are Min &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;Qi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;(aka. Min), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;Maisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;(aka. Miss Universe) &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;Asha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;(aka. Ash). Well, Min is out or a Red Cross camp(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;StageArts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Drama rocks!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;Maisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &amp;amp;Ash are in their hometown. Which happens to be the SAME. &amp;amp;I'm pretty much sure that they are meeting up &amp;amp;prattling. Ugh. They're gonna pay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Recently, I am trying to learn basic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;conversable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; French &amp;amp;Spanish. I like totally adore the French &amp;amp;Spanish Culture. Japanese Culture rocks too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;Kawaii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;Mmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;, talk about Japanese Movie Stars. I mean guy ones. I am like so not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;les&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I just love the French tongue! Not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;, though. I am referring to Le &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82"&gt;Français&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;. Which is the Official Language of France. &amp;amp;I just love Versailles &amp;amp;Paris. Not to mention Eleanor Of A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;quitaine. She rules! I mean ruled. 'Cos she was from the medival times. Yeah, the knights &amp;amp;all. Though I have to admit she is knda promiscuous. She like gave birth to 10 kids? WTF? She was the Duchess of Aquitaine upon her father's death. Queen of France upon her marriage to King Louis VII. Queen Of England upon her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; marriage to King Henry. Yeah. Excpet, I got a question. Why the heck is most the French Kings' name like LOUIS? I mean, the last King(French Revolution ended French Monarchy) was called His Royal Highness King Louis XVI. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&amp;amp;What the hell is XVI in loose English? Er, let me check. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;16. &amp;amp;Dude, that's only for 1 House. Which is Dynasty. WHAT'S SERIOUSLY WITH THE NAME LOUIS??? Ok, here's a fact. Even in the Spanish history, there was a figure called Eleanor Of Castille. Though my favourite would be Queen Isabella(Isabella Swan: Twilight) Of Castille. Yeah, I know she was the one who started the Spanish Inquisition, mascarred dozens of innocent Jews(HITLER!!), drove the Moors(Muslims) away, started the Reconquista. But hey, look, she was the one who sponsored Christopher Columbus's voyages which led to the discovery of America. Doesn't that rock? I mean, Nobody's Perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know, I am a HISTORY FREAK. Happy? Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-5222450978940250560?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/5222450978940250560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=5222450978940250560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/5222450978940250560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/5222450978940250560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-people-so-i-guess-i-was-wrong-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-7377326701745802935</id><published>2009-06-12T17:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T17:36:48.259+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='u'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Rules: Use the 1st letter of your name to answer each of the following. They MUST be real places, names, things ... NOTHING made up! If you can't think of anything, skip it.Try to use different answers if the person in front of you had the same 1st initial.And remember - you CAN'T use your name for the boy/girl name question..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Name: Bidisha&lt;br /&gt;Famous Artist/Band/Musician: Boys like Girls&lt;br /&gt;A song: Bring It All Back&lt;br /&gt;4 letter word: Bang&lt;br /&gt;Color: Black&lt;br /&gt;Gifts/present: Bag&lt;br /&gt;Vehicle: Bike, a cool one.&lt;br /&gt;Animal: Big Foot&lt;br /&gt;TV Show: Big Foot Mystery&lt;br /&gt;Location: Bangkok&lt;br /&gt;Boy Name: Ben&lt;br /&gt;Girl Name: Bernice&lt;br /&gt;Drink: Berry Juice&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: Bus Driver&lt;br /&gt;Sport : Basketball&lt;br /&gt;Flower: Bougainvillea&lt;br /&gt;Celebrity: Bipasha Basu&lt;br /&gt;Food: Balinese Fish&lt;br /&gt;Something found in a kitchen: Basin&lt;br /&gt;Reason for Being late : Bus was Late&lt;br /&gt;Cartoon Character: Bugs Bunny&lt;br /&gt;Something You Shout: Bloody Hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-7377326701745802935?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/7377326701745802935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=7377326701745802935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/7377326701745802935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/7377326701745802935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/06/rules-use-1st-letter-of-your-name-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-8763435025259157907</id><published>2009-06-12T11:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T12:06:07.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Hey Guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Yesterday was DAMN weird. It was the...well, both BEST &amp;amp;WORST day of my life. I finally heard what I wanted to. But not in the manner I wanted. I'm not gnna go into this 'cos this is way too personal. All I can say is.... I don't like being a part of all this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Ok, back to the bubbly me. Haha, that's how I am describing myself as. Well, at least since Miss Fedora Teong called me bubbly in my report book. LOL. I know I am posting like after ages. Way too busy now. I am trying to avoid being online. 'Cos of way too personal reasons. I think Zakirah &amp;amp;Jazztine knda know about it. DON'T TELL ANYONE, PLEASE. I think Maisha too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Haha, travelling to Vietnam. Er, flight's on 24 June, 7 +am. So, I won't be able to post before my flight, like I did before going to New Delhi last year. But, if I get the chance to use those computers in the Changi Airport, then I'll post larh. Or may be, if there's an internet cafe somewhere in the hotel in Vietnam, I will post. Happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aiyo, so distracted, me. Going from 24 June to 28 June. Ya, I know, thats like the last day of the June hols. But going to Vietnam was a last minute decision by my parents. LOL. Yeah, so its Singapore Airlines. Hope its not SQ25, kena infected with Influenza A. Wait, let me check my flight number. Wait arh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;It's SQ172 to Ho Chi Minh City &amp;amp; SQ171 back to Singapore City. Heng. Lucky. NO SQ25. I am safe!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Ok, that's lame, since SQ25 has alredy been disinfected, I think. Or so they say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;But, just now, my dad called up  &amp;amp; asked me to reconsider the decision of travelling to Ho Chi Minh City. 'Cos now Influenza A is spreading. What if it suddenly spreads to Vietnam, whilst we are there? Die liao. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Plus, first case of Influenza A in Singapore was from Simei, WHERE I GODDAMN LIVE. &amp;amp;I just realised, there's 14 cases in India. WTF, I am checking the chanelnews asia right now. There's 17 cases of Influenza A in Singapore??? WTF. Freak, Patient number 16 is from India. It's not that I am nationalist(i think I knda am :S), or I don't care about the cases in Singapore or else where, but, you know...You country, being your own country...The feeling's different. Way different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;What's worse, 4 of the 14 cases in India is from.... MUMMY!!!!! New Delhi.... I am like, WTDF??? Ok, D stands for damn. You know the rest... Ok, this is getting long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Buh-bye. Oh, &amp;amp;this may be the last post before I go to Vietnam. Chào chị!!! Er, that's bye in Tieng Viet, the Official Vietnaese Language. :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-8763435025259157907?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/8763435025259157907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=8763435025259157907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/8763435025259157907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/8763435025259157907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-8506826001843114393</id><published>2009-06-07T18:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T18:37:33.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Hey Guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I know that I didn't post for like ages. Sorry, but my presence here's gnna be tight. 'Cos I am banned from the laptop, unless for school work. Long story how. So thats all I gotta say. YuKee, did you add the new blog's URL? I think that's why it didn't work...Hmmm....Try larh. If I have time, will get back to you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Jonathan, thanks to us pulling the earpiece on Sports Day while acting like freaks(Jai Ho-o-o-o-o), the earpiece got spoilt. Next time, the BOTH of us wanna hear Jai Ho, I Want It All, or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; song, please &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;do not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; use my li'l earpiece. You're lucky my W910i is younger than a year. So I could use my warranty card &amp;amp;get a new earpiece(music addiction for me). Or else, YOU would have sponsored me a new ear piece. $$Cha-Ching$$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Don't really blame you, Jonathan. This earpiece thinngi got spoilt before too. &amp;amp;I got a new one, thanks to my warranty card. IDK how many times I went to the Sony Erricson outlet to repair my W910i. That's why I need the BARND NEW W705!!!! It rocks!!! But must be expensive. But what the heck, I am filthy stinking rich enough to afford tons of them. Just that my parents think its "unethical" to change handphone models to keep up to date with the 21st century.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Oh well, this is getting longer than I had expected. Alvida Amigos. God knows when I am gonna blog again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-8506826001843114393?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/8506826001843114393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=8506826001843114393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/8506826001843114393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/8506826001843114393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-guys-i-know-that-i-didnt-post-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-3811413083148104212</id><published>2009-05-27T15:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T15:33:31.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Ok, gtta keep this one damn short. Turns out that I DID NOT fail/flunk my Geog MYE. Yesss! Love, you my beloved marker, you rock. However, you would've sucked had you failed me. But,... Yes, pros &amp;amp;cons, gtta keep them in mind too. I didnt get my usual A1. Just an A2. SCREAMS! Ok, now you suck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Ok, enough already. gtta go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-3811413083148104212?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/3811413083148104212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=3811413083148104212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/3811413083148104212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/3811413083148104212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/05/ok-gtta-keep-this-one-damn-short.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-8838682155199171252</id><published>2009-05-25T17:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T17:46:51.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Hey guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Well, today was the day I knda dreaded for a whole semester. D&amp;amp;T day. We're officially quitting Home Econ for D&amp;amp;T. the other half of the class said that D&amp;amp;T sucks like hell. The teacher, the learning, everything!!! So naturally, I'd follow my D&amp;amp;T friends &amp;amp;hate it too larh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;So you basically get the picture, D&amp;amp;T horror. We like know that the teacher is so damn strict. 'Cos once the ex-D&amp;amp;T pupils were like a little late. So they got detention! What the freak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Tip to myself: NEVER, ever be late to Mr Chern's D&amp;amp;T classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Other than that, I know none of his "tortures" or so the ex-D&amp;amp;T pupils would call it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Yeah, he indeed is strict. Today he told  us his core rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;CPR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Yeah, I was like What The Hell? What the damn hell is CPR? Is it the mouth to mouth thinggi done to resuscitate drowners??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Actually, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Consideration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Punctuality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Respectlful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Total, typical Mrs Wee(CKPS'08 principal) knda values crap. I remember she always craps about PRIDE. So much exaggeration. Damn her. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Other than that, he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;seemed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ok. He was like: Who wants to be the new D&amp;amp;T rep? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I was like: MEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp;So it is. Me. New D&amp;amp;T rep. Responsible sia. Haha. Me? Responsible? You gtta be kiddin' me! Ok larh. Try. See how. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Got D&amp;amp;T homework already. So gotta go. Byes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;PS, guys &amp;amp;girls, forgive me for my random, freaky retarded: Hey ...(your name)..., watcha doin??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;That is like so whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-8838682155199171252?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/8838682155199171252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=8838682155199171252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/8838682155199171252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/8838682155199171252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-guys-well-today-was-day-i-knda.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-6766543241841274921</id><published>2009-05-23T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T20:41:48.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;WHAT THE FREAKING HELL? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Ok, I am NOT supposed to be vulgar, but this is preposterous! Why did my parents name me Bidisha? Was it for fun? Or did they like SERIOUSLY did not know the meaning of it, which is like very unlikely. 'Cos, they know this darn language a lot! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Bidisha means:(eww)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" id="entries"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="text" colspan="2"&gt; &lt;div class="definition"&gt; Bidisha is an Indian name. It means "knowledge" in Sanskrit, and it is also the name of some sacred Hindu landmarks.&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Ok, dont wnna write any more. You know what just check out the stupid link: http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Bidisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Shocked? Well, I was more. 'Cos its MY NAME!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Note to myself: Get over it. Grow up. It's a compliment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-6766543241841274921?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/6766543241841274921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=6766543241841274921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/6766543241841274921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/6766543241841274921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-freaking-hell-ok-i-am-not-supposed.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-7134379015197116522</id><published>2009-05-22T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T19:36:36.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Ooops, forgot all about my MYE results. SERIOUSLY, how muddle headed can I get? Answer: Very.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Maths: 74/100 (damn, 1 fking mark to A1 &amp;amp;distinction)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;English: 30/50(Comprehension)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;               22/30(Situational Writing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;               ??/30(Composition)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Science: 67.5/100(hard liao)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Literature: 40.5/50(**Claps** for YuKee &amp;amp;Jazztine who got higher than me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;History: 14/20(Section AI &amp;amp;BI)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;                ??/??(Total)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Mother Tongue: 72/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Well, I guess that's all I got at the moment. Total for Geography, English &amp;amp;History still pending. Anything else that I missed out on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;BTW, was knda shocked that our class produced the most number of failures throughout the Sec 1 level. THAT IS SO PATHETIC. So, knda relieved that I got above 40 plus, I DID NOT fail. I felt Ms Tan was embarrassing the failures by reading out their marks &amp;amp;names in front of everyone. Oh well, neverthless, probably the failures indeed deserved those marks? Same for the rest of the subjects. Anyways, Ms Tan's the teacher, she'd know better. :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Still flunking Geography!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-7134379015197116522?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/7134379015197116522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=7134379015197116522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/7134379015197116522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/7134379015197116522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/05/ooops-forgot-all-about-my-mye-results.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-7065675920394431291</id><published>2009-05-21T20:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T19:38:11.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. Real name : Bidisha Roy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2. Nickname(s) : Callista, Bidi, Bid, Shabidi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3. Star sign : Pisces(Don't believe in horoscopes, though)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;4. Male or female : Female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;5. Primary School in: Changkat Primar School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;6. Secondary School : Dunman Secondary School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;7. JC/Poly : Aiming for Victoria Junior College&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;8. Hair color : Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;9. Long or short : Long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;10. Loud or Quiet : LOUD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;11. Sweats or Jeans : Jeans(definitely)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;12. Phone or Camera : BOTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;13. Health freak : Kind of? I care if I grow fat, must maintain figure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;14. Drink or Smoke? : Gross, none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;15. Do you have a crush on someone? : Edward Cullen/ShahRukh Khan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;16. Eat or Drink : BOTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;17. Piercings : Ears, ONLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;18. Tattoos : Gross, no &amp;amp;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;19. Been in an airplane : Uh-huh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;20. Been in a relationship : Married to ShahRukh Khan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;21. Been in a car accident : Only motorcycle accident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;22. Been in a fist fight : A LOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;23. First piercing : Ear. 6mths, using needles(ouch!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;24. First best friend : Pooranee Morgan, since Primary 1!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;25. First award : Malay Writing, Silver, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;26. First crush : ShahRukh Khan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;27. First vacation : HongKong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;28. Last person you talked to : Mummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;29. Last person you texted : Maisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;30. Last person(s) you watched a movie with : Niece &amp;amp;Cousin, India, 6 Dec, Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;31. Last food you ate : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Milk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;32. Last movie you watched : Charlie &amp;amp;The Chocolate Factory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;33. Last song you listened to : Its a Love Story baby Just Say YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;34. Last thing you bought : Burger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;35. Last person you hugged : Maisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;36. Fave Food : KFC/ PIZZAS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;37. Drinks : Apple Tea/Plain Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;38. Clothing : Nice, Fashionista, Comfy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;39. Books : Twilight Saga(rocks), Gossip Girl, Biographies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;40. Song : ITS A LOVE STORY BABY JUST SAY YES!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;41. Flower : Red/White roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;42. Colors : Black, Grey, White, LimeGreen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;43. Movies : Twilight, Slumdog Millionaire, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ran Ne Bana Di Jodi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;44. Phrase : Random/WHAT???!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;45. Subjects : MATHS RULES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;46. [ ] Kissed in the snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;47. [ ] Celebrated halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;48. [x] Had your heart broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;49. [x] Went over the minutes on your cell phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;50. [ ] Someone questioned your sexual orientation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;51. [x] Came out of the closet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;52. [ ] Gotten pregnant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;53. [ ] Had an abortion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;54. [x] Done something you've regretted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;55. [x] Broke a promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;56. [x] Hid a secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;57. [x] Pretended to be happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;58. [x] Met someone who changed ur life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;59. [x] Pretended to be sick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;60. [x] Left the country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;61. [x] Tried something you normally wouldn't try and liked it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;62. [x] Cried over the silliest thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;63. [ ] Ran a mile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;64. [x] went to the beach with your best friend (s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;65. [x] Stay single the whole year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;66. Eating : Pluto Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;67. Drinking : Martian Tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;68. I'm about to : Commit Suicide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;69. Listening to : My mum blabbering to her Friends over the phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;70. Plans for tomorrow : Go school &amp;amp;die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Your Future :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;71. Waiting for : Not sure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;72. Want kids? : 2??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;73. Want to get married? : Err, may be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;74. Careers in mind : Ai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;r Crash Investigator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Which is better for guys ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;75. Lips or eyes : Eyes? Mysterious like Adam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;76. Shorter or taller? : Taller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;77. Romantic or spontaneous : Both?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;78. Nice stomach or nice arms : I am not into Biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;79. Sensitive or loud : Both?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;80. Hook-up or relationship : Relationship(hook-up is just terrible)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;81. Trouble-maker or hesitant : hesitant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Have you ever :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;82. Lost glasses/contacts : Don't need them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;83. Ran away from home : Trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;84. Hold a gun/knife for self defense : Hell Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;85. Killed somebody : Ants, other insects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;86. Broken someone's heart : Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;87. Been arrested : Clean so far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;88. Cried when someone died : YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Do you believe in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;89. Yourself : Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;90. Miracles : Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;91. Love at first sight : May be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;92. Heaven : DUHDUHDUHDUHDUH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;93. Santa Claus : No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;94. Sex on the first date : I'd rather DIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;95. Kiss on the first date : ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;96. Is there one person you want to be with right now? Name? : Yes, Sanchita Jain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;97. Are you seriously happy with where you are in life? : Knda, MYE's ok-ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;98. Do you believe in God? : HELL YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;99. This is the 99th and last NOW TAG 10 PEOPLE TO DO THIS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1.Maisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2.Anum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3.Hong Hui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;4.MingYou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;5.WeiLing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;6.Syazana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;7.Joanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;8.Aikanshi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;9.Alexia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;10.Nazlah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/5551406241122125415-7065675920394431291?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-5974659898606025664</id><published>2009-05-21T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:04:55.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;BTW, I felt for American Idol, Adam Should've won. He looks very mysterious with his pale skin &amp;amp;dark eye color. Ok, being bias. Shouldn't be looking at the looks. The TALENT???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Chris is not bad, too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-5974659898606025664?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/5974659898606025664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=5974659898606025664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/5974659898606025664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/5974659898606025664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/05/btw-i-felt-for-american-idol-adam.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-4669167650795782762</id><published>2009-05-21T18:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T19:59:03.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ellos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Back at blogging after bathing. I am hygienic! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;, back at home after slacking with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Shabana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;. That was after a little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;StageArt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Drama meeting. It wasn't for long. I think it was only till 3pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;, short, considering the fact that it started at 2.24pm, though it was originally scheduled at 2.30pm. Oh well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nevermind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;. As long as work's done :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;At first, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Shabana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Syaffana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Rachita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Shreya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &amp;amp;I were "slacking" the bus stop. Not exactly. 'Cos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Syaffana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Rachita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Shreya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; were waiting for their bus. Or in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Rachita's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; case, her Mum's car. Since &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Shabana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &amp;amp;I had all the time in the world, plus exams were over, we were like waiting for each one of them to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Shreya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &amp;amp;I were fighting about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ShahRukh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Khan belongs to. Obviously it's me, right? Oh well, let the amateurs blabber. But, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Shreya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Rachita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; aren't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;exactly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;amateurs. They are our SENIORS! Sec 3 this year. To be precise, 3A of 2009, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Dunman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Secondary School. That is being too formal, isn't it? Whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;As for as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Mirrah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;, we are battling for Robert &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Pattinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;. She too is a senior, Sec 3. However, I don't know which class she is in. Duh, he belongs to me too(YOU BELONG WITH ME-Taylor Swift). BTW, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Rachita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Shreya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &amp;amp;I were discussing politics(rocks), again. Can say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Shreya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; isn't exactly much into Indian Politics. At least, not as much as I or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Rachita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Rachita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &amp;amp;I are like ECSTATIC that Congress won. We were discussing the pros &amp;amp;cons of Congress(rocks) &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;BJP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;(sucks). It seems, that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;BJP's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; corruption &amp;amp;crime level is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; higher than that of Congress'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;. But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Shreya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; couldn't be much bothered about the politics. So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Rachita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; backed up by saying that politics is a step to development. &amp;amp;I backed her up by literally moving a step in front. Then moved back. 'Cos it was too close to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Rachita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Hahas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Yesterday, my Dad &amp;amp;I, too, were discussing the cons of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;BJP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &amp;amp;the pros &amp;amp;cons of Congress. He thought what, I don't keep track, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;arh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;?! FYI, I DO. He started &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;explaining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Tehelka&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;incident like I were a baby! I was like, Yeah, I know &amp;amp;the darn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;BJP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; close that website down, right? He was like, How do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; know that? **Sighs**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Oh whatever. Back to the slacking stuff &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Shabana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &amp;amp;I did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;, how much I went astray. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;. We waited for everyone to leave. Then we were slacking at the wrong bus stop. I mean, we knew it. Just that, too lazy to move back. When 28 comes, we'd just dash across. &amp;amp;get knocked down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;. I know, I know, Mrs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Neo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; told us not to. But who can resist....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Mwacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&amp;amp;I saw Mrs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; at the other side. So, like a retard, I dashed across, screaming my head off (like usual) "MRS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;NG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;, MRS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;NG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;!!!". 'Cos I wanted to see if she could spare me for my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;STOOOPID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Geog Exam foolishness. But sadly, she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;isn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;marking our Section C. WHY???!!! Then she chided me for dashing across despite Mrs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Neo's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; early warning. Just mumbled a quick apology. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;What I didn't know that, was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Shabana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; followed me, dashing across too. So I asked her if she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;wnna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; go back to the other bus stop, since &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;Kashvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &amp;amp;some other guys(whom she had a fight with-all seniors). So she said that doing so would make us look more retarded. True:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Then she pointed out that our "beloved(yeah right)" 28 was here. Great. Finally. Boarded. Went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;Tampines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Library. Returned my Princess Diaries: Princess in Training. By Meg Cabot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Then went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;Tampines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Mall aka. TM. First stop, The Wallet Shop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;Shabana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; bought a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;MYUK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;pencil case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;. The "I LEFT MY GUCCI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;PENCIL CASE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; AT HOME" after my "holy" consultation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;. Next stop, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;MiniBits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;. Looking for anklets. Ya, I know I am VAIN. Yeah, SO WHAT??? This is me, &amp;amp;I am exactly where I'm supposed to be (Jonas Brothers SUCK). Next stop, Mini &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;Toons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;. This time, looking for those badges. Or buttons, whatever they are called. But she didn't find them. Called up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;Maisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;. She said go to Kodak, the photo shop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;Shabana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; was like, Retarded &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;larh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;, go Kodak for a button. Kinda right, I guess. Sorry, but no offense, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;Maisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;Maisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &amp;amp;I just chatted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;larh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;. Talking about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;ahem-ahem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Personal stuff &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;larh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;. Keep out. Then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;Shabana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; randomly shout into my phone, "Yeah, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;Bidisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; is a 2 timer. Edward Cullen &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;ShahRukh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Khan at one go!" so that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;Maisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; could hear. Utterly embarrassed.... Then we just went waking about the are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;larh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Saw a lot of Cedar-babes(or so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;Tasfia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; calls themselves). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;Must've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; been the cross country &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;thingy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;Tas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; was talking about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82"&gt;Shabana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; was annoyed, seeing so many Cedar-babes.  I promised to ask the next Cedar-babe what the heck they were doing at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83"&gt;Tampines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;, when I see another one. The chance never arrived. Either we saw no more, or we were too busy gossiping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;After that, home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_84"&gt;larh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-4669167650795782762?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/4669167650795782762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=4669167650795782762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/4669167650795782762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/4669167650795782762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/05/haha-ellos-back-at-blogging-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-4539260564012481451</id><published>2009-05-20T14:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T15:25:54.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Today is marking day. Nothing to do. Slacking at home. Facebook-ing. Ooh, Mr Chew's online. Chat, shall we? Ok, chatting. Telling him about how I am SO flunking Geography. He must have thought that I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; that Geog was tough that's why I am flunking it. So I tell him the careless mistake of mine.... Die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Haha, now talking about the daily TV clashes with my bro. Haha. Complains, complains &amp;amp;MORE complains. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;SERIOUSLY, don't we have anything else better to do rather than COMPLAINING?! I mean, I know, I also complain, so I won't call myself as, what, Gandhi or whatsoever. I am like complaining 24/7. Serious. Complains like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;- The history teacher spends more time scolding Darryl than teaching us. Then blames us for not scoring well! Stupid liao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;- Mum, the food tastes so bland! KFC better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&amp;amp;the list goes on. Just that the list is so great that, I have forgotten a lot. Hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Oh whatever. Just complaining won't help. I mean I am SO not going to the history teacher &amp;amp;tell her at her face that she spends more time scolding Darryl than teaching us, lest I want her to explode more violently than Mt. St. Helen's @Washington, USA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;But HONESTLY, she is like so whatever. She likes to act young though she herself is a kind of HISTORY! I mean, to be hip, she died her hair PURPLE? Yucks. Ok, now I am bitching. Mrs Ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;knows my blog URL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Sekali she visits it and reads it. You know what,  I don't even wanna think of the possibilities if Mrs Ng reads this post. In short, I'll be...dead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Note to myself: Mum's cooking is like way lot healthier than KFC. Blander the healthier? KFC is fattening! You don't wnna grow fat, do you?! Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Oh, bb Mr Chew! He is offline. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Anyone else I would want to talk to at this moment? Wait, let me see. Oh well, no one exactly. I really would LOVE to clarify to Sanchit Jain, that I am NOT SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD! I mean, he saw me a week after my b'dae, &amp;amp;thought I was SEVENTEEN??!! Hello, I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;a) so short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;b) so immature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;c) my voice is so immature, though some people say it sounds grown up on the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;d) at Dunman Sec Sch, where you graduate at the age of SIXTEEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;e) I am in Sec 1B, requirement, THIRTEEN YEARS OLD AGE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Judging by all these, I am SEVENTEEN??!! Ok, I should not freak out. Hey look on the bright side, I can vote in the ELECTIONS! Whoo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Gotta go now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;PS, Zakirah seems like so damn sick. Pray for her that she gets well by TODAY, this INSTANT! She is having breathing problems. Deja vu, I had the same about a month &amp;amp;half ago. It was bronchitis. Hope it's not the same for Zakirah. Hey, I CARE FOR MY BESTIES! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Note to Zakirah: Ooi, noob, you are SO not a GEEK! Greek, may be, but GEEK, NEVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-4539260564012481451?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/4539260564012481451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=4539260564012481451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/4539260564012481451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/4539260564012481451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-is-marking-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-1609159233152838562</id><published>2009-05-19T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:45:19.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;1. Real name : Bidisha Roy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;2. Nickname : Bidisha Callista :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;3. Star sign : Pisces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;4. Male or female : Female.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;5. Primary School : Changkat Primary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;6. Secondary School : Dunamn Sec. Sch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;7. JC/Poly : Later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;8. Hair color : Pure Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;9. Long or short : What is mine considered as? Not sure? Long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;10. Loud or Quiet : Loud is my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;11. Sweats or Jeans : Jeans rule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;12. Phone or Camera : Phone? Both at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;13. Health freak : I care about my figure? It's like my LIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;14. Drink or Smoke : Eww, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;15. Do you have a crush on someone? : ShahRukh Khan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;16. Eat or Drink : What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;17. Piercings : 1 on both ears &amp;amp;no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;18. Tattoos : Hell no &amp;amp;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;19. Been in an airplane : Duh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;20. Been in a relationship : ShahRukh Khan &amp;amp;Edward Cullen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;21. Been in a car accident : Sort of. It was a motorcycle accident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;22. Been in a fist fight : Lost track how many times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;23. First piercing : 6mths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;24. First best friend : MIN QI! At least in DMN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;25. First award : Silver prize for Malay writing, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;26. First crush : ShahRukh Khan larh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;28. First vacation : Hong Kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;29. Last person you talked to : A guy called Sourabh on Facebook.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;30. Last person you texted : MinQi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;31. Last person(s) you watched a movie with : Varsha(cousin), Ritika(niece) @ Delhi, Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi, 6 December :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;32. Last food you ate : Green Grapes :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;33. Last movie you watched : Charlie &amp;amp;The Chocolate Factory &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;34. Last song you listened to : Teardrops on my guitar, Taylor Swift, Fearless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;35. Last thing you bought : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; by Stephenie Meyer @Times Bookshop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;36. Last person you hugged : Elmo soft toy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;FAVOURITES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;37. Food : Pizza :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;38. Drinks : Latte &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;39. Clothing : Black, modern &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;40. Books : Twilight saga by Stephenie Meyer &amp;amp;Princess Diaries by Meg Cabot &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;41. Song : Its a love story baby just say yes(retrospection to my skin?), Taylor Swift, Fearless &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;42. Flower : Red/White Roses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;43. Colors : Black, white, grey, green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;44. Movies : Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi by my HUBBY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;45. Phrase : WHATTT???!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;46. Subjects : MATHS RULES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;IN 2008, I:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;47. [ ] Kissed in the snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;48. [ ] Celebrated Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;49. [x] Had your heart broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;50. [x] Went over the minutes on your cell phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;51. [ ] Someone questioned your sexual orientation (that person would DIE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;52. [ x] Came out of the closet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;53. [ ] Gotten pregnant(hell no)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;54. [ ] Had an abortion(hell no)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;55. [x] Done something you've regretted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;56. [x] Broke a promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;57. [x] Hid a secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;58. [x] Pretended to be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;59. [x ] Met someone who changed ur life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;60. [x] Pretended to be sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;61. [x]Left the country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;62. [x] Tried something you normally wouldn't try and liked it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;63. [x] Cried over the silliest thing(movies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;64. [] Ran a mile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;65. [ x] Went to the beach with your best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;66. [x] Stayed single the whole year (I'm married since 2003)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;67. Eating : Nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;68. Drinking : Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;69. I'm about to : DIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;70. Listening to : My bro crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;71. Plans for tomorrow : Slack at home, 'cos holiday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;72. Waiting for : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;to be online on Facebook.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;YOUR FUTURE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;73. Want kids? : 2 step kids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;74. Want to get married? : I am MARRIED(mwacks)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;75. Careers in mind : Air Crash Investigator  &amp;amp;be on Air Crash Investigation(rocks) @Nat Geo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH GUY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;76. Lips or eyes : Eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;77. Shorter or taller? : Taller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;78. Romantic or spontaneous : Both?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;79. Nice stomach or nice arms : Why ask me? Arms would be better? Who's gnna see the tummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;80. Sensitive or loud : Sensitive (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;81. Hook-up or relationship : Relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;82. Trouble-maker or hesitant : Trouble-maker...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;83. Lost glasses/contacts : DOn't need them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;84. Ran away from home : Get thoughts-only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;85. Hold a gun/knife for self defense : Not for self defense, I wanted to hit my Mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;86. Killed somebody : Ants &amp;amp;other insects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;87. Broken someone's heart : Did I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;88. Been arrested : I am CLEAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;89. Cried when someone died : Yeah, when SRK died in Kal Ho Na Ho. Saddening. Cried for 3 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;90. Yourself : I believe I can fly, I believe I can die. Hahas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;91. Miracles : YES PLEASE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;92. Love at first sight : Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;93. Heaven : Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;94. Santa Claus : No, lame. Actually yes, MingYou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;95. Sex on the first date : I am not going on a date in the first place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;96. Kiss on the first date : NO DATES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;97. Is there one person you want to be with right now? : YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;98. Are you seriously happy with where you are in life? : Now, yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;99. Do you believe in God? : Yeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;100. This is the 100th and the last : Ciao, hasta la vista &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-1609159233152838562?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/1609159233152838562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=1609159233152838562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/1609159233152838562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/1609159233152838562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/05/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-1253114476127669996</id><published>2009-05-19T16:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T16:25:01.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;OMG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Its Mrs Sheo, my P3 teacher!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I like lost all contact with her ever since she quit CKPS, halfway through my P3 Year. That was like so long ago! Umm.... 4 years, to be exact. Finally I found her on Facebook.com! Now she has 2 kids! I saw their pics! They are like so cute. 1 boy, who is the eldest, &amp;amp;1 girl, who is the youngest. She was born this June, so she is 5 months old! Oh wow-a-doodles! The boy is about 2-3 years old. Or so he looks. OMG, they are soo cute. They look like Mrs Sheo, though, I must admit. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Had a mini conversation with her. She still remembers me!! Awww, that's so sweet! She quit CKPS at that time because CKPS was too far from her house. She lives in the west. So she decided to teach at a Japaneses School, 'cos she speaks Japanese. LOL. Now she's working for Kumon at Bulit Merah. Hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I remember she would scold me a lot for going to the washroom to frequently and staying there for too long. Once she came in to see what I was doing. She saw that I was tending to my looks. Haha. I remember she told that to my Dad in the Meet-The-Parents session. My Dad scolded me a lot for my vainity. Honestly, that time I was like cursing her, "Why must tell my father?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Now, thanks to her, I barely go to the washroom. 1B, you are witness. Arrigatou Gozaimasu. However, I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;very vain. Hahas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Well, she is sick now. I remember, during my P3 year, too, she would get sick quite frequently. I think she's still like that. Oh, I pray she gets well soon! She has TWO little kids to tend to! Haha. Hope God cures you! Love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-1253114476127669996?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/1253114476127669996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=1253114476127669996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/1253114476127669996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/1253114476127669996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/05/omg-its-mrs-sheo-my-p3-teacher-i-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-6351920878722309129</id><published>2009-05-19T12:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T13:19:33.730+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what&apos;s that girl&apos;s name again?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wait'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Yes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MYE&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;finally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;over. YES! It's like the best news of the century! I know I'm exaggerating. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hahas&lt;/span&gt;. Today was Literature. In English. Or so the invigilator wrote on the board. Anyways, I am like SO flunking Geography, which was yesterday. I went on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;JiaYouu&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;/Good luck-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; everyone. So I did not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; read the instructions for the paper. Only some. Didn't read the most important one. Die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;It said FOR SECTION C, choose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;questions. That I read. But I didn't read that for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;each &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;question, you have to write on a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;fresh page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; But I crammed everything into ONE piece of paper. That's why I started wondering, how come everyone used &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;at least &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;2 pieces of paper, but not me?! Asked Min. She told me the whole thing. &amp;amp;I screamed. Die. Hope Mrs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ng&lt;/span&gt; is lenient enough to let me off this once. I will Love you forever, Mrs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ng&lt;/span&gt;, if you let me off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Science... Kinda hard, I must say. Min &amp;amp;Joanne say easy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Siao&lt;/span&gt;. Vanessa also said it's hard. A2, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;larh&lt;/span&gt;, at least. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Maths... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;EASYYY&lt;/span&gt;! A1 Can DO! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Sekali&lt;/span&gt; B3. Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Paiseh&lt;/span&gt;. But, my hope is still alive! I really practiced Algebra like HELL! Fingers crossed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Anyways, today went to Times Bookshop to see if Eclipse is in stock. Hallelujah, it IS! So later I am gonna buy Eclipse by Stephenie Meyer. I have to admit, she is a brilliant author, no matter what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; says. You know who you are, if you are reading this. Most likely, you aren't. 'Cos you are in your stuck-up world with your darn attitude. That seriously pisses me off. &amp;amp;everyone else at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Note to me: Don't be as vulgar as that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;, 'cos I DON'T wanna stoop to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;low level. Tsk...Tsk...Tsk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;But Stephenie Meyer might want to edit the the whole section of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; after Edward (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Hottie&lt;/span&gt; alert!!!) forsakes Bella. That whole part is so redundant that it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;boring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; No offense. Just MY review. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Note to that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;: BTW, about Harry Potter, you are kinda right. It is AWFUL!!! Harry Potter is so whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, redundant information much? Yeah, so after checking out the book at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Tampines&lt;/span&gt;1 (Hallelujah, it's in stock:DD), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Jazztine&lt;/span&gt;, her friend &amp;amp;I went for breakfast. Quite a late breakfast though. Might as well as be considered as lunch. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Hahas&lt;/span&gt;. Had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;McChicken&lt;/span&gt; with extra McDonald &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Chilli&lt;/span&gt; Sauce. Jazz had the same, except she put ketchup instead of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Chilli&lt;/span&gt;. Her choice. The other girl did not want fast food (healthy). So we packed our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;McChickens&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;accompanied&lt;/span&gt; her to the local food court, where she had chicken/duck rice. Wanted to "steal" the meat, like I do always to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Sathiss&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Mwacks&lt;/span&gt;), but was afraid that duck meat was ANOTHER restriction to my diet, other than pork &amp;amp;beef. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Checked with Mum, Hallelujah, it's not. That's all for now, gotta go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-6351920878722309129?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/6351920878722309129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=6351920878722309129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/6351920878722309129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/6351920878722309129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/05/yes-mye-is-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-7004426219004905798</id><published>2009-05-17T19:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T19:41:59.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ILoveElections!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;YAAAY! WOOHOOO! I LOVE YOU ALL! OMG!!!! AAAARRRGGGGGHHH!!!! UH-HUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naah, I am not being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ver&lt;/span&gt;y random. 'Cos I have a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reason&lt;/span&gt;. I always &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loved &lt;/span&gt;politics. Now, that's random(to my very, utterly conservative parents) that a typical(um, yeah right) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bharatiya&lt;/span&gt;(their version of being an Indian) girl is like so in to politics. But I assure you, they ROCK. Or so I think. =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there was the national election thinggi to choose the PM of the country. &amp;amp;reccently, I SERIOUSLY have been reading up on Indian politics, learning the pros &amp;amp;cons of every party. I mean, unlike Sunny Singapore, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every &lt;/span&gt;party has corruption. Including my very favourite(&amp;amp;I long to vote for that party) Congress. However, their scale of corruption is (or as they say) the least. Also, their strongest rival, BJP, is a racist party who is bent on making India a Hindu nation. Now that seriously sucks. I mean they were in power before before this new one. &amp;amp;it caused A LOT of uproar. Well, you see there was mosque in this little place called Ayodhya. However, it is said that one of the gods was born there(dude, how can a god be born?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus that place is considered as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;holy&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp;is a pilgrimage spot for the Hindus(usually the oldies go there. Mwacks). &amp;amp;naturally there was a temple there. However, the BJP wanted to expand the temple, by demolishing the mosque. Now, if you go researching about this, resources will state that BJP wanted to "respectfully" shift the mosque elsewhere, but that's a FAKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Muslims there did not want that. So that darn BJP &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forcefully&lt;/span&gt; demolished the mosque. Then, an angry mob of Muslims(not RACIST!) burnt a train to Ayodhya, killing many. THEN, an angry HINDU mob(this time) went around SLAUGHTERING Muslim people, &amp;amp;doing worse to Muslim women(oh, you get what I mean. Its too sick to mention here). Oh, &amp;amp;you know what? Many of the angry mobs were BLOODY policemen who just wanted the BLOODY revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, both religions lost lives. &amp;amp;many lives. Who to blame? Who else? BJP. Now, after considering the above chaos(trust me, there's more), which IDIOT would want to vote for that darn party? I mean, unless you want the country to vanish from the Earth's surface(anyone wanting that, is GONNA DIE!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, they are very corrupt. One webby, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tehelka&lt;/span&gt;(dont bother looking for it, its GONE), actually got a video of the defense minister under BJP accepting bribe. Would you want that party rulling YOUR country(for most of you, Singapore)? Of course, unless you are a TRAITOR(they suck).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, Congress and the rest too are corrupt, but are the RACIST? Plus, it was only under the Congress rule was India able to sign the nuclear deal with the US. That is DEFINITELY better than an angry mob killing you! VOTE FOR CONGRESS!! They rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, they won. That's why I am happy. However, I thought a new guy was taking over the PM role. So what's the old guy doing? Dont take me wrong, I respect him, but he is like 86! You expect me to call him what, a young guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he WASNT running for PM! Another guy was!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah, whatever. As long Congress won. Yay Congress! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-7004426219004905798?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/7004426219004905798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=7004426219004905798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/7004426219004905798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/7004426219004905798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/05/iloveelections.html' title='ILoveElections!'/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-8428033790586885743</id><published>2009-05-11T12:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T12:29:40.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;We were both young when I first saw you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I close my eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;amp;the flashback starts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm standing there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;On a balcony on a summer air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;See the lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;See the party, the ball gowns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I see you make your way through the crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And say hello, little did I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;That you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;amp;my daddy said stay away from Juliet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;amp;I was crying on the staircase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Begging you please don't go, and I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;You'll be the prince &amp;amp;I'll be the princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It's a love story, baby just say yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So I sneak out to the garden to see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;We keep quiet 'cos we're dead if they knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Escape this town for a little while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;'Cos you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;amp;my daddy said stay away from Juliet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;But you were everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I was begging you please don't go, and I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'll be waiting all there's left to do is run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;You'll be the prince &amp;amp;I'll be the princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It's a love story, baby just say yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Romeo save me, they try to tell me how to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This love is difficult, but it is real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It's a love story, baby just say yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Oh Oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I got tired of waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Wondering if you were ever coming around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;My faith in you was fading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;When I met you on the outskirts of town, and I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Romeo save me, I've been feeling so alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I keep waiting for you but you never come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Is this in my head? I don't know what to think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;He knelt to the ground &amp;amp;pulled out a ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;amp;said, marry me Juliet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;You'll never have to be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I love you and that's all I really know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It's a love story baby just say yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Oh oh oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;'Cos we were both young when I first saw you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-8428033790586885743?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/8428033790586885743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=8428033790586885743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/8428033790586885743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/8428033790586885743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-were-both-young-when-i-first-saw-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-5126756733684594232</id><published>2009-05-11T11:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T12:05:02.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ellos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;No SCHOOL! School's OUT. Wooots. No larh. Just a holiday. In lieu of Vesak Day. On Saturday, Zoe sent me a SMS: Happy Wesuck Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;LOL, but I AM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;NOT A DARN RACIST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Its just the pronunciation. But I gotta admit it. If I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;were a darn racist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(which I am NOT), that would be like the laughing stock for the month. LOLs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Yesterday Mother's Day. **Sighs** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You know, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;share a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;very good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;relationship with my MUMMY. But I still got her the flowers they were selling at school. See, I CARE! Really! They cost me a good $14!! I did it because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;1) For the sake of giving her something. Or she would throw another tantrum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;2) So that there is PEACE in the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;3) So that we can stay HAPPY FOREVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Bought her 2 roses &amp;amp; 2 carnations. Red roses. For me to give to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ahem-Ahem! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;LOL, jkjk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Just wanna tell you, mummy dearest:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But sometimes you go over my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp;I get pissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tell you stuff I really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'Cos they are the bottled up frustrations &amp;amp;emotions of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;All vented on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I know its sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But you don't understand me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nor do you understand the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;new world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You are living in your own old world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Please get out of it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;See the new world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'Cos that's where I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;belong&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We make great company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So why don't we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I Love You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-5126756733684594232?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/5126756733684594232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=5126756733684594232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/5126756733684594232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/5126756733684594232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/05/ellos-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-1807975742662424720</id><published>2009-05-07T16:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T17:00:22.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;OMGGG! TOMORROW is the dreaded Mid-yr! Wanna a die liaaaaaao! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Ahem-Ahem-ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; here &amp;amp;there. Zakirah has started coughing now. Oh no! I feel so damn guilty!!! Aaaaaarrrrggggghhhh! Jazztine said she seems to be getting a flu!!! Is it because of me???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;They &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; sat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;rigtht next &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;to me during CMT! OOOOOHHHHH! I'm feeling so goddamned guilty!!! Sathiss was also with fever &amp;amp;returned today...Was it me again? Wa Liao. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;How worse can to today get? Friends sick. Mid yr tomorrow. Come to think of it again, Miss Teong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;is also absent 'cos she is unwell!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; Is it yours trult again? Nevertheless, class was happy. 'Cos there was no authority during the last 2 periods. 'Cos they were Miss Teong's English. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Today was Mr Chew's last day teaching us. Tomorrow last day at DMN. Then off to NIE. Back to DMN again by 17(?) July/June. He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;might &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;teach us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;might not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;teach us. He was cool. I know I'm gonna miss him. However, Mdm Salha is back. Part of me wants Mr Chew to teach us after he is back. 'Cos he is so cool &amp;amp;funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;However. Part of me doesn't want him for my Science Teacher after he is back. Simply because, he is a mle. No, I am not sexist. But how on earth will he teach us the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;last, sick, perverted "educational"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; chapter? I don't want him saying the name of all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;those stuff....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; It would be sickening &amp;amp;he would look like a pervert. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Same NIE thing for Miss Neeta too. Might teach us again, or might not. Don't know, Don't care. All I care is that tomorrow is Mid-yr. Off to revisions!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-1807975742662424720?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/1807975742662424720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=1807975742662424720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/1807975742662424720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/1807975742662424720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/05/omggg-tomorrow-is-dreaded-mid-yr-wanna.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-4594213827193424793</id><published>2009-05-06T17:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T18:43:59.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhhh!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am like coughing like hell. Random fever. Or is it really fever? Miss Teong said that  new trigger temperature is 38.1 Deg. Cel. I think she meant that was for swine flu or something. 'Cos my temp. was 37.9 . Whoa. Oh well, nevermind. I think she had a good mind to send me back. 'Cos she was like: I think you should go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I was like: Oh no, not again. I was already absent on Mon &amp;amp;Tues. Wed also???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But she said: But you already have missed out on school for such a long time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank Youss! &amp;amp;I LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But I felt Michael &amp;amp; WanLin were like exagerating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;much liao! Especially THAT PONYO. Everytime, nothing better to do, :SWINE FLU SWINE FLU. I know, he was referring to me. He is so annoying liao. &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-4594213827193424793?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/4594213827193424793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=4594213827193424793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/4594213827193424793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/4594213827193424793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/05/aaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhhh-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-5256975957398451951</id><published>2009-05-04T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T16:22:11.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Hey y'all...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I'm sick. Again. I don't know why but ever since I'm in Dunman, I get sick too often. I mean, it was just about less than a month ago when I got bronchitis. An now it's this darn thing. Fever. Headaches. Cough. Ahem Ahem? No, it's the horrible kinda cough. Like I cough every moment. Like now, I am coughing my head off. My lazy mum cant have her afternoon naps 'cos of my relentless coughs. Well, look on the bright side. At least she wont grow lazier &amp;amp;fatter by not sleeping. Since I've got nothing much to do, I just lay on my bed, with my quilt(yes, it's Antarctica for me) &amp;amp;read, read &amp;amp;read. I mean, since yesterday afternoon, I finished reading a Eleanor Of Aquitaine's biography(1136), Catherine II The Great Of  The Imperial Russia's biography(1743), Lady Of Palenque Of Mesoamerica's biography(AD 749) and finally the Good Earth by Jonathan Chung of 1B'09! Lol, jk jk.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Yes, the Good Earth book I read is the same Good Earth we're doing for literature. Except that the one I just read is the original version and not the abridged one we use at school. I gotta admit it, that book is SICK! Pearl S. Buck(the original author-&lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; Jonathan Chung. I said he was the author 'cos of randomness&lt;/span&gt;-) is a sick person. It's a good thing that we're not using the original book for Lit. Or the Miss Nita &amp;amp;Ms Tan would die of repeating overly mind corrupting stuff. I mean, in the very first lesson of Literature, Ms Tan explained to us that the one we are using &lt;i&gt;now &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;abridged&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;. As in, the original book made simpler. You can say it's like digestion or even decomposition. As long as you get it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;can already&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Ms Tan also said that the original book is like a few hundred pages. Hmmm.... mines is exactly 260 pages long. May be it is a teeny weeny bit abridged? May be not. She said that there are chances that we use the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;original &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Good Earth book for Literature in our University lives. No wonder, by then we would (or rather &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;) be mature enough to read the porno contents. Ms Tan added that the abridged book is like a summary of the original book. She said that the original book has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;more descriptions &amp;amp;vague clear descriptions&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; about every incident. After reading the original one,  I'm like: it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;way&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;too &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;descriptive. As in they clearly explain the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;process&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;(I don't  wanna name it, I'm decent:yeah right) by which everyone is born. Mummy-Daddy stuff, we shouldn't interfere. And the O-lan's pearls part, they explain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;how &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Wang Lung found it. Well, O-lan hid it in her b***s &amp;amp;Wang Lung touched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;felt something hard &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;. He then took that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;thing &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;out of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;it. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; And those were the jewels O-lan had stolen from the Great House in the South. When O-lan got her pearls, she kept them back in her....I'm gonna faint!!!&amp;amp;when Wang Lung asked for those pearls to give to Lotus, O-lan took them out of her....WHATEVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Well, the biographies were quit nice. I loved them all except for Lady Palenque's biography. She ruled a tribal clan somewhere near Mexico. And, boy, did they have freakishly long names! Trying to remember them was like fruitless. I got quite bored of it. I ended up skipping lots of pages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sekaili&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; jump from the beginning all the way towards the ending. Seriously, all the long names made me lose my interest. That's why I have yet to read the biography of Anacaona of Haiti(1490), somewhere in the huge continent of Africa. I just read the beginning of the book &amp;amp;it was flooded with long names. I don't fill like reading the rest. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;To Zakirah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Hi! Don't say that this sickness was something of the one during CMT. You know what I'm talking about. But because I have allergy for damn cold air cons (NSW @AVT), I got sick. Ok? Don't scold me when I get back at school :DD And tell me if that I hat Zakirah chap bothers you ever again. I'll tell you a way in which that chap will never ever be able to tag at your cbox again. Then that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;thing &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;will be unable to tell you any crap. Happy bottling up negative feelings and blowing up to that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;thing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;. I know, I get tons of violent thoughts. You don't need to tell me that. I think I can also find out who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;it &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;is. May be larh. Depends. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-5256975957398451951?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/5256975957398451951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=5256975957398451951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/5256975957398451951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/5256975957398451951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-yall.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-3659804283532932206</id><published>2009-05-03T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:38:54.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aaaarrgghh! Never post for a long long time. Dead liao. I don't believe how lazy I have gotten. I am the laziest bum. Yay me(sarcastic). Mid year is round the corner. And I just had a broken friendship with &lt;i&gt;xxx&lt;/i&gt; from Changkat. Its really amusing(in the negative way) that how it took &lt;i&gt;6 years &lt;/i&gt;to build my friendship with &lt;i&gt;xxx&lt;/i&gt;. And how it took less than a moment to break it. I dont blame her. Nor do I blame myself &lt;i&gt;completely&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;. We just have have totally different perspectives of life. It had to crash one day or the other. And it has crashed. To be honest, I dont know how our friendship managed to pull through the 6 years of primary school despite our many differences. Well, I wouldnt say that throughout our friendship in primary school we were happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; the times. There were ups &amp;amp;downs. But we could sort out our differences soon 'cos we knew that we could meet each other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;the next day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;. But now, she is in another place and I am in another. The chances that we will meet soon is damn little. And we cant communicate via Internet. 'Cos in a fit of anger/depression, we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;both &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;severed all means of communication. However, if she sends a request or whatsoever, I will, without any hesitation, accept. But I doubt if she ever will. Or has she forgotten about us already? I dare not send &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;her &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;a request or whatsoever. 'Cos I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;kiasu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; I know I should but...Oh well never mind. There is no point in crying over spilt milk. If God wills it, then we shall be friends again. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;**Sighs**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Also quite upset about JingWei's new behaviour towards me. Like he hates me to the core. Well, we were good friends about a month ago. So what on earth stirred up? I wish we could be friends again. And I wont mind if he says ShahRukh Khan eats crows. Or will I? I seriously hate what has come over us. I miss the good old times when we used to talk at Science Labs. I want it back. I dont exactly know how all started. I think it started about a week to SYF Choir. He was like emo-ing. A lot. He started being cold towards me. I thought it's the SYF stress and it would be over as soon as SYF is over. Well, he isn't that cold, but still cold. I seriously hope everything gets back to normal. &amp;amp;if it is my fault why he is like that, then I AM SOOO SORRY. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Mid years... Getting stressed up. White hairs? Nope. Not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;yet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;, at least. I see it coming in my 'O' level year. &amp;amp;I'm getting soo vain. I just counted the amounts and types of cosmetics I won, and it is alarmingly high. When I asked Jazztine to tell me how vain am I from a scale of 1 to 10, she said I am not vain what. Then I explained my cosmetics data to her. She said it is normal for teen girls to want to look good. Then she called herself abnormal 'cos she doesnt care about how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;she &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;looks. LOL. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;That's all for now folks! &amp;amp;thank me for updating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-3659804283532932206?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/3659804283532932206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=3659804283532932206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/3659804283532932206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/3659804283532932206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/05/aaaarrgghh-never-post-for-long-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-6002256127707758980</id><published>2009-04-06T19:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:53:35.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Hello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Random sia. So sick. Seriously sick. Sick physically. I am not sick like that perverted AMOS CHEN!! Anyways... I ended up in the hospital. Changi General Hospital. Ended up there at about.... 10 p.m., I should think? Had to rush there 'cos of my random fits(I have not lost my sanity, yet.) and Miss Teong's frightening SMS. If you are from 1bee, don't bother asking for Miss Teong's number. 'Cos I won't tell! Ha ha, I love being evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Was diagnosed with bronchitis!! Aaaaarrrrgggghhhh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I was sick on...Let me try to remember...Thursday morning. On Thursday morning, well, not exactly. 'Cos the sickness was so minor, that I didn't exactly feel it. It started off with a pathetic, minor sore throat. Then, I was growing weaker &amp;amp;weaker. Started losing my cheerfulness. Then during CMT, which my second favourite, I started loosing my voice. And ended up vomiting. Vomited outside the classroom, phew, what a major cleaning up was avoided. I still remember Lee lao shi's expression when I told her I need to vomit. She rushed me out of class. Here &amp;amp;there. Finally vomited in the dustbin. Forcefully sent to the sick bay by NAZLAH A. HAMID(Gonna getcha for that)! Spent about fifteen minutes there. Got back up. Miss Toh was there for Maths. She asked me if I was ok, 'cos I still looked weak. I said I am ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; to check if my temperature felt warm. She said it did feel warm. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Then I started having a severe headache. I put my head down on my table to rest. According to Sabrina, WeiLing &amp;amp;WanLin, my eyes turned red(Oh, how dreadful I must have looked!). Then next was English by Miss Teong. She saw I was sick. But we were due for a class test! Aaaaaarrrrggghhh! She asked me if I wanted to do the test on another day, but I said I was fie. After all, I only had the summary left. Soon after, I felt my temperature rise. I asked Miss TeongMinQi accompanied me downstairs to the Geeral Office to check my temperature using a thermometer. Hopeless. By the time I reached there, the temperature was back to normal. Back up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;On the way back I needed to vomit again. But no vomit, 'cos there wasn't any food in me to be vomited. LOL. Later on was NAPFA. At first I was determined to go through NAPFA. But chickened out in the end. Went to doctor. Gave me medicines which had no freaking effect. FEVER!!! Told Miss Teong by SMS that I wouldn't attend school the next day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Arh, later then update! BYEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-6002256127707758980?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/6002256127707758980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=6002256127707758980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/6002256127707758980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/6002256127707758980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-random-sia.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-5081600933473281155</id><published>2009-03-26T19:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:36:54.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Hour!!! Vote Mama Earth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/ScuSojt_YyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/tlwKZ6X7oEY/s1600-h/earth+hour.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/ScuSojt_YyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/tlwKZ6X7oEY/s320/earth+hour.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317505010521563938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/BIDISH%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advertisements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; Earthlings!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;On 28 March(This Sat) Please switch off your lights/electrical appliances from 8.30pm-9.30pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This is to show your stand against Global Warming. I'm sure you guys do certainly do give a damn about your little baby, the Earth??!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So do do that, kays? For more information on how you can give your stand against global warming, you can visit this website: http://www.earthhour.org/home/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It is seriously a good thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/BIDISH%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I mean, dude, we caused all this...Why can't we just simply switch off our lights for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1 freaking hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;? Let's DO IT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-5081600933473281155?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/5081600933473281155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=5081600933473281155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/5081600933473281155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/5081600933473281155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/03/advertisements-to-earthlings-on-28.html' title='Earth Hour!!! Vote Mama Earth!'/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/ScuSojt_YyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/tlwKZ6X7oEY/s72-c/earth+hour.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-7101903044913241067</id><published>2009-03-20T20:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T16:52:30.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Birthday Quizzz!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;                          Name a friend from A to Z.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Aikanshi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Bibi Fatima Rimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Chia Wan Lin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Drima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Eunice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Farah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Goh Min Qi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;HongHui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Isha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Jonathan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;KengWei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Loraine Ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Muhd Faris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Ng YuKee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Ong Shan Tian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;PeiShan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Q...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Ritika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Syazana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Tan Joyce-Lynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Undram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Vaness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Wang ZhuoJing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;XinYun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Y. Sathisswaran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Zakirah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;How many siblings does A have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;What does B sms you about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I don have her number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;What is C's nickname?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;WanWan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;How did you get to know D?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;School?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;How desparate is E ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;My Girlfriends are not sick, ok?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;How much younger is F than you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Few months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Do you think you'll fall in love with G?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Chee...You Think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Are H and I together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;They are not lesbians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;What happens if J suddenly turns into your enemy ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Nothing much...Broken limbs, disfigured face...I'll give him discount 'cos he would be an ex-friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Under what conditions will K and L get married ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;When they are the last humans on Planet Earth. Reproduction, hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;How many people you know with M's name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;A lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Do You enjoy talking on the phone with N?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;We don't talk on the phone frequently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Do you think O noes P?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I dont think so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;How geeky is Q ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;No Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Is R very popular?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;She? She's my darn sucky niece whom I was forced to take to the movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;What happens if S likes you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm gonna FAINT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Is T a very random person ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;How are U and V related ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Dont think so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Do you take W as anything other than a friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;no way!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;When was the last time you met with X?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;When she hadn't transferred out to AHS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Are Y and Z enemies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Of A to Z which do you love most and will give love ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Have you ever loved and confessed to anyone from A to Z?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Have YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-7101903044913241067?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/7101903044913241067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=7101903044913241067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/7101903044913241067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/7101903044913241067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthday-quizzz-name-friend-from-to-z.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-5711049350888432737</id><published>2009-03-20T16:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T16:41:40.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;HappY BirthdaY To Me!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;*Claps*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I wanna thank everyone who joined yesterday's great escape theme park &amp;amp;bowling event! I really missed you, Zakirah!! I wanna thank Joanne for her cute gift. &amp;amp;MinQi for her e-card!! It makes a huge difference! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;*Sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;On my birthday I am soooo busy... SYF is next week! OMG! Luckily Drama starts after 9th April! So cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-5711049350888432737?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/5711049350888432737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=5711049350888432737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/5711049350888432737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/5711049350888432737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-to-me-claps-i-wanna.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-3173692382166784927</id><published>2009-03-17T16:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T16:50:33.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Je&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;t'aime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ShahRukh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; &amp;amp;Edward &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;chéri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Weird opening, huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;, it's French for, "I love you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ShahRukh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; &amp;amp;Edward darling!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Nothing to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;doooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Onlineee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;... More language translations?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Here's Korean:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Saranghae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;! Applies to the same pair of guys in my life...Edward &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ShahRukh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LARH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Japanese?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ANATA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; NO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;MANKO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; HO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;NAMETAI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; DES!!! Same people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;againnnn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;...*Sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Todayyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Still pissed that the movie programme. Cancelled-again! What the hell! Postponed-again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Woa&lt;/span&gt; Lao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Nevermind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Had Maths Olympiad! I like, so wanna go for the competition! Added to my certificate! Then can go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;VJC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Wooohooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;! Quite fun... Learnt new stuff. So cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Had Maths tuition. Sort of. 'Cos it's illegal for teachers under MOE to give tuition to their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;own students&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;! &amp;amp;This was exclusively given by Miss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Toh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;!! She rocks, dude!! After clarifying some mathematical problems with her, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;MinQi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; &amp;amp;I talked/chatted with her...about life &amp;amp;all... She gave cool advises! It was a fruitful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;dayyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;...*Sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Really Looking Forward To &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;! Can't wait! If only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Zakirah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; &amp;amp;Jonathan &amp;amp;Jervis &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Faris&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Why am I sighing so much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-3173692382166784927?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/3173692382166784927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=3173692382166784927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/3173692382166784927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/3173692382166784927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/03/je-taime-shahrukh-mon-cheri-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-5055962039820479854</id><published>2009-03-15T12:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T12:52:29.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Woooohooooo!!!! Oh yeah! Uh-huh, Uh-huh, Uh-huh! Cik-a-wawa, cik-a-wawa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;OK, that was serious randomness.... Not really, actually. 'Cos, I am expressing my happiness &amp;amp;excitement. The annual March holidays have started! But they are not really holidays. I am busy practically everyday. Tomorrow, movie(hope it's not cancelled). Tuesday, Maths Olympiad(must pay $60! I am edusave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;-less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;!). Wednesday, Olympiad &amp;amp;Dance(SYF is in another freaking 2 weeks! Woa Lao!). Thursday, day out with a lot of 1-bees at Escape &amp;amp;bowling. Friday, Dance &amp;amp;Olympiad. Saturday, stupid Mother Tongue lessons at Tiong Bahru. Sunday, free for ONCE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Then my Mrs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Yesterday I reached my M.T. school early &amp;amp;saw a SMS from Jazztine. She asked about the Thursday-Day-Out. I tried explaining some stuff via SMS, but realised that verbal explanation would be better. So I tried explaining whatever I could via SMS &amp;amp;asked her to call me soon. Lessons started after a while. No call from Jazztine yet. &amp;amp;I had forgotten to keep my hand phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; on silent mode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Shamim started explaining some really complicated language-cum-literature stuff. Everyone needed to seriously &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;focus &amp;amp;concentrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;. But, as usual, I couldn't. 'Cos I was thinking about you-know-whos. Yes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; of them. Just when I thought I could cancentrate, my hand phone started ringing. Jazztine. Yes, my ringtone was ShahRukh's song(Ajab Si, listen @youtube, it's a wonderful song). Everyone was staring at me. 'Cos their concentration was broken...Because of ME! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I immediately pressed that red button to cut the call. Again it rang. Again I press the button. This time I pressed the silent mode button. But the vibration was loud. OMG. Soon, the calls stopped. I don't blame Jazztine a bit. I blame my awful MOTHER TONGUE SCHOOL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&amp;amp;There was a new girl. New to Singapore too. Sarah. She hasn't gotten into a secondary school as of yet. But she is 14 this year. 'Cos she has graduated from Class Seven back at home. Poor thing. Must repeat. **Sighs**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;She didn't sit for PSLE. So there is little scope for her to enter an autonomous school if she deserves. I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;looking down at non-autonomous schools, OK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;OMG, I am like so excited for the Thursdy trip!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;There is me, MinQi, Vaness, JingWei, WanLin, Sathiss, ShaoYu, JiaXin, Jazztine, Loraine Ng, Joanne, ZhuoJing, Zoe &amp;amp;...some others I don't really remember. It's for my b'dae!! Oh yeah! Actually it was supposed to be on Friday, my actual b'dae day. But I have dance. So on Thursday lorh. Better actually. One day earlier. LOL &amp;amp;hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;That's all for now folks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Ja Arimasen!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-5055962039820479854?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/5055962039820479854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=5055962039820479854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/5055962039820479854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/5055962039820479854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/03/woooohooooo-oh-yeah-uh-huh-uh-huh-uh.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-6525510095262804453</id><published>2009-03-08T17:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T17:52:27.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Oh Fishhhhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Barber on Saturday with some friends. Yeah, about that. The programme was cancelled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Some of you guys will know that I was bragging about watching a ShahRukh Khan movie, BilluEverything was fine until I received a phone call from Maisha on Friday evening. She said Ash can't make it for some unknown reasons, but she herself can make it. But I wanted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;both &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;of them. 'Cos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; of them are one of my BFFs. So I just told Maisha, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; We postponed the programme to the March holidays, 'cos Ash &amp;amp;Maisha are never free on Sundays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I am not regretting the instant decision-yet. I haven't called Ash ever since. May be I'll call her now &amp;amp;ask her for the reason. &amp;amp;Also to confirm the next date. Oh, I also changed the movie. We are going to watch another movie. ShahRukh one-duh. Rab ne bana di jodi. In plain English, the pair made in heaven. Cool movie. It was released on 6 December 2008. I have already watched the movie whilst I was in India. But I have not watched it with Ash &amp;amp;Maisha yet. Billu Barber will be officially watched by us together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Next Term&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Addios Amigos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-6525510095262804453?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/6525510095262804453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=6525510095262804453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/6525510095262804453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/6525510095262804453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-fishhhhhh-barber-on-saturday-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-4078687891159095387</id><published>2009-03-06T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:45:51.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;OMG, I feel so pathetic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Today Miss Teong changed Zoe, Syazana &amp;amp;my sitting position. Now I am at Zoe's ex-place. WAWAWAWAWAWAWA&lt;cries&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I wanna go back to my place!! I already started missing everyone, MinQi, Sathiss, Jonathan, Zakirah, YuKee, Jervis, Faris, Syazwan, JingWei, within the first few minutes!!! WAWA! I wanna go back to my old place! Truly, old is gold. No, even better, diamond, platinum...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I so badly want to go back to my old gold that I even wrote a personal journal, pleading about the sitting arrangement, to Miss Teong. Hopefully, she is kind to let me off this once. I think I know why my place has been shifted. I talk too much. That's why, Miss Teong told me that, "I hope you are more focused at your work."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Arghhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Wo lao, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I did not even open my mouth. I was like so emo, which I like totally detest. &amp;amp;my expression was like so bored. Pathetic. Practically everyone whose name I had mentioned above, miss me too. They say that their life is like so quiet. Awwww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I WANNA GO BACK, MISS TEONG!!!! PLEASE! JUST THIS ONCE! I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-4078687891159095387?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/4078687891159095387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=4078687891159095387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/4078687891159095387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/4078687891159095387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg-i-feel-so-pathetic.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-2710756207666666514</id><published>2009-03-02T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:43:35.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Ok, another post...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Today I was coming back home with YuKee, Lorraine Ong &amp;amp;ShanTian from DSS(the pathetic 28). Interchanged the bus opposite Tampines Mart(or so it is called) with YuKee. At that bus stop I met the twins from CKPS: Khairiah &amp;amp;Khairinah!!! Wooohooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;The four of us ended up taking the pathetic 38, though YuKee protested. She wanted to take 9 with me as we were going to Popular to check if the Eclipse &amp;amp;Breaking Dawn were out. So we boarded the 38 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;arh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;. It was soo crowded, NOT. Ok, half of it is true. Half 'cos, people were simply jamming the front. They don't want to move to the rear. So frustrating!! &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Then one old ucle came along &amp;amp;started scolding us for not moving to the back. I understand his concern, but why blame the innocents? I bet he wouldn't dare to say that to those who started it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Nevermind, there was one lady who decided to sit at the outer seat(I have no idea why). She was blocking other people from sitting there. I was so pissed with her &amp;amp;the other two ladies who were were doing so. Anyways, the first lady was right behind me. I thought that she so had to pay, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;So I just decided to bang(not the exact word I am looking for...Help?) her delicate, little face with my awsome Polar One bag. She was getting frustrated &amp;amp;ended up sitting on the window seat. NOOB! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;That's all for now folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-2710756207666666514?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/2710756207666666514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=2710756207666666514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/2710756207666666514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/2710756207666666514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/03/ok-another-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-4911184673562786684</id><published>2009-03-02T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T17:18:37.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" width="425" height="344"&gt;Yo people, this is Love Mera Hit Hit. Cool right, pro right? I know, he is my hubby what?! I am very picky &amp;amp;choosy about maritial life... It is a question of my life, hello?! I know, I am being drama-mama. But I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am &lt;/span&gt;in Stage Arts Drama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my favourite part is the female hip hop(my hips don't hop, Pooja). It starts at the third minute. Cool, right?! That is my message to my hubbies! Haha... Anyways, I told ShahRukh not to use the word my girl is so sexy(translation from Hindi to English, the very second line of the whole song). 'Cos I am his girl. Oh my God, he is so flattering! LOL, JK! JK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just enjoyeee &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;larh&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fVfX2-oem98&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fVfX2-oem98&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-4911184673562786684?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/4911184673562786684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=4911184673562786684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/4911184673562786684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/4911184673562786684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/03/yo-people-this-is-love-mera-hit-hit.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-6836023262516510845</id><published>2009-02-24T18:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T19:27:33.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Yo people, 'sup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Haha, I forgot to post something quite funny. It was supposed to be published last Monday-'cos that's how old the incident is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;One fine Monday morning,...Wait! It can't be a fine morning! 'Cos I was running freaking late for my school! Shit! So I decided to hurry up &amp;amp;ended up alighting at the first Tampines bus stop. But I was/am not very sure about which buses to take from there in order to reach DSS. I waited &amp;amp;waited. My beloved saviour, 28 had not arrived. Instead, a lot other bus services arrived. So, I just started scanning the arriving buses for clues of Dunmanites, so that I can follow them &amp;amp;end up in DSS. Soon after(28 still had not arrived), 59 arrived. I found 2 DUNMANITES in it! Wooohooo! So I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;kena &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;follow them &amp;amp;boarded that bus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;larh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;. The bus went through a very...unfamiliar place. So I just kept a very tight watch on the 2 Dunmanites, checking when the hell they were alighting. I kept on anxiously glancing my watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Suddenly, the 2 Dunmanites alighted at this particular &amp;amp;unfamiliar stop. So I also alighted, following them. Then the 2 of them started walking &amp;amp;walking. &amp;amp;sped off. T.T So I dedcided to head to the bus stop. &amp;amp;to my pleasure, there was a 29!!! Woooohooo! Yeah, baby! When I boarded the bus, the driver asked me where I was going to. But I didn't reply, as he said it in an angry tone &amp;amp;I thought he was angry at me. Then he started going through this unfamiliar place. So I politely asked the driver if he had crossed DSS already. &amp;amp;he went, "Ya larh, that's why I ask you where you going!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&amp;amp;I was like, SHIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I simply alighted at the next stop. &lt;glances&gt; Shit, not much time is left! I just decide to run back to the previous stop where I boarded the 29. But it was too far! Shit! I had to do a lot of jay walking. &amp;amp;I nearly had &lt;/glances&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; accidents. Wow. I decided to pay through my nose &amp;amp;take a taxi. No choice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;marh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;! I finally got a taxi &amp;amp;boarded it. I told the uncle, "Dunman Sec, please"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;He was like, "Ya, where is that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Me: Tampines &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;larh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Driver: Ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;larh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;, but where? Which street?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Me:&lt;at&gt; Ummmm... Not sure &lt;/at&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;lerh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;       &lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Driver: Nevermind. Got what school around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Me: Not sure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;larh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;, but got one school, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;arhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;. Donnoe the name, but the uniform is blue colour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;        &lt;like&gt;&lt;/like&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Driver: NEVERMIND! Ohhh...Is it the one at street 45?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Me: May be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Driver: Ya, it's that one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;So he drove to Street 45. Then he drove pass Tampines Junior College aka. TPJC. &amp;amp;I went, "Oh ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;horh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;! My school is around here! I can guide you now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Driver: No need. Uncle know where Dunman is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;So he drove to there. The fee was about $8+. But the uncle was sweet to reduce it to $5! So sweet. Arrigatou Gozaimasu. I wasn't really late. But still late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&amp;amp;today i killed a honnet by stepping on it! JingWei told me that I die. Why? because the honnet will let go of a certain substance(if it is murdered) that attracts other honnets who will detect the murderer via his/her smell. &amp;amp;sting him/her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;larh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;! Die liao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Jia Youus to 1bee choir members for the audition! Hope you get through it &amp;amp;there is no more auditions!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-6836023262516510845?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/6836023262516510845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=6836023262516510845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/6836023262516510845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/6836023262516510845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/02/yo-people-sup-haha-i-forgot-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-845907185307542925</id><published>2009-02-22T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T18:52:23.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" href="http://s374.photobucket.com/albums/oo188/Bidisha_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Animation3-10.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i374.photobucket.com/albums/oo188/Bidisha_photo/Animation3-10.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Enjoyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-845907185307542925?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/845907185307542925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=845907185307542925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/845907185307542925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/845907185307542925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/02/enjoyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-7273191636622069447</id><published>2009-02-22T17:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T18:09:26.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Hey people!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Yesterday was the annual Care &amp;amp;Share Day @Dunman. It's a lot like CKPS's annual Entrepreneurship Day. Except that non-Dunmanites were heartily welcomed to Care &amp;amp;Share Day unlike Entrepreneurship Day. I feel that 1B's Jousting was a sort of failure. &amp;amp;I really, truly, seriously blame MYSELF. Had it not been me, then this idea would have never evolved. So wouldn't  the failure. Actually, the idea of the jousting came from last year's Entrepreneurship Day. 6A '08 had a game empire. Of these, there was a game called "Gladiators". It is exactly the same as 1B's Jousting except for it was a hit. Well, things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;different at Secondary school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;In CKPS, there was like a whole set of people who queued up for the game. The coupon box was like over flowing with coupons. &amp;amp;so I thought that the same thing would happen at Secondary school. But it is different. I should have paid heed when some seniors of our twining class mentioned that why would people pay for whacking themselves. Sigh.... Too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Most of the coupons were actually a form of charity. Some of our classmates used &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;coupons to play. Ohhhh... How sweet... Arrigatou Gozaimasu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;I'd like to thank the whole of 1Bee including Miss Teong for their support to this flop(Yup, I finally mustered the courage to type that word).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;OK, enough of lamenting. Back to the normal me. Yay! The Teacher's Concert was freaking&lt;/span&gt; funny, man! I mean, can you &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;imagine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;that the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;discipline masters &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;of a school making a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; fool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;of themselves?! Well, we didn't have to imagine that, 'cos we saw it for real! Mr Bernard was  Bomb-eye. Name sounds familiar? Well, it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;actually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Bombay. Yeah, the same place where there was a terrorist attack on 26 November 2008. Yeah, yeah, whatever. So, Mr Bernard was wearing a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;saree &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&amp;amp;dressed like an Indian woman with long hair. Funny? Uh-huh. &amp;amp;he was behaving like a woman too. Ya larh, you can say he was a gay that time. Plus, Mr Bernard did a wacky dance pose when asked to show his talent. I immediately realised that he was going to do a Bollywood dance item. Zakirah was next to me. I told her, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Sekali &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Mr Bernard dance to a ShahRukh Khan song! Hahaha!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;But Mr Bernard did dance to a ShahRukh Khan song! OMG! It is quite an old song from DilwaleDulhaniya Le Jayenge. Tujhe Dekha To Yeh Jaana Sanam. I was like OMG!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Mr Bernard did loads of funny steps. The funniest of all when he dragged Mr Teo &amp;amp;dancing around him like he was flirting with Mr Teo. LOL!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Plus, the Malay discipline master came up as a Hungarian fencing chap! She started blabbering in Hungarian language too. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-7273191636622069447?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/7273191636622069447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=7273191636622069447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/7273191636622069447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/7273191636622069447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey-people-yesterday-was-annual-care.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-2912930181899927417</id><published>2009-02-15T18:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T18:41:49.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HcndkwI7Igo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HcndkwI7Igo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-2912930181899927417?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/2912930181899927417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=2912930181899927417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/2912930181899927417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/2912930181899927417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-2371806794706129735</id><published>2009-02-14T11:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T18:33:28.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Hey lovers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Great day for lovers yesterday, eh? Valentine's Day. Except that I have no valentine. I don't intend to have one either. Especially after what MC said last year about BGR. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Just came back from Tampines Regional Library. Was there to do CME project. Yes, I know that the deadline is over. But I had sent it to Miss Teong via email as attachment. But Miss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Teong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; could not open it. So I had to hand it in through my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; thumb drive. On Monday. Since we are given extra time, we might as well as make it better, right? So that is exactly what my group &amp;amp;I did. Yeah, so now its done. Cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;About the individual project, I realised something quite...no, very funny. These days I have been posting about Michael the arrogant right? Yeah, so I realised that one of my project's pictures had Michael's big BUTT's picture. Oh fish. It had ended up with Miss Teong now. I don't think that she will notice that, but still...Oh, Nevermind! Shall I show that snap shot? Nah, may be next time. Laziness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Whatever. So, did you see the youtube video about ShahRukh's latest movie's song? Well, it has a lot of...Oh well, you see it for yourself! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Seen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I had no idea about the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;content &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;of this song at first. But I had heard the audio...It was nice. So one fine day, I switched on my comp. and decided to go to youtube &amp;amp;check out this song. Before that, I got my ShahRukh-crazy bro to watch the video. FYI, he is 4 &amp;amp;does not really speak. He speaks... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;so-so lar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;So there sat me &amp;amp;my bro watching that video. I was cool with it. Well not exactly. ShahRukh is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;my hubby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;. Just had no care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;larh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;. But my bro was like, "Ooooh! Shahlu Khan! &amp;amp; the other girl!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Ok, that was funny. Gotta go! Bye Amigos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-2371806794706129735?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/2371806794706129735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=2371806794706129735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/2371806794706129735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/2371806794706129735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey-lovers-great-day-for-lovers.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-2375474740285870299</id><published>2009-02-11T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:46:26.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/shah%20rukh%20khan" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm139/LadyRed1980/shahrukh11.jpg" alt="Shah Rukh Khan Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;OMGGGGG!!!! He is so cute! Such a hunk, cutieee!!! So hottt!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;screeeeeeeeeaaaaaams!!!!&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Was randomly looking for pictures in photobucket.com when I saw this cute shot!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I am still screaming my head off!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-2375474740285870299?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/2375474740285870299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=2375474740285870299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/2375474740285870299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/2375474740285870299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/02/omggggg-he-is-so-cute-such-hunk-cutieee.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-9187342570182692145</id><published>2009-02-11T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:34:49.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Hi Amigos!!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Well, I just finished bathing. I came back from school at about 7.30 p.m. Not so long ago eh? So, what exactly was I doing at school? Studying? CCAs? Or better yet, detention? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;NAAAHHHH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Just came back from an excursion at the Singapore Science Centre. 8 people from each Sec. 1 class went there to watch the OmneMax Show. The Alps. Quite interesting. I would recommend this movie to you if you are interested in Geography like me, or are interested in the Swiss tourism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;It's...not really a long story how I was one of the 8 people who ended up there. About a week or 2 ago, during Geo classes, Mrs Ng(My Geo teacher, she rocks) asked who wanted to go to the Science Centre to watch the show. A lot of people raised up their hands, obviously. So she concluded that the top 8 of the previous test would be the lucky ones. MinQi &amp;amp;I became elated as we both got 10/11! So far, we had not seen anyone who had gotten full marks. So we were pretty much sure that we would be selected. And we did get selected! But in the end MinQi could not make it because of her tuition :( So Lorraine Ong took over her place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I got my dad to sign the consent form. But before even signing the form, he asked, "Is it free?" Aiyo!!! Typical miser dad. But he was glad to know that it cost $0.00!!! So cool, horh?! DSS lerh! Autonomous since 2001!!! JKJK!!! I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;soooo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;don't want to be like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Michael aka. Michelle! LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;On the way to the Science Centre, all of us-in the bus in which I was travelling- brandished our phones. We killed the time by bluetooth-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; here and there. Bleutooth-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;ing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;songs, pictures. You get the list, don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Today, again Michael the arrogant strikes!! This time, I could not resist! I did not bottle up my feelings any more, after all, I'm quite a frank &amp;amp;out spoken person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;That &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Michael kept on saying during Science,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;"You have no brains!" "You have no brains!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;   Hello? Everyone has a brain! The question is how much you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;use &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;it! So much for being a good speaker! So I just blurted out my thoughts &amp;amp;joined hands with JingWei. We criticised him a lot. Do you think he kept mum? We called him a big fish, source of contamination &amp;amp;practically everything that we thought about him. Did he feel guilty? Not at all! He just kept on saying, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;"You have no brains!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; Hopeless!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Before Science, we had Geo classes. We were split into groups of 7. Michael &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;the fatso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;, wanted to join our group. But Sathiss, I &amp;amp;everyone else in our group detested that. But he simply would not take no for an answer! OMG, so rude!!! He said, "It is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;saya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;who chooses the group. &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;saya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; choose this group!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I was like, "I shall do the honour by asking Mrs Ng all about the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;saya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;group thing!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I requested Mrs Ng to get rid of that eclipse from our group, but she simply said we must put up with him. No matter how arrogant or irritating he is. Argggh. I simply told him to shut his mouth if he wants to be arrogant or talk crap. He did not talk. Nor did he contribute anything to the group! Noob.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;At the end of the lesson, Mrs Ng said, "I hope you have enjoyed your group activity."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Michael said, "No, it was so boring!" So RUDE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;By then Michael had shifted back to his place. So I turned back &amp;amp;told Sathiss that Michael did not enjoy the lesson since he did not get a chance to boast or talk. Haha, Sathiss &amp;amp;Jonathan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Chong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;agreed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Gotta go, Amigos! See ya soon!!! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-9187342570182692145?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/9187342570182692145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=9187342570182692145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/9187342570182692145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/9187342570182692145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi-amigos-d-well-i-just-finished.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-5667000594632491093</id><published>2009-02-09T20:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T17:53:12.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Ok, enough of being serious, regretful or cheated. Now its back to the usual me!! Cheeky, bubbly and happy go lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Today I was-not just today, but other days too- so goddamned pissed by that ****ing Michael Khoo. Wife of Adam Khoo. LOL. He is freaking arrogant! Here goes on of our conversation. It was on the day we were assigned what our CCAs would be. Mines was stage arts drama. This conversation took place when everyone left. Only Michael &amp;amp;I were left in the class. Here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Michael: So, Bidisha, you got into stage arts drama? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Me: Yeah, I like talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Michael: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;laughs&gt;&lt;/laughs&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But I'm a better speaker than you, you know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Me:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;simply&gt;&lt;/simply&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I used to get quite pleasing marks for oral when I was in my primary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Michael: How much would that be? 20 to 26? LAMEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Me: &lt;can't&gt;&lt;can't&gt;&lt;/can't&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;can't&gt;&lt;/can't&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Michael: Everytime, when my teacher asks, "Class do you know who got the highest marks for oral?" my classmates will be like, "MICHAEL!!!". I will always get almost full marks. You lerh? Nothing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;living&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; for oral.[I so didn't want to say that! I don't want to stoop to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;level of arrogance]&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Michael: So, how's your mother tongue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Me: I suck! I suck, I suck in mother tongue!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;being&gt;&lt;/being&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Michael: AIYOOOO! How will you cope with your grades!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;My personal opinions &amp;amp;thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Well, this conversation confirmed the rumours about Michael being arrogant. He should come down to Earth. Unless I am mistaken, no one is his friend. Mainly because of his arrogance. Hello? Buck up. There is so much more to this stuck up Michael. May be some other time? Can't speak about a fatso so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Another thing I am irritated by is(not so much arh) Nazlah. I found her quite annoying when she was blocking my way to catch Syazana, who snatched my mobile and threatened to delete some priceless pictures. Nobody asked Nazlah to do so. So why exactly did she block me for. She nearly punched me with her burly fists when I threatened to bite!! How annoying. But I am getting over it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Another incident about Nazlah occurred last week, Tuesday, during PE. We were running for the NAPFA 2.4km run. Nazlah was not even running. I was running. But slow larh as usual. Nazlah was far behind me when she asked me to stop and wait for her. I decided to wait for her. But instead of even brisk walking, she took her own sweet time to reach to me. After a while, I simply gestured her to run to catch up. I so could not wait any longer! Moreover, our running was being timed!! Why should I sacrifice that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;That's all for now folks! See ya soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/living&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-5667000594632491093?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/5667000594632491093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=5667000594632491093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/5667000594632491093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/5667000594632491093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/02/ok-enough-of-being-serious-regretful-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-9076062211163961161</id><published>2009-02-09T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:55:57.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Hey Guys!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I really waiting for this goddamed laptop to get over the not responding Windows Movie Maker. So I decided to post something instead! Yeah, me &amp;amp;my group are doing a mini movie for the CME project!! OMG, it due this Friday! How pathetic can this get? There is another project that is pending also due on this Friday. Today, I(I think YuKee also) felt vey betrayed. Very betrayed. For the past six years(2003-2008) in CKPS, our English teachers taught us something wrong which caused me(&amp;amp;may be YuKee too) to be seriously embarassed. The following English Compre question are for ex-Changkateers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Which sentence tells you that....?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;What would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;answer be? Will it be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It is "blah blah blah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Well, you are totally wrong. Shocked? Does it feel like the ground below you gave way and now you are on your knees? Well, that is precisely how I felt when my answer for that kind of question was wrong. Totally, devastatingly, horribly wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I was like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;How could it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;But Jervis, and some of my surrounding classmates told me that it is wrong. Very wrong. The real answer is....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It is"blah blah blah."&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;You must put another full stop to signify the end of the first/main sentance! Oh well, better late than never. Thank God, that i have found out &amp;amp;rectified the mistake. A major mistake. If there is a justification for this, then approach me. You can call or email me. I am open to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; reasonable &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;justifiacations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-9076062211163961161?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/9076062211163961161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=9076062211163961161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/9076062211163961161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/9076062211163961161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey-guys-i-really-waiting-for-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-6940098260861049916</id><published>2009-02-03T17:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T18:18:08.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hey amigos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Forgot to say one thing last post! Happy MOO MOO Year!!! If you are a serious noob &amp;amp;don't understand this, then it means Happy Chinese New Year/CNY/ Lunar New Year!!!! 15 days of fun for those in China or Taiwan!! SO GOOD! If only Singapore gave us 15 days of school holidays! T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I am starting to think that the History teacher is dominating. And wants to be over modern. She recently dyed her hair. Guess the colour of her hair! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;PURPLEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Eeeeeeeeek!! So gross! Nevermind, she thinks she looks pretty. But most of my class thinks she is not. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Today was probably the worst PE lesson of my life!!! You know our school, Dunman, is so huge! Our PE teacher made us run a whole round around the school!! Aiiyo! Then, after all that running, we started playing badminton immediately-without any breaks!!! How pathetic sia! By the end of the lesson, I was like soaking wet matun, I was drenched in my stinking sweat!!!! Ewwwww! My shirt was wet. And then, I was like freaking tired man. After PE was recess. After which, it was Science by Mdm Salha. Usually my class is very chirpy every time. But because everyone was damn tired from the PE lesson, we could not bother to be chirpy. I had only enough energy to pay attention to everything except for the part, "How to use a Vernier Caliper?" And shit! I have a upcoming Science test...TILL VERNIER CALIPERS!!!!!!!! Shit!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Gotta study that now/quickly!!! Or else-die!!&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/5551406241122125415-6940098260861049916?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/6940098260861049916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=6940098260861049916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/6940098260861049916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/6940098260861049916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey-amigos-forgot-to-say-one-thing-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-5023703401461538409</id><published>2009-02-01T18:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T19:28:00.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Hey people!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Ok, so I won't go into details about my trip to India. Because, it was about a month ago!! I have short-term memory loss, so don't expect me to go into details. I just remember a few &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;SERIOUSLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; important stuff. Like I openly declared that I am ShahRukh Khan's second &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;WIFE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&amp;amp;my favourite cousin declared that she is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Shahid Kapoor's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WIFE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Shahid Kapoor is some gay flop Hindi actor. His lips are as huge as sausage buns(Sorry Nicholas V.,your title is lost)!!! I don't see what she(Barsha) sees in him. May be because he is still a bachelor? LOL. &amp;amp;Since ShahRukh is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ALREADY married, I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;his second wifey!! Well, he does have the rights to marry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;FOUR TIMES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; LOL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Well, just for your information, I got into Dunman Secondary School. Stupid? Autonomous since 2001 lerh! The school is quite cool. But I am always late/last few to enter the school. Mainly because I dilly dally at home while getting ready. Serves me right? Lucky for me, no detention yet!!  But some noob called Nishanth(in my class) got detention because he was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HALF AN HOUR LATE!!!! Eh, come on be reasonable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The poor chap lives in Khatib!! And he was so unfortunate that day, that he missed the bus &amp;amp;had to wait for a long time before the next one drove along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I made a quite a lot of new friends! Now my class knows how talkative I can get. My teacher(Ms Teong-she's cool) came up to me 5 times (or more) during assembly to ask me to shut my big mouth. Of course she did it in a polite way. Also, during the Home Economy cultural fusion presentation, I was the one who did the most of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;talking(&amp;amp;probably the loudest)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;. Same old me. But I don't call myself evil or devil the way I did last year. I want to be...er......angelic?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;As for my CCAs, I chose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; DANCE as my second CCA. Now I am in SYF!!! First time!! Haha. The main CCA results are not out yet. But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; our school went on the preference system of choosing. Pretty much the same as the S1 posting system thiggi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Preferences:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;1) Stage Arts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;  reason: I can do a lot of talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;2) Res Cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;     reason: Mainly because my best friend(Goh MinQi) wants to get in Red Cross. Also the              uniform is pretty. Plus, I can get more points&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;3) NPCC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; reason: The uniform is pretty. And there is adventure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;4) Library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;     reason: I loved doing library works in Changkat!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;5) Netball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;     reason: I can grow taller!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Stupid reasons? Whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;There is this boy(Sathiss)...Not BGR larh, you dirty minded sicko! He is like...Not handsome larh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;, you dirty minded sicko! He is like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; KARTHI!!!! He is quite a Maths whizz. Fat, Tamil(I'm NOT a racist), Gay. Haha! Yesterday, Andrew Kun &amp;amp;I were MSNing. I told him about Sathiss. He suggested that Sathiss is Karthi's GRANDSON!!! HAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, gotta go. Bye &amp;amp;see ya! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-5023703401461538409?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/5023703401461538409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=5023703401461538409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/5023703401461538409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/5023703401461538409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey-people-ok-so-i-wont-go-into-details.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-4863129476271544851</id><published>2009-01-05T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:03:58.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;A BIG HIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; to you people!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOL. It has been more than a month since I have been away-from this blog, CKPS '08 &amp;amp;Singapore. I'll be honest &amp;amp;say that I didn't really miss you guys... Cos I have my whole family tree back there. It has been about 4 hours since my plane landed in Changi Int'l Airport. Well,the best part about this year's trip was that I spent a month without my parents(&amp;amp;that annoying bro). Don't get me wrong. It's not that I hate them or something, but the thing is that I had 101% freedom(which I totally crave for). So where was I?My dad's elder sister's house. It isn't even half the size of my mansion(I am not looking down on them. But the thing is that my aunt wasn't really great in her education, so she had child marriage at the age of 16. And my grandfather was not rich. Hard to believe but my dad, his parents, grandma &amp;amp;4 siblings-1 of them is dead. Don't ask me how, my parents weren't even married then. Plus I don't wanna remind my dad of his dead sister-lived in a mud house. Couldn't afford rich family cos of the high dowry rates. Now we are like filthy rich. That was after my dad got his job.) but I really love that place. Plus, I got like tons of sister-in-laws, big cousin bros(they are like married.), nieces &amp;amp;nephews(on of them is 21. Wow, I am so old). I can really mingle with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TO BE CONTINUEDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-4863129476271544851?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/4863129476271544851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=4863129476271544851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/4863129476271544851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/4863129476271544851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-hiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-2002822205532523498</id><published>2008-11-21T09:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:33:00.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hi Guys, waiting for my flight, 3.30p.m. this afternoon. Won't be back till 6th January 2008. But I won't leave matters undone. First of all a ''forgiveness seeking'' letter to all of those who have known me since P1. To all of them whom I have offended knowingly/unknowingly. But for the following people, I'd like to seek for a super forgiveness. The order of names has no priority order. It's random. Here it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HongHui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sorry for that night, when I made a harsh phone call to you, said all kinds of nasty things to you. But I was in an impulsive mode. I did not really say things to you thoughtfully. After that call, I started to cool down &amp;amp;reflect on what I had done. It was probably the most nasty thing I had ever done to somebody. Well, may be not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I think the most nasty thing that I have ever done is to frame a girl in my mother tounge school. What happened was that I was irritated with her following me everytime. So, I shouted at her "Hey you nerd! Don't you have anything else to do rather than to follow me &amp;amp;leave your wretched footsteps everywhere??"Of course the above dialouge is a censored one. The actual one actually had vulgarities. And then a catfight broke out. I had long nails that time. I did the unthinkable. I scratched that girl's hands till it bled. She threatened to tell the teachers. And I challenged her to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, we found ourselves walking towards the General Office. While walking down the stairs, me &amp;amp;my ex-friend decided to twist the story. We had some chilli sause with us. Using water, we made it more liquid type &amp;amp;blood-like. We spread that ''solution'' on our hands. We put the remaining chilli sause in our eyes, to make fake tears come out. Upon reaching the office, the girl told the teachers the &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; story. After which, me &amp;amp;my ex-friend told them the &lt;em&gt;fake &lt;/em&gt;story. With "blood &amp;amp;tears". The tears managed to do the trick. And my ex-friend &amp;amp;I won. The girl was to stay back after school for 3 hours to clean up the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So may be that was more nasty. But I am sorry to make that phone call. Very SORRY. T.T&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, remember about the fake friends I said? That was a fake. Complete Fake. And about me being your "pity" friend. Well, honestly that was the case last year. But as we went ahead in life, to me our friendship turned out to be... not pity. It was real. Real like any other friendship. And reflecting on those SMSes of yours, some of them, to me, are true. I hope I am blessed enough to recieve your forgiveness. May God bless you. Have a wonderful time in Secondary School &amp;amp;happy holidays! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shafinaz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Well, I don't know how exactly things heated up between us. Or I just don't remember. But I am just sorry if it started with me. And I definately am keeping my fingers crossed for a pleasant friendship... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;God/Allah bless you. May He bestow you with a wonderful life with even more wonderful friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eunice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sorry for slapping &amp;amp;chubbying you. It might have hurt you a lot right? And sorry for doing other kinds of stuff like hitting you or calling you "Eunuch" or "Noob". But I suggest you to keep Uniball Signo. It's a nice brand. LOL! Oh ya, sorry for going overboard with "kns"! But he is not kns! He has a proper name, kays! And I &lt;s&gt;like&lt;/s&gt; love it!! God bless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I don't really remember the rest but if I have not included you, but yet offended you, then I am sorry....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-2002822205532523498?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/2002822205532523498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=2002822205532523498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/2002822205532523498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/2002822205532523498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2008/11/hi-guys-waiting-for-my-flight-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-1616015508559176048</id><published>2008-11-15T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:27:30.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/jofy2-baaR/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/jofy2-baaR/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to 6A '08 &amp;amp;6B '08-except Hakim &amp;amp;LDH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/frenz16/music/dPaymYgC/friends4ever/"&gt;friends4ever - &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives&lt;br /&gt;Where we're gonna be when we turn 25&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking times will never change&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking things will always be the same&lt;br /&gt;But when we leave this year we won't be coming back&lt;br /&gt;No more hanging out cause we're on a different track&lt;br /&gt;And if you got something that you need to say&lt;br /&gt;You better say it right now cause you don't have another day&lt;br /&gt;Cause we're moving on and we can't slow down&lt;br /&gt;These memories are playing like a film without sound&lt;br /&gt;And I keep thinking of that night in June&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know much of love&lt;br /&gt;But it came too soon&lt;br /&gt;And there was me and you&lt;br /&gt;And then we got real blue&lt;br /&gt;Stay at home talking on the telephone&lt;br /&gt;We would get so excited and we'd get so scared&lt;br /&gt;Laughing at ourselves thinking life's not fair&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we go on&lt;br /&gt;We remember&lt;br /&gt;All the times we&lt;br /&gt;Had together&lt;br /&gt;And as our lives change&lt;br /&gt;Come Whatever&lt;br /&gt;We will still be&lt;br /&gt;Friends Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if we get the big jobs&lt;br /&gt;And we make the big money&lt;br /&gt;When we look back now&lt;br /&gt;Will our jokes still be funny?&lt;br /&gt;Will we still remember everything we learned in school?&lt;br /&gt;Still be trying to break every single rule&lt;br /&gt;Will little brainy Bobby be the stockbroker man?&lt;br /&gt;Can Heather find a job that won't interfere with her tan?&lt;br /&gt;I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking it's a time to fly&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As we go on&lt;br /&gt;We remember&lt;br /&gt;All the times we&lt;br /&gt;Had together&lt;br /&gt;And as our lives change&lt;br /&gt;Come Whatever&lt;br /&gt;We will still be&lt;br /&gt;Friends Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La, la, la, la:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;La, la, la, la:&lt;br /&gt;We will still be friends forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?&lt;br /&gt;Can we survive it out there?&lt;br /&gt;Can we make it somehow?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I thought that this would never end&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly it's like we're women and men&lt;br /&gt;Will the past be a shadow that will follow us 'round?&lt;br /&gt;Will these memories fade when I leave this town&lt;br /&gt;I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking it's a time to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As we go on&lt;br /&gt;We remember&lt;br /&gt;All the times we&lt;br /&gt;Had together&lt;br /&gt;And as our lives change&lt;br /&gt;Come Whatever&lt;br /&gt;We will still be&lt;br /&gt;Friends Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As we go on&lt;br /&gt;We remember&lt;br /&gt;All the times we&lt;br /&gt;Had together&lt;br /&gt;And as our lives change&lt;br /&gt;Come Whatever&lt;br /&gt;We will still be&lt;br /&gt;Friends Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As we go on&lt;br /&gt;We remember&lt;br /&gt;All the times we&lt;br /&gt;Had together&lt;br /&gt;And as our lives change&lt;br /&gt;Come Whatever&lt;br /&gt;We will still be&lt;br /&gt;Friends Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Remember the Chorus, it is the most meaningful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-1616015508559176048?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/1616015508559176048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=1616015508559176048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/1616015508559176048'/><link 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I am starting to treasure every moment in CKPS. Laugh at funny &amp;amp;silly incidents. Get angry at myself for being stupid/immature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well, let's start shall we?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hmmm... Let's discuss about the main reason why I had stopped blogging. PSLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ENGLISH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;**LC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I took the exam along with my Mother Tongue LC at Tiong Bahru Examination Hall. Quite easy. Aiming for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;20, or the usual 19&lt;/span&gt;. Not lesser than that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;**ORAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;I think I have gone through that earlier. Well, target is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;27-30&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;**PAPER 1(COMPOSITION &amp;amp;SITUATIONAL WRITING)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;For compo, I used the secret passage(very first compo of 2008) plot. Drugs. Because of which I am aiming for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;33-37&lt;/span&gt;. Why isn't the maximum 40? Let's face the fact, neither am I perfect nor have I ever scored 38-40. It is better if we target what we know we can achieve, lest to fall from the sky (Hindi idiom: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="0"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="0"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="0"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="0"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="0"&gt;आकाश&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="1"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="1"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="1"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="1"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="1"&gt;से&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="2"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="2"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="2"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="2"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="2"&gt;गिरना&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;) &amp;amp;hurt ourselves mentally (physically?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;For Situational Writing, my sixth sense is telling me no full marks this time. Aiming for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;13-15&lt;/span&gt;. This time the maximum is full marks as I had gotten full marks in Situational Writing before. In fact, for the whole of 2008 CAs &amp;amp;SAs, I have been getting full marks. Anyway, its just sixth sense, not God, not the markers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;**PAPER 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;VERY VERY EASY!!! Gosh! That was damn easy! I took 45 minutes to finish Paper2! And I checked the paper thoroughly more than 3 times!! Thanks to my short term memory loss, I don't remember exactly how many times I had checked the paper. OE Comprehension was easy to understand &amp;amp;answer. Aiming for&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 80-93&lt;/span&gt;. But is it a good news or bad? Are you shocked? Good news because there is a high chance that I score near full marks kind of marks. But don't forget, it's near full marks, not full marks. If I felt that this paper is easy, then even the high scorers like Farah, Adorabelle &amp;amp;even the Gifted students must have felt the same. So they will score Full Marks! Die Die Liao!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;~MATHEMATICS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Okay-Okay. A little easy. Aiming for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;83-95&lt;/span&gt;. During the exam, I went a little berserk. For the easy questions, I was getting stuck! My brain simply refused to obey my mathematical commands! I could not calculate! But that would last for a minute or so. But that every single minute counts! Lucky for me, I had enough time to check the paper once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~MOTHER TONGUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;**LC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Okay. Easy. Good. Aiming for a usual &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;**ORAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;I guess I have posted about that previously. Hence, I won't talk much. It went smooth. I didn't pause to "look for correct vocabulary". So that will secure me 3 marks, I guess. And my alphabetical pronunciation was perfect, most likely. So that will be another 5 marks, I guess. So total for oral will be about &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;57/60?&lt;/span&gt; I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;**PAPER 1(COMPOSITION)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Hmmm... Before the exam I read a touching story about...Never mind! I am too lazy to type! Simply go to http://sixsix08.blogspot.com &amp;amp;look for the post on a sister &amp;amp;mother's death. That is the structure of my plot. Added emotions. Well, the reason why I used that plot is easy, I addaed a double climax story structure-something taught by MC, but not by my M.T. Teachers. So, I "recked" my brain and figured there would probably be only 2 markers as there aren't much students. Also, MOE won't allow teachers from my school to mark our school's pupil's papers. Hence, the papers will be exchanged with the other school teaching the same language, which has 2 teachers only. Thus, of all compositions, if they see one &amp;amp;only one with 2 climaxes, won't they award me with more marks for creativity?! Ahhhh, smart move. So my target is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;33-37&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;**PAPER 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;As you people know, since CA1, my marks have been improving by 10marks. The last time it was 82. So based on that, I predict a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;92&lt;/span&gt;. But, the paper was very easy. So you might want to add &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;an extra 3 marks&lt;/span&gt; or so. Not bad, eh?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;~SCIENCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ahhh, the dreaded subject... So far, this year, my results aren't that good. Previously it would be between 70s &amp;amp;80s. Now, it is between 60s &amp;amp;70s. Well, right on time, I managed to solve the unsolved mystery of why my standard had gone down. Or so. Well you see, I would draw concept maps, notes etc etc in my Biology book. But this year I didn't!! How could I had not done that! Arrrhhhh! So recently, just about a week before PSLE Science, I had been doing lots of them. So is my conclusion correct? If yes, that should secure&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; another 10 marks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;******************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;SO THAT'S MY REVIEW ON PSLE AS A WHOLE :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S. Most of you people should know by now that I am a MAJOR SHAHRUKH KHAN FAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So, I spent the whole of the morning &amp;amp;afternoon wactching his movies. Apparently, one of the movies, Om Shanti Om/OSO, had 3 phrases/quotes that I thought were meaningful for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;1st: If you really want something from your heart, then the whole universe will make an effort to make you achieve it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="3"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="3"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="3"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="3"&gt;अगर&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="4"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="4"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="4"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="4"&gt;दिल&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="5"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="5"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="5"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="5"&gt;से&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="6"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="6"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="6"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="6"&gt;कुछ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="7"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="7"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="7"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="7"&gt;पाना&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="8"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="8"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="8"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="8"&gt;कहते&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="9"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="9"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="9"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="9"&gt;हो&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="10"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="10"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="10"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="10"&gt;तो&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="11"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="11"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="11"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="11"&gt;साडी&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="12"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="12"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="12"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="12"&gt;कायनात&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="13"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="13"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="13"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="13"&gt;तुमसे&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="14"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="14"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="14"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="14"&gt;उसे&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="15"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="15"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="15"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="15"&gt;मिलाने&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="16"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="16"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="16"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="16"&gt;की&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="17"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="17"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="17"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="17"&gt;कोशिश&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="19"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="18"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="18"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="18"&gt;में&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="20"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="19"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="19"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="19"&gt;लग&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="21"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="20"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="20"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="20"&gt;जाता&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="22"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="21"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="21"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="21"&gt;है&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="22"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="22"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="22"&gt;।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; (Agar dil se kuch pana chate ho, to saari kayanath tumse use milane ki koshish mein lag jata hai. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;2nd: If you find hard, you will find even God. You definitely did not find hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="73"&gt;धुन्दने&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="24"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="24"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="24"&gt;से&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="32"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="25"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="25"&gt;तो&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="25"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="26"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="26"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;भगवन&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="26"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="27"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="27"&gt;भी&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="27"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="28"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="28"&gt;मिल&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="28"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="29"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="29"&gt;जाता&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="59"&gt;अगर&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="31"&gt;।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="74"&gt;तुमने&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="75"&gt;ज़रूर&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="79"&gt;दिल&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="80"&gt;से&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="81"&gt;नही&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="78"&gt;ढूंडा&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="37"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="38"&gt;।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; (Dhundne se to bhagvan bhi mil jata hai. Tumne zaroor dil se nahi dhunda.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;3rd:  If the end is not  well, it is not the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="39"&gt;।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; The film is still not finished! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="40"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="40"&gt;अगर&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="41"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="41"&gt;अंत&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="42"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="42"&gt;भला&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="43"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="43"&gt;नही&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="44"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="44"&gt;होता&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="45"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="45"&gt;है&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="46"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="46"&gt;तो&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="47"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="47"&gt;वो&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="48"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="48"&gt;अंत&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="49"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="49"&gt;नही&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="50"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="50"&gt;है&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="51"&gt;।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="51"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="52"&gt;पिक्चुरे&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="52"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="53"&gt;अभी&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="53"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="54"&gt;भी&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="54"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="55"&gt;बाकि&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="55"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="56"&gt;है&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="56"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="57"&gt;मेरे&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="57"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="58"&gt;दोस्त&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;! (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="to_transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="59"&gt;Agar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="to_transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="60"&gt;ant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="to_transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="61"&gt;bhala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="to_transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="62"&gt;nahi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="to_transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="63"&gt;hota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="to_transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="64"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="to_transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="65"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; vo ant nahi hai. Picture abhi bhi baki hai!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Anyways, if you think the dialouge is good, then just to tell you that OSO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;wasn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;the best movie of the year. It was the second best movie, first being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;ShahRukh Khan movie, Chak De India!. I suggest Singaporeans/non-Indians don't watch it as it is a patriotic movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-435672690909017579?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/435672690909017579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=435672690909017579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/435672690909017579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/435672690909017579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-friendsamigos-here-i-am-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-8454042768640376313</id><published>2008-09-16T17:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T17:55:21.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;WHATTTTT????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yeah, that was how I went on Sunday. All the NTIL students had to attend a seminar. It was boring and of no use. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;After that, we went to some class. That class was doing the PSLE countdown...14 DAYS TO PSLE??!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When I exclaimed, a friend next to me said that it's &lt;em&gt;12 days...&lt;/em&gt; Like it helped me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Since then, I have been studying hard. Really!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Well, today there was a EL Mock. It was then I realised the EL PSLE standard. The paper was toough. Especially the Open ended Comprehension. The paper gave me a standard to stand up to. Well, gotta work &lt;em&gt;harderer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-8454042768640376313?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/8454042768640376313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=8454042768640376313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/8454042768640376313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/8454042768640376313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2008/09/whattttt-yeah-that-was-how-i-went-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-9109146635825987592</id><published>2008-08-31T15:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T15:45:45.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sry virus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hey guys, long time no post, eh? Sorry, there was some kind of crappy virus in my computer. So, I shall begin with the posts! :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-9109146635825987592?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/9109146635825987592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=9109146635825987592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/9109146635825987592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/9109146635825987592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2008/08/sry-virus.html' title='sry virus'/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-5736089854962210707</id><published>2008-08-22T15:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T16:30:00.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oooo yeah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Prelim's over. PSLE Oral is over too. Time flies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;PSLE Orals:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;~English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I was confident. That is what I thought. Overnight, I became over confident. However, my legs went very wobbly when I saw the teachers. Reason?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;They looked very old. I cursed my luck when I saw my examiners. Old teachers tend to be very strict. Shit! I thanked my lucky stars when I saw the picture. Easy. OMG. Was that the &lt;em&gt;official Day 1 PSLE Oral picture?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;But the reading... My marks must have been pulled down due to that. While I was reading the first line something wrong. I can't vaguely remember, but I did not meet my standard. I had no choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;"May I restart?" I asked my anonymous examiners smilingly. They nodded, smilingly. Phew...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;~Mother Tongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I do not believe it, I actually scored 42/50 (prelim). I think know why I lost the 8 marks. I gave a super long pause, as I was lost for vocabulary. Mother tongue PSLE Oral went smoothly. I think I will get 45/50 or in that range. Good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;~Prelim results&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Totally shocking. The subject in which I am the worst in, I got the highest. Mother Tongue. 82. Since CA1, I have been improving my mother tongue by 10. May be, the next time, it will be the 90s?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;This time, Mtaths is good. Oh yeah. IMPROVED! =) But my mock test 1 was the best. But forr me, maths is like a yo-yo. Good-bad. This time is considered as bad. So next time will be damn good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Two positive points so far...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;English??? What happened to me??? It can't be. I hae been neglecing English to much already. Maths had been my highest priority. English can't be revealed here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Science is bad too. Science was never a strong subject. But neither was it that pathetic either. Need to wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-5736089854962210707?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/5736089854962210707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/5736089854962210707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2008/08/oooo-yeah.html' title='oooo yeah'/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-3307136333553065115</id><published>2008-08-15T16:35:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T17:07:00.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jana Gana Mana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;To all the Indians out there, Happy Independence Day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And remember,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-वंदे मातरम&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;-जन-गना-मन अधिनायक जय हे।&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;भारत&lt;/span&gt; भाग्य विधाता &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;पुनजब, सिंध, गुजरात, मराठा,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;द्रविदा-उत्कल बंगा &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;विन्ध्य-हिमाचल-यमुना-गंगा&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;उच्चाला-जलधि-तरंगा, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;तवा शुब नामे जगे,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;तवा शुभ आशीष मागे,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;गाहे तवा जाया गाथा।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;जन गाना &lt;span class=""&gt;मंगलदायक जय &lt;/span&gt;हे, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;भारत-भाग्य-विधाता।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;जय हे, जय हे, जय हे।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;जय जय जय जय हे...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-3307136333553065115?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/3307136333553065115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=3307136333553065115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/3307136333553065115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/3307136333553065115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2008/08/jana-gana-mana.html' title='Jana Gana Mana'/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-3384549763007599673</id><published>2008-08-07T15:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T16:33:30.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>helping 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Hi! Sorry about not continuing about the teaching Addison thing. So I shall continue with it now. By the way, 6A had tutored 6H again, on Wednesday. So I shall be writing both day's experience.&lt;br /&gt;Day 1(31/07)&lt;br /&gt;Every time I got Addison to study or prepare a reading passage or picture conversation, he would tear bits of his resource papers. His eyes would wander here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like yelling at him to concentrate. But I did not want hear vulgarities sprouting from his mouth. I do not know much about Addison, but I sure know that he does not have a good record for behaviour. So, instead, calmly told him, "Please concentrate,".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I having poor tolerance power when I wanted to yell at him? Or was it that I was irritated beyond limits? I do not know. Please comment regarding this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Phua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, his teacher came around to check on him. He asked me how Addison was doing. I told him that Addison is okay but always gets distracted. Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Phua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; said, "He's always like that," as he stole a glance from Addison. Addison was also given two rectangular pieces of paper by Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Phua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It had comments from his prelim oral examiner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took it and read the comments. I do not vividly remember the comments, but I sure do remember that there were words like 'soft', 'monotonous' etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let him choose an oral picture for him to say. He chose the picture which depicts a scene at a music lesson (yikes! I'm using depict again!). I gave him FIVE WHOLE MINUTES. I timed it using my watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, Addison was looking everywhere but the picture. - told him to concentrate, but he would not. After exactly five minutes, I told him to start. He said, "One more minute!" I sighed and nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If in five minutes he could not study the picture, how would he study it in a mere minute?" I asked myself. Nevertheless, I gave him exactly one minute and thirty seconds. After which, I told him to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, Addison was mumbling. No description. No personal opinions. Nothing. Picture Conversation was over in about a minute or so. I was not absolutely shocked. I saw it coming when I heard his reading. Simply &lt;em&gt;not bothered attitude. &lt;/em&gt;Or as we say in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Singlish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-chap&lt;/em&gt; attitude. I said I was not totally shocked. But I was, a little. In a minute, he finished the Picture Conversation. I was expecting at least two minutes. And he had to ask me about some words. He asked, "What ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did have some misinterpretation, I sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him if he wanted to re-do. By asking him that, I wanted to know if I could consider his mistakes as a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-chap &lt;/em&gt;attitude or, if he really really could not speak. Or his mind went blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The response was immediate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick no was the response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved on to oral conversation. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;referred&lt;/span&gt; to the post-its on that piece of paper I had. The most likely topic would be 'Have you ever watch or participated in a performance?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Have you ever watch or participated in a performance before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addison: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; intend to watch or participate in a performance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addison: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addison: Very boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~The End of Oral Conversation~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just shut me up! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Arghhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Now I can completely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;empathise&lt;/span&gt; with you, MC. When you were sharing with us the experience you had while testing the pupils oral conversation. They just shut you up. Very annoying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;"Okay, now we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; to the end of this session. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Please&lt;/span&gt; wrap up today's learning," MC said as the one hour &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sessison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was just minutes away from ending. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Addison seemed very glad. Obviously he was looking forward to the end of this session since the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; He grabbed his stuff and got up, ready to leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The end of the first day of tutoring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Well, my reflection on this is that, I have given my best. Now it is Addison's choice if he wants to absorb it. It is his choice if he wants to co-operate to achieve better results for oral. Completely his choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-3384549763007599673?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/3384549763007599673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=3384549763007599673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/3384549763007599673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/3384549763007599673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2008/08/helping-2.html' title='helping 2'/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-826511888002118565</id><published>2008-08-02T18:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T16:19:40.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Science centre visit, 02.08.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SJQ8NYv7duI/AAAAAAAAACo/lkXljrPynRE/s1600-h/ssc.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229871267963434722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" height="164" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SJQ8NYv7duI/AAAAAAAAACo/lkXljrPynRE/s200/ssc.bmp" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hi! Today, I went to Singapore Science Centre, after a day's insistence. I went there with my gang members from my mother tongue school. You see, yesterday was prelim. And we were in the examination location for about 5 hours. And thus, we deserve a break. And I got things I did not really expect. Well, in the good way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;At the entrance of the Science Centre, there was the ticket counter. We went there to get our tickets. So, a friend of mine offered to pay for an OmniMax show. We were stunned. What did she just say? We immediately accepted her gracious offer. We chose to watch Dinosaurs Alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was not due until 30 minutes later. So we decided to explore the Science Centre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;We were exploring the center part of the centre. And I saw a replica of Albert Einstein climbing up a rope. I think most of you have seen that before. I thought that was Albert Einstein's ghost. So I went around telling my friends, "Hey, this place is haunted by Albert Einstein's ghost! Look! There, see! It's climbing a freaky rope!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;And my hair was messy that time (as usual). So one of my friend, Drima aka. Ashely said, "Oh, I see Albert Einstein's ghost, alright. And this time it's a &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt;!" Immediately, I understood she was referring to me. And I also guessed my so-called ghost is some replica, as people were amused upon seeing him. There was no end to laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;We explored more places. That place was, two words. &lt;em&gt;Mind blowing! &lt;/em&gt;Dude, you should go to that place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Time flew. Time for Dinosaurs Alive! Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;My friends and I sat right at the back. The coolest place to be, if you want to really really experience the show. There were sound effects. Cool ones, To me. The sound effects scared one child so badly that he had to go out of the theatre with his dad. What a waste of money. His parents should have known. Hmmmm... Too late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;One thing I learnt from that show is that the dinosaur dynasty is not over yet. They have descendants. Descendants we call as birds. Want to know more, visit the website, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dinosalive.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;http://dinosalive.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;After the show, we explored more of the Science Centre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Shopping Time!! The time I went with 6A, YueYing, Eunice, Judy and I were ring-shopping. Today, I had plenty of money and bought &lt;em&gt;two rings&lt;/em&gt;! And chocolate. And some other stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The fun soon came to an end. We went home. Home-sweet-home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Signing off from home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;at 2.08.08, 7.35 p.m.&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/5551406241122125415-826511888002118565?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/826511888002118565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=826511888002118565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/826511888002118565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/826511888002118565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2008/08/science-centre-visit-2808.html' title='Science centre visit, 02.08.08'/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SJQ8NYv7duI/AAAAAAAAACo/lkXljrPynRE/s72-c/ssc.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-7276652710983112819</id><published>2008-07-31T18:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T16:20:00.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>helping out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Today, during the first two periods, majority of the 6A was in the canteen, helping out 6H's oral. i had a huge challenge. "This is a challenge for you," Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chia&lt;/span&gt; told me, as she sent Addison to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I gulped in a mouthful of air, as I saw him heading towards me. Don't get me wrong, I am &lt;em&gt;not scared of him!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I knew that Addison is totally not interested in this session, as he dragged his feet towards my table. He sat opposite to me. All he had as resources was about 6 pieces of crumpled and torn papers. I was really really looking forward to this session. Looking at Addison, I felt totally discouraged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I scrutinized Addison. Bruises everywhere. Yet, he doesn't know what bruises is! Really! We started with reading first. First thing, it was very monotonous! I never heard such reading (okay, may be in my MT school)! Then he could not know&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt; words like, appliances, determination, leading, Esplanade, praise bruise, ravenously, avid, etc etc., let alone pronouncing it. There is alot more about this Addison. But I will keep it for some other time. Tomorrow is Mother Tongue Prelim. Mum is nagging (as usual) to do last minute revision. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Signing off from home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;at 31.7.08, 6.57 p.m.&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/5551406241122125415-7276652710983112819?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/7276652710983112819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=7276652710983112819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/7276652710983112819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/7276652710983112819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2008/07/helps.html' title='helping out'/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-5662394757653756347</id><published>2008-07-30T19:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T16:20:47.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Tongue Prelim</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;To my beloved group, Miss Chia and 6A, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I will not be attending Science Enrichment/ Supplementart. I will be having Mother Tongue Preliminary Examination, Paper 1 &amp;amp; Paper 2, at First Toa Payoh Primary School. I have to assemble there by 3.30 p.m. But due to the long distance, I will have to leave very early. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;To my group &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I will leave my glitter pens with Eunice. If you want to have the Free Pen Trade, tell Eunice. So that my pens can be contributed. Eunice, I will be borrowing your Biology Book during Monday, MT time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;To &lt;em&gt;6A,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Study Hard for Science and all your subjects. Remember Finishing Line 1 (PSLE Oral) will be coming in about another two weeks' time. Have Fun! While I suffer in silence! LOL!!! :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-5662394757653756347?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/5662394757653756347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=5662394757653756347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/5662394757653756347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/5662394757653756347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-my-beloved-group-miss-chia-and-6a-i.html' title='Mother Tongue Prelim'/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-203705587689731978</id><published>2008-07-26T15:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T16:21:56.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Tongue Oral</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Today was my Mother Tongue Oral. I was pretty confident &lt;em&gt;this time&lt;/em&gt;. For, I &lt;em&gt;knew&lt;/em&gt; the difference in all the double letters. So I could pronounce it properly. Okay, the pronunciation may secure say, 3 marks. But I did stammer once or twice. Once, I gave a pause that was too long. Why? I was lost in my mother tongue dictionary. I couldn't gather the right words. In the end, I some how managed to do so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So what was the worst part?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Whatever (crap) I said was recorded in a tape. And some unknown teacher, Miss Anonymous, from the other school would check. Arghhhh. I can only hope that it is a lenient teacher. Pray hard...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-203705587689731978?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/203705587689731978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=203705587689731978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/203705587689731978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/203705587689731978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2008/07/mt-oral.html' title='Mother Tongue Oral'/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-4219242818635548262</id><published>2008-07-26T14:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T16:22:25.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oral...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Okay, so where did I stop? Let me check... Hmmm... Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The boy inside (or as I would rather say, victim), was trembling too. A teacher was there trying to console him. There was a sign also. It said, 'Brush your teeth'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;So how did I start?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;"Though there are many signs like 'Brush your teeth' in a dental clinic, nothing seems to encourage students, or any one else to visit the dentist regularly." That was my introductory line. Great? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;May be not so great later on. I don't really remember what I had said on Friday. I wanted to say the dentist, on one occasion. But something else came out of my mouth. "The dental..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Shit! I thought to myself. So, I said , "The dental nurse"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;That, my friend, is&lt;em&gt; thinking on your feet&lt;/em&gt;. Only the wearer of the watch will know how much it costs. Get it? It means, only you know what you have prepared for. The judges or examiners have no clue about it. So, my tip to you would be, &lt;em&gt;think on your feet.&lt;/em&gt; If you commited an error, don't say, 'sorry' or 'I mean' try to rectify. &lt;em&gt;Twist it&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-4219242818635548262?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/4219242818635548262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=4219242818635548262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/4219242818635548262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/4219242818635548262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2008/07/oral-what-happened-ii.html' title='Oral...'/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-6144982437831536567</id><published>2008-07-25T17:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T14:48:13.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oral today :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;So, yesterday was all about oral. Today will be all about &lt;em&gt;what happened in the oral&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And my tester was the legendary, and 'beloved'...Mrs...Foo! Everybody takes her to be a real fierce teacher, but, I thought that as friend she is pretty cool. LOL. She was very friendly! But still, you can't judge a book by its cover. Or face. Or, whatever! Really!! Miss Chia told us to talk to the examiner, during the conversation, like we are friends who are chit-chatting. That was a part of last minute revision. Talk like, you are &lt;em&gt;not prepared&lt;/em&gt;! That will make the conversation sound &lt;em&gt;original&lt;/em&gt;! That is what a chit-chat with friends are like. &lt;em&gt;Original...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The picture depicts... That is how majority will start. But, today, I am proud to say that I &lt;em&gt;do not use&lt;/em&gt; that phrase as a introductory paragraph. Yipeee! Okay, may be now I am going to use it. LOL :). The scene depicted a dental clinic. There t queue of three boys at the clinic's entrance. The last boy was behaving like a monkey (somewhat like me:D). The boy in the middle was a nerdy boy (I didn't tell Mrs Foo that), reading a book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;In front of him was a boy eating chips (Hey, give me some!). A boy was leaving the clinic too, rubbing his jaw. Sad life for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sorry, but, I will continue tomorrow. I want to change my blog skin to something Elmo-ish! Haha! Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-6144982437831536567?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/6144982437831536567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=6144982437831536567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/6144982437831536567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/6144982437831536567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2008/07/oral-today.html' title='oral today :)'/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-3689449595702233065</id><published>2008-07-24T19:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T16:23:23.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture conv.``My ambitions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Almost everyone has an ambition in life. Like this girl in this picture. She must delivering a speech, titled "My Ambition", to her classmates. Why I say so is because, behind her, there is a whiteboard with the writings, "My Ambitions". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;This girl must be very glad to talk about her ambition. She must be a very confident girl. In my class, less than a handful girls are confident to do public speaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;There is lady in this classroom, who seems angry. Why should not she? While someone is talking, two boys are fighting. They are fighting even after a girl in front of them is hushing them. They should not fight. Not only because it is disrespectful for the speaker, but also it can cause harm to themselves. The boys also seem angry. One of them must have done or said something to offend the other person, hence the fight started. I hope they stop real soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The rest of the class is listening attentively. That is the right attitude to showw when someone is talking. The rest are also smiling to show encouragment for the speaker. To me, that is an ideeal behaviour classmates should show. They can have competitions, but healthy ones. They should support each other instead of fighting with each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;To conclude, I would love to say that everyone, except for the two fighting boys, in the classroom are great helpers and classmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-3689449595702233065?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/3689449595702233065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=3689449595702233065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/3689449595702233065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/3689449595702233065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-ambitions.html' title='Picture conv.``My ambitions'/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-4928105858236074147</id><published>2008-07-24T18:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T19:37:24.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>music lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Music lessons are always enjoying. Or so they say. In this music lesson, &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; everybody is enjoying. As the charming music teacher plays a melodious tune on her piano, &lt;em&gt;most&lt;/em&gt; of her pupils are playing it o their recorder. Four of the pupils are &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; playing their respective recorders. All of the pupils have a book with them. Perhaps, it is their music book, as it has musical notes. But what I can say is that the pupils are referring to that book. The book must be having the notes for the tune they are playing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Two of the four pupils not playing are boys. One of the boy is hitting the other boy, who is &lt;em&gt;in front &lt;/em&gt;of him, with &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; recorder. Well, he should stop not only in my opinion, but in &lt;em&gt;any one's &lt;/em&gt;opinion. Not only is this act rude, also, it can injure the boy severely. Judging by the boy's expressions and the way he is holding the recorder to hit the other boy, it seems that the boy is a mean bully. Bully's hurt people mentally and physically. In this case physically. It is even worse if the victim has not done a &lt;em&gt;single&lt;/em&gt; thing to offend him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;This boy should mend his ways now, at a young age. Or else as he grows he may move on to bigger crimes like murdering. All this boy needs is values. My teacher has taught me that values build life. So, to conclude, I would say that instead of hitting, the boy should play the tune, played by his class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;The remaining two of the four not playing are both girls. The girl in the front has long hair tied in a bundle. She is angrily staring at the girl behind her, who has short hair. The girl in the front has no recorder but only her music book. If she has forgotten to bring her recorder, then she should tell her teacher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;The other girl has a recorder. I do not know why but, she is looking scared. I feel that the girl in the front is a bully. If she is a bully, then  she should stop bullying. Bullying is not a pleasant act. The same thing which I had mentioned earlier about the boy-bully, applies to &lt;em&gt;this &lt;/em&gt;girl-bully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I still feel that music lessons are wonderful. But those who do not contribute to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pleasantness of&lt;/span&gt; this lessons &lt;em&gt;should contribute&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-4928105858236074147?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/4928105858236074147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=4928105858236074147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/4928105858236074147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/4928105858236074147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2008/07/music-lessons.html' title='music lessons'/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-3359342005971583458</id><published>2008-07-24T17:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T18:14:18.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hospital scene</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A scene of a hospital ward is usually heart breaking to me, as it depicts patients in all kinds of conditions. This picture here also shows a scene,where an elderly man has his leg on a cast. He must have broken it. His right hand is resting on his stomach as his eyes remains closed. A caring and loving nurse is putting a soft pillow under the man's head.  Judging by this man's condition, I will say that this elderly man had met with an accident not so long ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The ambiance in the ward seems quite pleasant. There are flowers on the cabinet, which is next to the patient. I also see a few wires plugged into the power point. In my science lessons I have learnt that when wires are plugged to a power point, electricity will be transmits into the wires. May be in this case, the electricity is transmitted into the ward bed so that it can move when required.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;As the warded man rests in his ward's bed, a lady holding a purse next to the patient stares angrily at two mischievous children. The lady could be the man's daughter, the visiting her warded father. While the two children may be the lady's kids. The reason why I call the children mischievous and why their mother is staring angrily at them is simple. The two kids are running around when they are not supposed to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;In my opinion, the two children should&lt;em&gt; not &lt;/em&gt;do so to ensure security. The ward is not so big, so it will not be able to accommodate two jovial young children. The children may fall and hurt themselves. Also, the two children may cause something untoward if they continue running like this. They may not only injure themselves, but they may also injure the recovering patient. That would not be nice at all. So the best is that they should not run here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I hope that the patient recovers real soon. And I also hope that the two children &lt;em&gt;stop&lt;/em&gt; running. If everyone cooperates, then the hospital will have lesser heart breaking scenes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-3359342005971583458?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/3359342005971583458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=3359342005971583458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/3359342005971583458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/3359342005971583458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2008/07/hospital-scene.html' title='hospital scene'/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-3873884593827725995</id><published>2008-07-24T17:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T17:40:28.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A picture depicting a wonderful scene of singing may not always necessarily be pleasant. Just like this picture. A banner hung behind a group of six says, "The Fantastic Six". On both its side, there are five balloons and a few strings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;In a stage, six young children take the stage. There are three microphones. The children are singing melodiously. But two of them, one boy and one girl, are not. The boy, who is wearing spectacles, is holding on to his stomach as he displays a sick face. Judging by his posture, looks and behaviour, he definitely has stomach ache. His stomach ache may be due to his digestive system or because he has stage frights. If he has stage frights, then he should learn to overcome it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The other girl who is also not singing is holding the sick boy. She seems worried for him. I hope that the boy recovers soon, so that the performance can run smoothly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The remaining four are confidently still singing. I like their attitude. Even after two of their singers are not singing, they still are singing as though nothing has happened. Looking at this scene reminds me of a speech competition I had participated in recently. One of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;contestants&lt;/span&gt; had dropped the clip mike while demonstrating a violent act. But she still carried on as though nothing had happened. This kind of behaviour shows confidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Meanwhile, a lady clad in a stripped blouse and a long skirt is anxiously heading towards the sick boy. She seems to be the teacher-in-charge of the concert. She is obviously worried. I mean, people would not like the show which they have created, with so much of hard work, to be a flop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The teacher-in-charge does not seem to be the only person worried about the sick boy. A man seated third from the right, displays a very worried expression upon looking at the sick boy. He might be a relative of the boy. Perhaps, his father. And no father would like to see his beloved son to fall sick on his performance. The remaining four people I can see seem to be okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I would really love to be present at this concert, as I love musical performances. I hope that the rest of this performance runs as smoothly as it is now. This concert is sure to be a lovely and an entertaining one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-3873884593827725995?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/3873884593827725995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=3873884593827725995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/3873884593827725995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/3873884593827725995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2008/07/picture-depicting-wonderful-scene-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-5921996626338852959</id><published>2008-07-24T15:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T15:31:49.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oral oral oral</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today what ever (Blahs, to some of you) I am going to type is only oral. You can't stand it's not my problem. I know its for my own good. And a little for you too! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;May be abut seven posts? Don't know. But what I know is that it is definately more than 4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok, enough chit-chatting. Time for business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-5921996626338852959?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/5921996626338852959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=5921996626338852959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/5921996626338852959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/5921996626338852959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2008/07/oral-oral-oral.html' title='Oral oral oral'/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-1034894758521176234</id><published>2008-07-23T18:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T18:59:58.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sooo sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Yesterday, my brother made me hide in one of those cabinets in the kitchen. For 5 stinking minutes! When my dad found out that, he said that that is where all the germs (or even snakes in some cases) stay. And now I have come down with runny nose and fever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Well, there was the blocked nose about two hours ago. But my neighbour used &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reflexology&lt;/span&gt; to cure it. She is not sure about fever and runny nose, or she would be more than glad to help...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Oh...I feel sooo miserable... Any one knows how to cure it? Help me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;At first I used to pray to get sick. Why? So that instead of nagging, my mum would serve me. I don't want to be sick anymore! HELP ME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-1034894758521176234?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/1034894758521176234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=1034894758521176234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/1034894758521176234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/1034894758521176234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2008/07/sooo-sick.html' title='sooo sick'/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-8140847334293244760</id><published>2008-07-23T18:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T18:31:00.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>compo preliems</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;HI! Yesterday was composition prelims. Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chia&lt;/span&gt; has already announced that the question was &lt;em&gt;easy&lt;/em&gt;. That is, if &lt;em&gt;you revised 100% wholeheartedly&lt;/em&gt;. If you &lt;em&gt;did not, then too bad.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Okay, enough lecture/nags. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. I am one of the rare people who wrote question two. I wrote that the bag shown in the picture wasn't the bomb. But I wrote a bomb plot. Okay, I will reveal what I wrote. I wrote that an international terrorist is on the loose. And the bag shown wasn't the bomb, but just a plain prank. Then, there was a bomb. And, I was one of the girls. The other girl was my friend who died (duh, everyone in 6A will write about deaths). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;So what were we doing in the mall? We were shopping for a gift. For the most cutest guy in school, Kyle (Kyle Patrick &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; hot). It was his birthday, and I was bent upon &lt;em&gt;impressing &lt;/em&gt;him. Don't get me wrong, but &lt;em&gt;I so do not share a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BGR&lt;/span&gt; with Kyle Patrick. I am just addicted to him&lt;/em&gt;.  And I &lt;em&gt;do not &lt;/em&gt;share a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BGR&lt;/span&gt; with any guy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;That clear, let me explain how my friend, Lily, died. We were trapped inside. While we were escaping, I was on the lead. Lily was behind me. When I finally made it out, a concrete slab fell on Lily and she died. The end. Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-8140847334293244760?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/8140847334293244760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=8140847334293244760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/8140847334293244760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/8140847334293244760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2008/07/compo-preliems.html' title='compo preliems'/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-960057226927566200</id><published>2008-07-22T15:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T16:10:20.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madhuchhanda De</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Last Saturday, was, as usual, my mother tongue school. But something &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;usual was that I was going there excitedly. Usually, I would drag my feet, I would be very reluctant to go there. As though my doom awaits there (somewhat, it does). But last week, it something else. You see, the previous week, my teacher said that &lt;em&gt;another new teacher would be coming in from the following week.&lt;/em&gt;  I was very very happy! I did not like my ex-teacher. She was boring, humiliating and all the other not-okay stuff rolled into one person. So you can imagine how happy I was to know that she is going to get out of my life! I was counting the hours to the class ending time. The last few hours of her in my life! Hooray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Lesson was over. And a week flew. Soon, I found myself eagerly waiting for the new teacher to come. My best friend there, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Drima&lt;/span&gt; aka. Ashley, said that her mother knows the teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;The minutes ticked by. 5 minutes. 10 minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;"Dude, this teacher rocks, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;time wise&lt;/span&gt;! I hope she doesn't take the 10 minutes from our beloved recess,"  Ashley said from behind me. I nodded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Just then a pretty lady &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;clad&lt;/span&gt; in a plain yellow sari stepped in the class. She briefly introduced herself. Then she started giving us our marked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;homeworks&lt;/span&gt;. She called each one of us, one by one. She told us where we went wrong and what the correct answer ought to be. I was IMPRESSED! Finally! A teacher who explains! That is exactly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt;! After that she informed us that the following week would be our oral &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;prelims&lt;/span&gt;. NO ONE knew. We were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;terribly&lt;/span&gt; shocked! Seeing our shocked faces, She asked us if we knew that there would be oral &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;prelims&lt;/span&gt; the following week. Damn! The ex-teacher did not tell us that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Nevertheless, she told us to concentrate only on oral that day. She made us do the reading till perfection. Practice makes perfect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Oral...Oral...Oral...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;As Ashley had said earlier, this teacher rocks time wise. And she indeed does. She let us off for recess 5 minutes befor usual time. And then came back to class 5 minutes late. LOL :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I really like this teacher. She rocks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Oh yeah, her name... Her name is Madhuchhanda. Long? Well its meaning is sweet. It means sweet moon or honey moon. And that is what she is. Sweet like honey...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-960057226927566200?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/960057226927566200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=960057226927566200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/960057226927566200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/960057226927566200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2008/07/madhuchhanda-de.html' title='Madhuchhanda De'/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-2527706744661214069</id><published>2008-07-17T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T18:56:15.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the many types of fuels/oils results</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;This one is not so recent. 3 weeks ago, this happened. It was on a Saturday. The following day would be holiday. So, I decided to watch TV. Before, I start, you should get one thing very clear, &lt;em&gt;all Indians simply love cricket.&lt;/em&gt;  I don't mean Kampong Cricket. The cricket with all the jargon like innings, outs, wicket, runs etc. And I am not different from those 1.12 billions Indians who are a part of the cricket craze. In fact, once, when I was MSN Online Chatting with Tejas, I found out that he, MingYou and some other guys were going to play cricket. My eyes had popped out. Did MingYou even know the &lt;em&gt;basic&lt;/em&gt; rules of cricket? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Any ways, back to the post. About 3 weeks ago, on Saturday, I was watching the Asia Cup 08 Finals. The battle was between Sri Lanka and India. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;For your information, here are the scores: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sri Lanka - 274&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;India - 169, all out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;The results were sooo disappointing. Its like after coming sooooo close to the victory line, India lost. From here I can clearly make out the finishing line analogy Miss Chia gives frequently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-2527706744661214069?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/2527706744661214069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=2527706744661214069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/2527706744661214069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/2527706744661214069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2008/07/many-types-of-fuelsoils-results.html' title='the many types of fuels/oils results'/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-461333713238558142</id><published>2008-07-10T16:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T17:02:52.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>regrets...regrets(YMCA PESA)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A week ago, I was jumping with joy. A day ago, I was lamenting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Shit! Shit!! Shit! That was what I murmured to myself when I was not one of the 8 who were chosen for the finals. Well, that is not the only reason. Do you want to know what was my rank out of the 18 people who participated in the finals? Position 9! Arghhhhhh! Just one rank. Just one rank...I lamented. I felt so left out. I felt like a looser. Now I know how Alexia, Farah and the basketball team felt this year, when they lost, after coming so close to the winning line. But, I was happy for a new found friend there, who made it. I tried to suppress my agony of loosing, with the joy of a friend winning. But to no avail. The agony won over the joy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But, personally, I thought I had what it takes to be one of the final 8. I felt I had the passion. But I felt two of the selected 8 did &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; have that. They, forgot lines, spoke Singlish. I thought it was only me. May be the anger of loosing. May be I was trying to console myself. That I deserved it but the 2 did not. So I went to ask the friend who made it. She too, felt it. Then I thought, she is too young. How can she tell that? So, next I asked a few adults. They had the same feelings &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Were the 2 of them really not deserving candidates? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nevertheless, I came home feeling dejected, with Miss Seet. Told my mum the results. Nags. Can't feel angry at her. Was still lamenting over my defeat. Switched on computer. Signed in to MSN. A few people were online. Then, I started chatting with Catherine. Told her that I had lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I started to pour my feelings to her. She gave a keen listening ear. After listening, she started to console me, by saying, I had strong competitors. And I was strong too. She also said that, I had already given my very best. She also tried to add humour, by saying, if she were there, she would be the first person to be out in the preliminary round itself. LOL. After listening to her consolations, I felt better. I always heard in TV, that a listening ear helps. Yesterday, I experienced it too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But one thing Miss Seet told me to console me, I have defeated 30 over people. Isn't that a great achievement itself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today, I told Miss Chia. Se asked me to asked myself that, what did I not have, that the winning 8 has. I still can't find the answer. Will update you when I do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I would just like to make my point clear. Counselling helps. Especially, if you &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; that person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And the person &lt;em&gt;knows &lt;/em&gt;you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-461333713238558142?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/461333713238558142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=461333713238558142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/461333713238558142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/461333713238558142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2008/07/regretsregretsymca-pesa.html' title='regrets...regrets(YMCA PESA)'/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-4068096648342225366</id><published>2008-07-06T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T22:20:21.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YMCA PESA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hi! I am proud to have been one of the 6 semi finalists in the YMCA Plain English Speaking Awards (YMCA PESA)! You must have not seen me on Thursday, 3&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; July. I came to school only for about 1 hour. Then I left with Miss Seet for the competition. By the way, YMCA PESA is a speech competition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I didn't come back till 10 minutes to dismissal. The whole class was cheering for me, when they found out about my victory. Was feeling very, very proud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;The competition was tough with some competitors. But a handful were not prepared. They were like mumbling, forgetting parts of the speech, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;But the weird part is, that when I was rehearsing at home, I couldn't even utter a word in front of my parents. Then at the competition, the words were like coming out on their own! Cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Any ways, semi finals will be on Wednesday, 9&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;th&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;July. After school, 2 pm. Bye! Gotta practice even harder! &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/5551406241122125415-4068096648342225366?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/4068096648342225366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=4068096648342225366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/4068096648342225366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/4068096648342225366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2008/07/ymca-pesa.html' title='YMCA PESA'/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-728545287077062565</id><published>2008-06-30T19:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T19:34:38.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mama dearest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Okay, this was a dream too. Also as ugly as the other dream I had mentioned earlier (human terror). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;This one is close to my heart. Something to do with a special someone in your life (&lt;em&gt;some &lt;/em&gt;of you). Your mama dearest. For the first few &lt;em&gt;hours&lt;/em&gt; after Melvin Chew made us realize the importance of our parents in our life, I thought that I will love my mum very well (my dad and I have a okay-okay relationship-because he gives me my cash). Then when I reached home after that day's session (which was my b'dae. If you didn't wish me, no point in wishing me now), my mum started naging...naging...naging. That was when I re-realized, my mum and I can never agree with each other and never cooperate. Everytime I curse my mum. She and her nags. I don't know how I am still mentally stable after hearing her all her nagings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;That dream came to my sleep two nights ago. Was seeping peacefully. May be snoring (hopefully not)? I was dreamt of a terrible car collision between a container truck and a lory. Those two vehicles were just the bread of the sandwich. And the centre of the sandwich was my...my...my mum. She was rushed to the hospital. She was warded in the I.C.U. Her skin was terribly damaged. The doctors couldn't save her. She..She..She died. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I don't know why. How. She just died. My world was torn apart. Chaos was inside me. Every single thing would remind me of her. I would cry every now and then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Glad that it was only a &lt;em&gt;dream.&lt;/em&gt; But my mum isn't some immortal girl. She &lt;em&gt;will die one day. &lt;/em&gt;It just can happen anywhere, anytime. You never know where danger lurks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I still find my mum irritating. &lt;em&gt;Not as much as I used to find her earlier.&lt;/em&gt;  I have begun to treasure her. Just like I treasure myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;So should you. You only realize the pain when you experience. Treasure your parents before it is too late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-728545287077062565?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/728545287077062565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=728545287077062565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/728545287077062565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/728545287077062565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2008/06/mama-dearest.html' title='mama dearest'/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-450083615662786609</id><published>2008-06-19T17:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T17:16:53.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Ego. Our Pride. Their loss. Their Embarrasment. Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Well, we all know that even cute children are not spare from the murderous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disease&lt;/span&gt; cancer. And this cancer can be cured. But for during the treatment, chemotherapy, the children loose their hair. All of it. In our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;generation&lt;/span&gt;, hair is life. No hair, no reason to show off. Hair is our ego. But what about those children who don not have hair? Do they have no life? People make fun of their baldness. When they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; appreciate the fact that they have the will to live. They have the power to go through all the tough treatment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Recently, when I had gone down to fetch my brother from the school bus, I saw this poster which caught my eye. It was about the Children's Cancer Society Singapore. The poster included 4 people who were bald. A grandmother, a father, a young girl and a child. They are all bald. You might have seen this poster. The bald child is a victim of cancer. And if you notice carefully, you will see that the child will be smiling. Cancer and smile. Try that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;The poster said that "We might not understand the &lt;em&gt;ordeal&lt;/em&gt; these children are going through. But we can &lt;em&gt;support &lt;/em&gt;them in their ordeal by shaving bald." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;In the poster they included that on 6 July they will be having some programme in which you can shave bald. I felt my family should play a part. I told my dad that he and Baby (my brother) can go there and shave. Then he asked me, why don't &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; do it too. I was like what?. I am a girl. Hair is life. I told him that. And also included that people will laugh at me like hell! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;But he replied that I can be a source of inspiration for all the girls. &lt;em&gt;Come on! Give up your hair to support!&lt;/em&gt; I am so not gonna do that! But I thought about it. I feel like doing it, but something inside me is refraining me from doing it. My ego? Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;But boys are no excuse, man. I am referring to you, Joel Chan. Boys should not have that feeling. They should have no shame. they are supposed to do do that when they go for NS. So if boys, if you do not want to shave, then I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; you to shave. You have to do it when you ae 18. So maybe you can shave now to 'mentally prepare' yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-450083615662786609?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/450083615662786609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=450083615662786609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/450083615662786609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/450083615662786609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2008/06/our-ego-our-pride-their-loss-their.html' title='Our Ego. Our Pride. Their loss. Their Embarrasment. Hair'/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-1401392441346557298</id><published>2008-06-19T17:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T23:23:04.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>review of 300 kids missing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Forget about what I had posted on the illogical grown ups show, if you read the begining of it. I deleted it as I have abandoned mission. Remember I posted about the 300 children missing earlier? If you haven't, read it. Because this post is based on that. Well, they are missing for their organs, aren't they. And those organs are to be used for those richy rich people who need organ transplant. If they don't get a transplant, they will die. So those 3oo children's organs are going to be used for another 300 (or more) people to save their lives! So if 300 lives are lost, another 300 lives will be saved. I am not saying that those behind this scam are doing total good or total bad. But it is up to human generosity if they want to donate an organ. They shouldn't be forced. I will say it is 95% bad. Also those behind this is doing for money. Well this is my review. After this I will close this topic, provided I find out something about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-1401392441346557298?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/1401392441346557298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=1401392441346557298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/1401392441346557298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/1401392441346557298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2008/06/review-of-300-kids-missing.html' title='review of 300 kids missing'/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-4266446860256833355</id><published>2008-06-08T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T17:18:59.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>300 kids missing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Just today, I was watching a competition between families. It was the elimination round. And in it were Roy family and another family. Being a Roy, I also supported Roy. My heart was thumping furiously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was when my father came to the living room. And he announced to the family that about 300 children in India were missing! 300! Whoa! A lot of kids! I thought I knew why they are missing. I told my family about what I felt. I felt that those innocent kids were kidnapped for their body organs and precious blood. Even as I am writing this, I am having a weird inexpressible feeling. Like sort of scared,worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard this I was like completely freaked out. I was asking my father, can't UN do anything about it? Can't Commonwealth do anything about it? Can't the police of the world, America do anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things had happened a few years ago (not so sure how many years ago, may be a decade) also in India. A lot people were kidnapped. Then later people found their dead bodies in a drain. They had their major organs missing. For some, too much blood was drained out. You know who did all those? Doctors! They are supposed to be saviors and angels. But those doctors are doctors just in name. We should not think all doctors are like that. Those doctors who do that are a stigma, a blemish not only on doctors but also on humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those organs and blood were sold for what? Stupid, good for nothing, useless, and the classic, money! As I am writing this, I, Bidisha Roy's eyes are brimming with tears. A lot of tears.&lt;br /&gt;And now, history is repeating itself. At first this was ignored when a handful were missing. That is already quite bad. You know why they were ignored? The dumb, good for nothing, fatty, lazy, useless and always accepting bribe Indian Police Force said, “Oh, exams are nearing. You must have scolded or had beat them too much and they were scared. So they ran away from home!” What a lame excuse. Even I, a pathetic liar, won't use this kind of excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Let's say the kids really ran away from home. But will 300 kids run away from home? And those idiotic police still dare to use this excuse even after knowing estimated 300 kids are missing! Oh ya, those idiots did not even bother to know that children were missing. Some humans rights group found out! Hate those *tut *tut *tut police!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian police were forever useless. Always accepting bribes. In the movies, they will show, Indian police so righteous! Reality is cold! Thai police and Indian police are very alike.&lt;br /&gt;If I were there when the police said that excuse, I don't know how many tight slaps and martial arts I would do on them. I mean... I can already hear the 'PHAs' (sound effects when tightly slapped). I would also abuse them. If I were not to be an Indian, I don't know what I would do to those idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="SwXTextPosition6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;It comes back to national identity. Am I proud to be an Indian? If no, should the police and law be a factor of me being ashamed of my nation? I AM proud to be an Indian. It is the feeling everyone should have in them. Of course, in every nation, there will be ugly citizens (with retrospection from Miss Chia's blog entry about the Sichuan Quake). But so ugly? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I hear in the news, in china and all those third world countries have these kind of things, I don't feel like what I am feeling now. I can forget it in a few seconds. But this one, it has been hours since I heard it. And I can't get over it. Is this national sense? Should I feel like this for every country, regardless of if I hate them or I have no connection with them? Is this feeling only meant for my own nation? Is it wrong for me to NOT feel like this towards other nations?&lt;br /&gt;I might have been very harsh to the wrong doers. But they deserve it. Or do they deserve more? Or less? I don't know if I should say this or not, but I want them to burn in the fire of hell.&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to the story of the 300 kids being missing. If you have humility in you please 'waste' a minute praying for them. If everyone dedicates a minute of prayer to them, God won't ignore those prayers. Please... Pray for them. If not as an Indian, as a human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as my tears start flowing freely from my eyes in the confined walls of my room, I shall end this post and pray for the kids out there suffering in silence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551406241122125415-4266446860256833355?l=dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/feeds/4266446860256833355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551406241122125415&amp;postID=4266446860256833355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/4266446860256833355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551406241122125415/posts/default/4266446860256833355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramafreak-confesses.blogspot.com/2008/06/300-kids-missing.html' title='300 kids missing'/><author><name>Bidisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005877000059665594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4S6kRy38u9A/SBRWvkjnlxI/AAAAAAAAABE/lz49ZXvNlwg/S220/elmo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551406241122125415.post-2360598001444822637</id><published>2008-06-02T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T19:35:59.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Human terror</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;May be you think, I am scared of bees and dentists. Now, I no longer am afraid of them. Now I am afraid of Human Terror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Last night, I dreamt of perhaps the worst dream I have ever dreamt of. It was silent reading time in the hall. Pretty normal scenario, huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;"Bang! Bang! Bang! We have got the building surrounded. You would not want to make a noise or move!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;We all heard this really nasty voice. Sounded pretty much like my Japanese course teacher... That accent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A few of us were really scared. I too was. But I wasn't expressing it. I mean I am the &lt;em&gt;girl in da class. &lt;/em&gt;I am not supposed to be scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;We look around and see  Japanese. In their military suits. With riffles and bayonets! Why are they here? Screams. More gunshots. School is hijacked. Everyone is so scared. Then I realise I need to elope. I need to secure my life. Secretly, I manage to slip out unnoticed. At this point of time, I see another boy who also managed to slip out like me. But we chose different routes to get out of the second floor. He chose the stairs which leads to the canteen. I chose to take the stairs via the staffroom (the long passageway behind the flagpoles in the quadrangle). As soon as I cross the entrance to the staffroom (the door which Mrs Goh uses), I noticed a Japanese soldier stationed there. I decided to turn back. Too late! That chap notices me. I decided to play innocent. I pretended to just walk around. That guy eyes me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I am too scared. "Erm...Hi uncle! nice shirt!" these words came out of my mouth. I know it sounds nooby, but what will you do when you face death in the eye? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;"Bye little girl. Your shirt's nice. But only for now," he said coldly. He takes out a knife. Upon seeing that, I run with all my life! That guy runs behind me too. At this point of time, I wake up. I look at my watch. It is 3.45 am in the morning. There is a saying between the old folks that the dreams seen in the morning comes true. Will this...? I don't dare to think about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It is a super scary dream! I don't ever want to dream about it! But people actually went through this during 1942 and 1945! How did they feel? I mean, I am just dreaming. I can snap out of it anytime. But those people couldn't just snap out. They had to live through it. I am only &lt;em&gt;dreaming&lt;/em&gt; of these. People out there are &lt;em&gt;living through this&lt;/em&gt;. They are experiencing nightmares &lt;em&gt;every moment. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;All these happened during:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The Japanese Occupation (1942-1945)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;World War II (1942-1945)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;World War I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Civil Wars&lt;/span&gt;&lt
