<?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-4042905</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:56:45.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emancipated</title><subtitle type='html'>adj. 1 socially , politically or legally free 2 an emancipated woman is not influenced bye old-fashioned ideas about how women should behave</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-107026773631805541</id><published>2003-12-01T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T00:36:27.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>having fun, still can't surf. yet. haha. Maroubra beach is really nice, we stay really near it. Will be going to Nelson's bay tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-107026773631805541?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/107026773631805541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/107026773631805541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107026773631805541' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-107015379161891427</id><published>2003-11-29T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T16:57:21.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In Sydney now. Quite fun. Miss training!! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-107015379161891427?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/107015379161891427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/107015379161891427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#107015379161891427' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-1069770318007082</id><published>2003-11-25T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T06:26:02.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Slacked around Jelita just now. Slack there everyday, so nothing new. Hari Raya was nice. But going to school tomorrow, don't usually go visiting. My family never does. I never wondered why until now. But I'm not concerned. &lt;br /&gt;Have to buy books. And meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="arial,helvetica" SIZE="1"&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://quizme.stvlive.com/pointless/quiz.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://quizme.stvlive.com/pointless/results/57.gif" WIDTH="200" HEIGHT="100" BORDER="0" ALT="The Completely Pointless Personality Quiz"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The Completely Pointless Personality Quiz&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-1069770318007082?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/1069770318007082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/1069770318007082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#1069770318007082' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-106973738641632434</id><published>2003-11-24T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T21:18:42.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes I know this template is very unlike me. That's why I chose it in the first place.  Reminds me of the leave-less tree looming over the campfire circle at Sports Camp. Minus the snow of course.The decription is feminine, whit and natural. 3 words about me are clumsy, black and toxic.&lt;br /&gt;You get the picture &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-106973738641632434?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106973738641632434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106973738641632434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106973738641632434' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-106968780722529755</id><published>2003-11-24T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T07:30:49.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeay tomorrow is Hari Raya yeay..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-106968780722529755?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106968780722529755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106968780722529755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106968780722529755' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-106959622430235967</id><published>2003-11-23T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T06:04:25.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to the Mahal Mass Murdurer's house just now. Their half-way through demolishing it so I was worried the some bricks from the roof might cave in on us. Did not, so I'm not in trouble. I was thinking of Edward Scissorhands. &lt;br /&gt;The bathtub in the ramshackle called a house is only for a skinny dwarf. Dwarf's aren't skinny are they? Anyway, tt's where many of the dead bodies were cleaned to hide evidence, but you could see blood on the walls, apparently from the lower region of the body because the tub was so damn short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been flipping through blogs, noticed my &lt;a href="http://mongsengreloaded.blogspot.com"&gt;brother's &lt;/a&gt;one. It's really damn lame you should go see it, quite recent to about soccer and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who lead hectic lifestyle's and are to busy to do pretty much anything important should use the &lt;a href="http://magic-cone.com/animation1.htm"&gt;MagicCone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://quizme.stvlive.com/pie/quiz.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://quizme.stvlive.com/pie/keylime.gif" WIDTH="300" HEIGHT="100" BORDER="0"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana,arial,helvetica" SIZE="1"&gt;find your inner PIE @ stvlive.com&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As simply put by Oregon Scientific, &lt;em&gt;Good Bye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-106959622430235967?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106959622430235967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106959622430235967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106959622430235967' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-106942855319458127</id><published>2003-11-21T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T07:29:51.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;TABLE WIDTH="304" BGCOLOR="#51336D" CELLPADDING="2" CELLSPACING="0" ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="MIDDLE" ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;TABLE WIDTH="300" BORDER="0" BGCOLOR="#333333" CELLPADDING="0" CELLSPACING="0"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://quizme.stvlive.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://quizme.stvlive.com/djname/quizme.gif" ALT="Quiz Me" WIDTH="300" HEIGHT="35" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" BORDER="0"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana,arial,helvetica" SIZE="2" COLOR="#6FA6B2"&gt;burke spins tunes as&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#77CAD0"&gt;&lt;B&gt;DJ Crazy Fluff&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE="1"&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://quizme.stvlive.com/djname/quiz.php" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none; color:#C0ABEF;"&gt;Get your dj name @ Quiz Me&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was long. The night will be longer.&lt;br /&gt;Ya tt's it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-106942855319458127?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106942855319458127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106942855319458127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106942855319458127' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-106933833128882178</id><published>2003-11-20T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T06:26:07.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>xt made me pose with her stupid(ok cute i admit) good luck care bear, next to the Tangs Christmas Tree, in broad daylight. Bet all the people passing by were thinking, &lt;em&gt;wow what an ass. She's definitely got the Christmas spirit early.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you I know for a fact Christmas is 1month and a few days away and I do not really like this festive occasion, apart from the Toy Fairs. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a damn good childhood but I think the buying things fever is back. I want the funshine care bear. It's the yellow one with the smiling sun on it's tummy. I also want the remote control ultraman! It's like a mini version of the original ugly ultraman that I never did like. But I prioritize the care bear first. It's so adorable, reminds me of the days when it was my favourite show. Now I like The Simpsons, so you notice the morals change after a decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't say much about today. Went shopping with dan and xt. Made dan crawl through a small hole. Really crap. Then extorted gum from Melanie at Cine. Thanks Mel. I'll pay back soon. Notice haven't mentioned the match. All I've learnt is that I've got to change my attitude(i have though!) and I shall not argue with persons of higher authority. I knew the latter all my life but coudn't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting for my toy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-106933833128882178?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106933833128882178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106933833128882178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106933833128882178' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-106925144138298593</id><published>2003-11-19T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T06:17:56.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bloody dog attacked me on the way home today. But that's alright, no injuries. It was cute anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day was good. Worried about tomorrow's match though because the court work today was pretty screwed. Mr.Leslie didn't seem to mind though because we stopped short to play a few rounds of softball. They were making names for themselves relating to berries.eg Strawberry Blueberry Rasberry. Crazy teammates. Still playing C. Must be effective. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing for Friday's games. Got to buy all the equipment. Really hope it won't rain. Want it to be a success. Went over to Rol's house to tell her about it. Yeay, she bought me by &lt;em&gt;Teh Tarik é Au Lait&lt;/em&gt;.Yummy. Love it so much. Too bad xt can't help me. I'll get the other committee members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things seem to be running the way I want. For once. Guess I'm finally in control of everything. It's so strange, I'm finally looking foward to tomorow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit. Maybe not. Have to get my SS ws to complete structured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-106925144138298593?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106925144138298593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106925144138298593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106925144138298593' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-106916683587967177</id><published>2003-11-18T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T06:47:49.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a lazy day.&lt;br /&gt;First sentence already puts you off doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Training then went BK.&lt;br /&gt;Coach wants me to buy her bubblegum and a book when I go back. Hope I don't forget. Maybe I'll write a to-buy list. Yeay, I like to plan. Never take action though.&lt;br /&gt;No no cannot procrastinate. Must not procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing now? Aya.Nvm.&lt;br /&gt;Had a nice walk from Buona Vista MRT back home. Took RJC route. Will take the HPPS route next time. See which one is more &lt;em&gt;time-saving&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah..what the hell. I'm giving everyone an impression that I'm so free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-106916683587967177?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106916683587967177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106916683587967177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106916683587967177' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-106895745638944345</id><published>2003-11-15T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T20:38:07.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What am I suppose to do? How many times have I said this?&lt;br /&gt;I hate to lose. I may not be very good at winning, but that's beside the point.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, All Blacks lost to the Wallabies yesterday. If I was in NZ right now sitting with my Nana and the rest of them I'll probably be sobbing inconsolably. Fortunately I'm not, and for that I'm just fuming with anger. I've cooled down a little yesterday, thank god I'm the sort that looks happy all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember way back when NZ won the America's Cup and we were raving about it for months, the red socks and all. Recall not knowing the slightest thing about sailing and still in the state of pride and excitement and all those rubbish happy emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, and when we lose, you don't want to know what happens.&lt;br /&gt;Just to say briefly the entire nation sinks into a depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse still Australia. We won the tri-nations cup against them but still. &lt;br /&gt;So after more than a decade of not living in NZ I still have the typical Kiwi sore looser disposition. Plus a mixture of Singapore kiasuism it is without a doubt a deadly combination.&lt;br /&gt;Although I stopped eating Vegimite and Weet-bix ages ago, forgot how to do the Hakka, don't even know the NZ national anthem, ditched the accent and am allergic to kiwi-fruit, I can never foget where I came from.&lt;br /&gt;And the bad habits that came with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-106895745638944345?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106895745638944345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106895745638944345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106895745638944345' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-106882012241642048</id><published>2003-11-14T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T06:29:11.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a lousy day. &lt;br /&gt;Lalalalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain wash. Wash wash wash wash wash.&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-106882012241642048?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106882012241642048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106882012241642048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106882012241642048' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-106873559604359870</id><published>2003-11-13T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T07:00:23.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As my dear Mrs Lim said. "That girl ah, sleep with her eyes open"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do that the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;Really wasted the day. Feel so great.&lt;br /&gt;Watched shitty shows. Read all the blogs I could. Watch spongebob, not my cuppa tea. &lt;br /&gt;Broke at Komala Vilas. The curry didn't wake me up. The walk to Mustafa didn't either. Bought a trolley bag for my trip back&lt;em&gt; home&lt;/em&gt;. Hate shopping, still didn't wake me up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports camp sucks. But have to thank the people for making me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Danica, XT, Whit, Fei Cheng, Jia Rui, XinLin, QingYing&lt;/strong&gt;(just realised all the tracker chinese name), &lt;strong&gt;Gwen, Sharon, Cherie, Pearleen, Beng, WeiShan&lt;/strong&gt;.. anymore saliva sisters? haha&lt;br /&gt;Yea and of course all the sports ppl. so &lt;em&gt;co-operative&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly &lt;strong&gt;stc netballers&lt;/strong&gt;!! we all rock. and are totally lame but still . i love all u crazy ppl. c u tmrw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-106873559604359870?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106873559604359870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106873559604359870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106873559604359870' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-106795328969811560</id><published>2003-11-04T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T05:41:45.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stupid presentation! What's the use what's the use what's the use/ iT's so irritating. Why must I do this stupid thing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-106795328969811560?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106795328969811560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106795328969811560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106795328969811560' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-106774942097763605</id><published>2003-11-01T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T21:03:53.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/LanniPoo7/1060756853_sbwrld_squidward.jpg" border="0" alt="Squidward"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Squidward Tenticals. You're cultured,&lt;br&gt;you're intelligent, but you are also a pompus&lt;br&gt;ass. You probably have no friends, but you like&lt;br&gt;being alone, so go on with your concieted ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/LanniPoo7/quizzes/What%20Spongebob%20Character%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Spongebob Character Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got rid of the Chem button. Expected to do well for it. &lt;br /&gt;Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama came home with some guppies. She has some fascination with them. Said she will breed them. They're cute. Got names for all of them. I like Richard best. He's has a grey body and the biggest red tail among them. Feel bad for female guppies though, they're not really attractive as compared to their male counterparts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-106774942097763605?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106774942097763605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106774942097763605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106774942097763605' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-106708785064116884</id><published>2003-10-25T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T06:17:33.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/amishlurker/quizzes/Which%20Dr.%20Seuss%20character%20are%20you%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/amishlurker/1061692087_oraxresult.jpg" border="0" alt="Lorax"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Dr. Seuss character are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did something beneficial . At least for myself. Cleaned my desk and drawers. All my old books and files covered with sneeze-potential dust. &lt;br /&gt;I did sneeze after that. Still sneezing my nose off. Sort of my mucus extravaganza today. The damn dust triggered it.&lt;br /&gt;Have been controlling the ah-chooses for a few days by avoiding any contact with my nose. And the record was ruined by doing a respectful deed such as cleaning after 10 months. &lt;br /&gt;It's probably short term anyway so nvm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-106708785064116884?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106708785064116884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106708785064116884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106708785064116884' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-106696883730093957</id><published>2003-10-23T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T21:13:57.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can't even use a public bus freely. Maybe if I need to got to hld v i'll have to walk. Using the card on Saturday, Sunday, Monday and Tuesday. Wednesday's when the money rolls in. Finally  don't have to starve and isolate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-106696883730093957?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106696883730093957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106696883730093957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106696883730093957' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-106665673913385730</id><published>2003-10-20T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T06:32:18.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's so much good stuff on TV tonight. It is a priority over the pre-camp training assignments. Then I realised we have to hand in something tomorrow. Great. Waste my time again. Definitely will be a late night at the rate this is going. And I thought I could go for a run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'll just write some bullshit and continue with my life. Good idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-106665673913385730?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106665673913385730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106665673913385730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106665673913385730' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-106645972325040682</id><published>2003-10-18T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T23:48:42.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My teeth will drop out if I continue chewing &lt;br /&gt;Marigold Apple Juice straws.&lt;br /&gt;Mama's been bringing home truckloads of&lt;br /&gt;remainders from her kids.&lt;br /&gt;Least there's no cider in Marigold Juice.&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;em&gt;100percent pure&lt;/em&gt; or so we are told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The National Colours Award was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;The caterers did a great job compared to last year.&lt;br /&gt;Plus I saw Debre. Always happy to see her.&lt;br /&gt;Still remember the days when I was GS and she &lt;br /&gt;was GA and how she was the one that started&lt;br /&gt;everyone on the nick burkey. But I prefer burke&lt;br /&gt;because the &lt;em&gt;key&lt;/em&gt; sort of reminds me of ren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this big shawled lady , probably&lt;br /&gt;the DM of SJC or some other ij school&lt;br /&gt;The way she checked the attire of the recipients&lt;br /&gt;was like the Boot Camp officer when he was&lt;br /&gt;really furious.&lt;br /&gt;I was trembling whenever I passed her, afraid&lt;br /&gt;that she would ask me to tie my hair all nice.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, she had this gift of differenciating &lt;br /&gt;STC from everyone else. Or maybe we're just&lt;br /&gt;to neat. heh.&lt;br /&gt;Suppiah is like a little girl wearing a Hello Kitty&lt;br /&gt;Dress holding a flower compared to the way she&lt;br /&gt;behaved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-106645972325040682?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106645972325040682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106645972325040682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106645972325040682' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-106630776239662857</id><published>2003-10-16T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T05:36:02.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Snitched a pale pink daisy from the farewell party. xt's one was a bright yellow but I'll stop complaining. Ate 5 slices of pizza. And you wonder what happened after that. But it was worth it. Love pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still don't know what to do later. Watched basic cable all midday. Maybe I only can find fun things to do when I'm under pressure to do more important stuff. There's got to be so much more than sleeping all day. Don't get  me wrong . Sleep is good. But there's so much to discover then lying horizontal.&lt;em&gt; All this coming from the laziest girl in the world&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-106630776239662857?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106630776239662857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106630776239662857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106630776239662857' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-106354325193484835</id><published>2003-09-14T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T05:40:51.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oooh dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night. Tomorrow school will start. Haven't started my homework. Well I've got to start sometime. Maybe later. I'm so silly aren't I? Probably won't be sleeping the whole night. Then finals are coming up in 3 weeks?!! How sad.&lt;br /&gt;Then what am I doing online right now? Should be starting. Lit, Physics, Ss, Math, Malay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-106354325193484835?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106354325193484835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106354325193484835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106354325193484835' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-106343828390647758</id><published>2003-09-13T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T00:31:23.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/GinuwinesShorty/1050436873_ffsameoldg.gif" border="0" alt="HASH(0x87196c8)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Same Ol' G!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/GinuwinesShorty/quizzes/What%20Ginuwine%20Song%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Ginuwine Song Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silly girl who just wasted her life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 1.pm. this cool Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;My fault, watched Forever Fever twice in a row last night. But I deserve the sleep in becuase I haven't slept in the entire week. Talk about a  holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beep test. no comment. played floorball. It was getting knowhere. Apart from the fact that we were screaming for no apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which went to town. Dan treated me the fried noodle. yumyum. &lt;br /&gt;You hang in there ok dan? Everything's goin to turn out right. I know ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-106343828390647758?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106343828390647758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106343828390647758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106343828390647758' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-106334515319960110</id><published>2003-09-11T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T22:39:13.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/TheIronGargoyle/1060736558_EXTImage11.jpg" border="0" alt="Higgs Boson"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Higgs Boson -- You are crazy and wacky and nobody&lt;br&gt;really understands you. Theoretically your&lt;br&gt;humor gives the universe mass and existence,&lt;br&gt;but the explanation as to how this all works is&lt;br&gt;still in the works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/TheIronGargoyle/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20subatomic%20particle%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of subatomic particle are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The **** test&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the dead bitch walking.&lt;br /&gt;Later for training we are going to have the Beep test.&lt;br /&gt;It's a physical test, which  requires to run from one side to another repetitively and you should reach the ohter side when the beep sounds. &lt;br /&gt;Do you know how much I  hate it!!!!!!!!!!!!! Stupid beep test. I am the very UNfit this year, I failed my napfa how do you expect to get through L6 of the beppin Beep test! I'm heart's jumping right now and I'm no where near training time yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanced upon Jia Rui's blog just now. Finally confirmed her face to the name. Sorry Jia Rui, anyway I've never talked to you and you will never read this.&lt;br /&gt;Her enthusiasm for the beep test amazes me! I wish I had her spirit!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid that I'm shaking(actually it's just cold)&lt;br /&gt;Very reluctant to do it but I am obliged to. &lt;br /&gt;I'm going to embarrass myself and I Do Not Like To Be Humiliated.&lt;br /&gt;If I do something I must do it right and win or else I won't even try. I know, sore looser. But i'm so scared my fingers are trembling(it's real now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do! Plus, it's we're running with the trackers. Not that I have anything against them, in fact I admire their ability to run so beeping fast. Thing is, I'm the lazy sort of netballer who only knows how to throw balls and get into space. Running and anything phyically exhuasting is way off my league. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid beep test. **** the **** test. beep the beepin beep test.dicouraging ****.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-106334515319960110?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106334515319960110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106334515319960110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106334515319960110' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-106327948085851532</id><published>2003-09-11T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T04:24:40.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/eas73/1058590249_turesjack5.JPG" border="0" alt="jack and eliz on island"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are "Welcome to the Caribbean, love."&lt;br&gt;You're more than a little world-weary, but also&lt;br&gt;intelligent and you keep your head when things&lt;br&gt;get dodgy.  You're everybody's favorite&lt;br&gt;drinking buddy, but your stubbornness does get&lt;br&gt;in the way sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/eas73/quizzes/Which%20one%20of%20Captain%20Jack%20Sparrow's%20bizarre%20sayings%20from%20Pirates%20of%20the%20Caribbean%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which one of Captain Jack Sparrow's bizarre sayings from Pirates of the Caribbean are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a nice day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was major chill-out. Didn't have any stress just bummed around the 'hood.  This is what a holiday i suppose to be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the sort with the powerful talent of balancing work and rest , it's either extreme for me. So I have decided to go full-blow relack 'till school starts and from then on I will become Super Nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great time at Jelita today. Bought my HotKid teh tarik with the cow imprinted on it. I thought they stopped manufacturing it, but it's back. Rejoice! Didn't manage to rent VCDs.No money you see. Wanted to borrow Fight Club and To Kill a Mocking Bird. I love Fight Club. But I don't think they sell the novel here. Mama says that Atticus is really handsome on TKAMB. Thought he was suppose to be some nerd guy. Ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to play Mahal Soccer with my homies. But we were short of players. Teak went to JB and resa rena had tuition. Feel so bad for both of them. psle year. I know you 2 will do well ok? Never seen 12yearolds actually study. Maybe I'm speaking of myself. Didn't even do  homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.don't think I've been bumming all day. Helped my bradar make a his new blog &lt;a href="http://mongsengreloaded.blogspot.com"&gt;MonsengReloaded&lt;/a&gt; Go check it out. I know it's rather lame. Ok damn lame. But it's a nice no-brainer thing. He writes pretty well too. &lt;br /&gt;I have also been visiting ALL you blogs. And reading all you lovely entries. Keep writing ok. So I won't start stoning at the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taTa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-106327948085851532?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106327948085851532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106327948085851532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106327948085851532' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-106320142705318724</id><published>2003-09-10T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T06:43:46.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/jsimner/1062440431_ten.jpg" border="0" alt="My inner child is ten years old today"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;My inner child is ten years old!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adult world is pretty irrelevant to me. Whether&lt;br&gt;I'm off on my bicycle (or pony) exploring, lost&lt;br&gt;in a good book, or giggling with my best&lt;br&gt;friend, I live in a world apart, one full of&lt;br&gt;adventure and wonder and other stuff adults&lt;br&gt;don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/jsimner/quizzes/How%20Old%20is%20Your%20Inner%20Child%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;How Old is Your Inner Child?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. Isn't it a nice day? Feeling giddy and light-headed. I blame it for lack of training.&lt;br /&gt;Breezy and cool day it was, perfect for a nap, though I don't to those things. But good for training as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am thankful for open spaces. After training dan, xt, cher and I lied down on the empty hardcourt. It was all too ourselves. Ahh yess.. I love the feeling of the huge hardcourt closing in on me and making me part of it. I could lie down there forever. It didn't matter if there were showers, it would be pure bliss to lie down  in the rain, regardless of its acidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next scenario was when I was walking into Greenleaf Road. It is rather empty most of the time, silent, with plenty of big old trees aligning the pavement. I loved the feeling of strutting down the slope with all the oxygen I needed. Could I have reached the highest degree of claustraphobia? Can't be. Small things like these just bring down hopes of morphing into a fearless being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I'm lucky to be staying in the Greenleaf area with all it's nature and wide open spaces. Really love stc as well. It's not exactly a big school, but when it's empty, before school closes, you feel your nothing compared to it's area.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-106320142705318724?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106320142705318724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106320142705318724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106320142705318724' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-106310512360305170</id><published>2003-09-09T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T03:58:43.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.angelicwings.net" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www23.brinkster.com/angelicwingsnet/bromine.gif" border="0" alt="What Element Are You?"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the fact that I got Br and my last name is Burke so it's about the same(what stupidity)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised I'm acting strange and slightly off these few days, so I'm trying to figure out the cause. One reason is I propose is becuase I've been hogging my brother's mP3 this past week and listening to too many tunes in excess has made me a tad to senile. So I'll try to lay off it until school starts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think off much too blog nowadays though I want to blog &lt;strong&gt;quality&lt;/strong&gt; entries frequently. Just can't dig out anything decent from my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then have a nice day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-106310512360305170?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106310512360305170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106310512360305170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106310512360305170' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-106295889752012748</id><published>2003-09-07T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T11:21:37.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 1.47a.m. wide awake, and in a terrible mood. No, I do not have insomnia not to worry(like u willahaha). Slept for for about 5hours midday after watching James and The Giant Peach. And now I am wide awake and suppose to do that load of math for my lesson later at 10a.m. Sad thing is I JUST DON'T WANT TO DO IT. So I'm all wide-eyed and without a purpose just stoning this very un-starry night. Reason being I was thinking of  climbing the roof-top and chilling but it's so cloudy, what's the point? Plus I need to climb the renovation structure of my neighbours to get on top of the roof so, they might be wondering what's all the raket about. Then I'm in no mood for organization either. My room looks like a tornado just came in played around and left. I have worksheets strewn all the the damn floor and  really don't want to study and all that boring stuff y'noe?&lt;br /&gt;Well I actually did try the first of a million math sums but I could not do it. Forgot the method. Forgot to be proactive. Forgot my aim in life. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling real pissed about it you know. Usually I hate people who talk about academic stuff on their blog becuase it is seriously depressing no matter what it is about. But I just can't help it this time. What's the point of going to school later when I haven't even done work? Then if I don't go I'll be losing out then when I finally go I don't know what the hell Fungus will be talking about then I'll start to fail all the tests the more shit and more shit.&lt;br /&gt;Worse thing is the CA results. Not only do I work for myself but for my mum to. And is she happy with my results? No... worked so hard wasted all my time.. still not happy. "Why didn't you get top 10?" You tell me, I have never even been top 10 in my whole life and she expects me to jumps from bottom of class to the highest positions in this stupid irrelevant hierachy. "Why all B's? why did you fail Chem?!" Fine I failed Chemistry. I'm a weirdo who passes  Physics but fails Chemistry and doesn't know why becuase I thought the paper was so easy. But please, isn't getting B's better then failing most of my subjects and getting C's for the rest? "Only 20? How to get into JC!" So you think you can choose my tertiary education and put me in SAJC or ACJC? Mind you I want to go to RJC which is so ridiculous at the moment but still, I'm getting there ok.. wait a while. &lt;br /&gt;The results are for me, not for you. I'm sorry but I don't want to earn at least $14000 a month I don't care about money. At least for now.&lt;br /&gt;So for now I'm contemplating about whether to do my math. Regret not doing it on Saturday and on Sunday. But that's over now. Something so easy like picking up a pen and starting to calculate is so difficult to me you know. That's the most difficult part of homework. Then there's the way that I drag my time by stoning and focusing on the tuned from the radio instead. &lt;br /&gt;How pathetic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-106295889752012748?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106295889752012748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106295889752012748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106295889752012748' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-106238949469962809</id><published>2003-08-31T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T21:11:34.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sunday Part 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say, WOMAD was amazing. Apart from the steeping prices it was all good fun. The food the really nice, especially the ribs from CHIJMES. Most of the performances were great too except for one weird white guy Patrick Duff who was jamming with these 2 poor Africans. Patrick Duff's songs were so weird and meaningless. To me and del maybe, because there was a pack of people watching him in admiration. Madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also had environmental projects. One was an illusion of a man's face on a tall tree at Fort Canning which was changing it's expressions and raising it eyebrows etc. Can't get enough of that. Could just stare it all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best was Julien Jacob and Los De Abajos(i think so). Julien Jacob was this French dude who made up his own holy language(he probably just hantam some noises) and sang them. It was so amazing how he did it, and the background was really good too. Then some people started dancing(inc.us). There was this weird ah-ma wearing a bellydance suit who was shaking all the sag. Sick but damn funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los De Abajos was really cool. It was at the main stage so there were more people just dancing like mad. Such fun you know? But we had to leave around 11.15p.m... I don't mind though, has my fair share of entertainment. But I heard it carried on way until 1a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAD , I'm goin every year. And the rest of you better follow me and del, I'm telling you it's really fun(EVEN IF THERE'S NO AIR-CON.hinthint).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-106238949469962809?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106238949469962809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106238949469962809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106238949469962809' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-106231760010717063</id><published>2003-08-31T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T01:13:20.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sunday Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up rather early this morning and headed down to Botanical Gardens to meet xt. Jogged for quite a bit, as usual we never kept to our promise and slacked...we just sat our asses by the pond and watch the fishes and the tortoises. Unfortunate meetings with Karen Leong.. but I don't know her that well anyway(thank god i don't take bio). There was this filiming for one of those Indian Films.. and all the AUnties and uncles were staring. Then we finally decided to go to Mac's and xt got us lost.. ended up going round in circles but oh well, found the place eventually. Burnt my toungue with the hot tea, regret buying it.  Then we jabbered on about the future we want and obviously will never have haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which I invited myself to xt's house(it's v nice by the way) and we slacked all the way. Really slacked.. do nothing.. watch scary movie...and played lame games . Margaret the cat is so cute. But I still don't know why it's called THAT. What a peculiar name for a cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now I'm back tell you more about Part 2 of my day later. Going WOMAD with del. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-106231760010717063?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106231760010717063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106231760010717063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106231760010717063' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-106189778464827289</id><published>2003-08-26T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T04:36:24.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Things I do on Tuesday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.30a.m.--- stone on the toilet bowl for 15min&lt;br /&gt;6.10a.m.--- walk in the darkness to del's place&lt;br /&gt;                   with Liz. Liz talkin bout SmallVille(yawn)&lt;br /&gt;                   and the beautiful stars out this morning.&lt;br /&gt;6.45a.m.--- reach school and chill at the hardcourt with&lt;br /&gt;                   my Mp3.Make fun of Cindy, play with XT's blade,&lt;br /&gt;                   Nani teaches me how to open the council board,&lt;br /&gt;7.20a.m.--- check 5J's attire, the class that grows like a beanstalk&lt;br /&gt;                   after the 2nd bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Curriculum Time&lt;/strong&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;Chemistry--- screwwd up my titration results and got the Potassium&lt;br /&gt;                     Maganate thingy all over my hands. Baba didn't come, &lt;br /&gt;                     couldn't guide the helpless Burke. lpp was so annoying&lt;br /&gt;                     as usual lalalala.&lt;br /&gt;P.E--- Learned the &lt;em&gt;Hazelnut Dance&lt;/em&gt; for ACES day. Lucky I &lt;br /&gt;          danced like an asshole so Ms.Ng didn't choose me to go on the table&lt;br /&gt;          this Fri. Purposely anyhow dance to that damn stupid song.&lt;br /&gt;Malay-- Slacked&lt;br /&gt;Reccess--- Punishment from Mr.Sng. Funny lalala. Ate Mee Soto with Shikin&lt;br /&gt;                 and Atika (Haven't done this in ages).&lt;br /&gt;English--- Watched Catch Me If You Can for out English review. Nice music, &lt;br /&gt;                but boring show..yawn..then had mensus and shitting at the same&lt;br /&gt;                time. painpainpain..only wei shan can relate to me like tt haha.&lt;br /&gt;Physics---slacked&lt;br /&gt;Geog---slacked, slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counil thing so cock up. ahhh.diediedie.&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember the steps and lyrics. Then Lemo and Co. say my dancing is&lt;br /&gt;to mechanical!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then helped Clara, the stressed one, do the Teachers Day cards. Then the &lt;br /&gt;Sec2's so crap. Talk and joke so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes tt's my day. Boring. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-106189778464827289?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106189778464827289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106189778464827289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106189778464827289' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-106171585442420078</id><published>2003-08-24T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-24T02:04:14.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Busy week/ not so busy as other people like the 3a and 3b girls still working their butts off at the Radin Mas Constituency. Suppose to be doing homework. Slept late last night, made del's mum wait outside for me because I slept through the alarm. Feeling inconserate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for morning shift of funfair. So weird.sosoweird. Then the stupid guys didn't allow me and xt on the ChooChoo Train. Worse still the Civil Defence guy didn't want to give us the fireman hat. Said we were to big. What was his problem? We wanted to enjoy ourselves right?!! Walked around school.. so still on Sunday's . Then found out strange things about 3a. But their probably all not true and anyway we all just want some fun while we're still young and idiotic so who cares.&lt;br /&gt;Got very pissed with some customers. Should have asked more 3b people to come down. &lt;br /&gt;Then after all the shit me and del went to holland v Starbucks. The Frappacino really perked me up. hmmm......love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really can't think right. Have so much homework that I will continue to procrastinate about. Then the teachers day thing.. so scared... I have stage fright I don't want to perform. Contrary to popular belief, I'm actually quite shy and if I screw up something I will start to tear. 3b's seen alot of that. I'm good and faking a really good cry with tears and all to scare people to. haha. Help.. I'm so frightened to step on stage with everyone staring at me. Hardly do this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-106171585442420078?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106171585442420078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106171585442420078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106171585442420078' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-106113078467197730</id><published>2003-08-17T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T07:33:04.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah let's write briefly about the game today. Yeay i know I screwed up&lt;br /&gt;the ending game and I should train harder. Yes I know the netballers &lt;br /&gt;who are reading this talking behind my back "burke la screw up the last game&lt;br /&gt;could have hot into final round" nvm. talk talk talk.i derseve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we everyone played their best, like he said, we have understanding of the&lt;br /&gt;among each other. But at that moment when i'm playing I'm trying so hatd&lt;br /&gt;giving it my all trying my best. and after it's better i realise that i &lt;br /&gt;could have done so much more. but why? why did i let everyone down/? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that sec 1 girl sasha brough her froggies , fun to play. Then went&lt;br /&gt;to town and we TOOK A NEO PRINT. Of course I didn't pay but I got 2.&lt;br /&gt;So I can show of to those neoprint freaks *hinthint* that i have 2 TWO 1PLUS1&lt;br /&gt;NEOprint so don't mess with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then anna and whit humiliating themselves her and there in town so fun&lt;br /&gt;to watch that to. After which went to Taka with someof the netballers &lt;br /&gt;finally end up me and XT went to Kino and read kid books  to each other&lt;br /&gt;as if we were retarded. I personally enjoy "OLD MACDONALD HAD A FARM"&lt;br /&gt;Very good book. Andy Pandy and his 2 flowers and Green Eggs and Ham&lt;br /&gt;we great reads too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now just chilling. Downloading Machi Didi and then Remix of Alicia Keys.&lt;br /&gt;My aunt bought the Urban Exchange CD. It's so nice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit. 10.10p.m. hW MUZ do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-106113078467197730?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106113078467197730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106113078467197730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106113078467197730' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-106096242301448837</id><published>2003-08-15T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T08:51:24.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah CA's is over.  Exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;In no mood to write about deeper thoughts or reflections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I will moan over how I have sinned.&lt;br /&gt;Just now  swung poor Mikey's neck from my shoe bag handle and his&lt;br /&gt;head tore off! I feel so guilty. Poor Mikey. Kerri offered to patch him up, &lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for that becuase as much as I love Mikey, I would not take&lt;br /&gt;the initiative to sew him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thumbs up to Kerri's maid who is going to save Mikey from his headless state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old stuffed purple cow who comforted me before every CA.&lt;br /&gt;Hope he will like his new stitch and I hope he won't get hurt again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a nice day in school. Some funny parts, like tempting Keshia with the&lt;br /&gt;yummy spreadsheets of food in the cookbooks. Well, I had to do that , it was a &lt;br /&gt;Malay book, furthurmore I had Malay CA after reccess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was fun. I don't care if leslie was in a bad mood, it was just such a screw&lt;br /&gt;up today that I can't help getting into fits of laughter. Then the guides were singing&lt;br /&gt;up in the hall, crazy singing like the trials for American Idol . Sorry to all guides, but hey&lt;br /&gt;you brightened up my bright day much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since CA is over, I'll write more intelligent entries soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah so happy it's over it's over now it's over it's time to now it's over. been shut down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-106096242301448837?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106096242301448837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106096242301448837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106096242301448837' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-106077932060654587</id><published>2003-08-13T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T06:00:09.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Odear. So shitty. Today was a shitty day. Oh my silly CA's how &lt;br /&gt;I hate them so. Today was a bad day. badbadbad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS---Planned to do pretty well BUT had no time to write&lt;br /&gt;all my wonderful surely get correct answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Math---No comment. ee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining today. Coudn't train much. sIGH. So scared so bloddy hell scared&lt;br /&gt;for Sunday. Then I can't stop thinking about all this rubbish circulating around.&lt;br /&gt;What rubbish? I'm not so sure myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish sch had a boarding house, then I wouldn't be so slack and study at designated&lt;br /&gt;times so I really WOULD study and stop denying my brain of the privlidge of information it can retain. I seriously want to stay in school with Mikey. Haha. I don't care ok Suzy,  Mikey is mine I disown the vibrating bunny. My poor Mikey, lying face down on the bacteria-infested vandalised hard table of mine. His 4 soggy breasts probably ..ok i should stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Dinner and Dance thing, don't think I'm goin, furhturmore no money.. haha no date.. thought of asking Mr.Moi haaaaaaaaahhhahahaha. Stupid. As if I need anyone, only&lt;br /&gt;my *****. but I want to get a table with my team.. ahh.. I feel that i MUST go becayse of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So afraid of everything and everyone. Brave new person is gone. Not again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-106077932060654587?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106077932060654587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/106077932060654587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106077932060654587' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-105989600621123097</id><published>2003-08-03T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T00:33:26.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>del said the NDP wasn't all that great, but I'm still goin haha.&lt;br /&gt;Who said I liked to watch it anyway? I only want the goodie bag.&lt;br /&gt;Plus this year we got lucky and are sitting in the grand stand!&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. maybe we can shake hands with Vivian and all the other&lt;br /&gt;MP's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still very angry. I don't know what to call it. Maybe it's not&lt;br /&gt;about that particular little asshole.. by that profanity you&lt;br /&gt;should know where she's coming from. Maybe it's my own little &lt;br /&gt;problems with controlling myself. Seriously, I don't hate that&lt;br /&gt;much people but she's joined the ranks of evil with LPP and Hitler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she was on the E!Online RANK hosted by my sister Brooke Burke,&lt;br /&gt;they would probably have a tough time choosing between the 3 of them&lt;br /&gt;for top spot and call it a tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess this wrath can't go on forever and we HAVE to work together&lt;br /&gt;and I have to respect her for working her stupid charms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-105989600621123097?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/105989600621123097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/105989600621123097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#105989600621123097' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-105976113180024176</id><published>2003-08-01T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T11:05:31.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>right now i'm really flaming and i can't compose myself.&lt;br /&gt;really anygry with some issues with mentally-unwell people&lt;br /&gt;who try to hard. I can't take it. If she gets what she wants,&lt;br /&gt;I am going to get seriously pissed off BIG TIME. Such a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm being irrational becuase if she is not "right" in the&lt;br /&gt;head I should not deny her of anything that comes her way.&lt;br /&gt;Still fuming though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a long day. Lessons in 3b were a drag today. Ohgod traingle's lessons&lt;br /&gt;are so dull, I can't even be bothered to learn the complicated &lt;br /&gt;formula's. Shan is the one that is teaching me instead of triangle.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if Wei Shan is not qualified she's way better than the&lt;br /&gt;pointed (tt part) teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Ah.. then Wei Shan went to tell Val Koh what WE saw. Wei Shan&lt;br /&gt;you saw it also ok......... don't just write MY name. But it was&lt;br /&gt;really funny when she confronted me about it. Perked my day up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For netball he wants me to play C. Can't believe it. Burke the &lt;br /&gt;lazy one has to be alert. haha&lt;br /&gt;It's quite fun actually, being&lt;br /&gt;in control of the game, but I have to build up my speed and jumps.&lt;br /&gt;Have to run everyday. I have to prove I can overcome this psycho &lt;br /&gt;challenge.I miss playing shooter with Dan though. So sad, we work &lt;br /&gt;pretty well. I'm very worried about the upcoming Pesta Sukan.&lt;br /&gt;I still have to learn the basic patterns of this new position and&lt;br /&gt;our team must start working together.&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone recovers from sickness and injury and have&lt;br /&gt;full attendance for the next few trainings.&lt;br /&gt;We HAVE TO WIN. I don't CARE. I'm going to put in all I got. &lt;br /&gt;So everyone else better to. yes. pressure . I DON'T CARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to accomplish plenty of things. I know I can achieve what&lt;br /&gt;I want, and I will work very hard for it. If I fail, I'll just &lt;br /&gt;respect what happens and continue working like a crazy bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This must be what it's like to have a fire inside.&lt;br /&gt;No one can stop me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-105976113180024176?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/105976113180024176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/105976113180024176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105976113180024176' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-105914291704252202</id><published>2003-07-25T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T07:22:29.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You see I made a deal with Shariff_bro_ that if he ate the juicy&lt;br /&gt;red chilli from the backyard I would make his tag-board.&lt;br /&gt;Just for kicks. I like to see how far certain humans would go for things.&lt;br /&gt;At first I was thinking why not charge him 5 bucks to eat it, but&lt;br /&gt;money don't grow on trees in the backyard so I'll make him a t-board&lt;br /&gt;soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still can capture that precious moment before dinner. &lt;br /&gt;He filled his Nike Waterbottle(which he won @ stcfunfair) placed in reach&lt;br /&gt;of his chilli eating position and placed the whole chilli ever so&lt;br /&gt;gently on his tongue. He kept it there for a while, and finally plucked&lt;br /&gt;up the crazy brains of a 13yr old male and started chewing, moment by&lt;br /&gt;moment on the red hot chilli. Yes, it was hot, I could tell. And I was&lt;br /&gt;sure he wasn't faking it, he's a bad actor so , you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so amazing watching him chew with his eyes closed tears streaming&lt;br /&gt;and with an expression which was so obscure and rare to see him demonstrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally feel that it was like someone eating greentea ice-cream only&lt;br /&gt;to find out it was Wasabe. Same dreadful senses. Something so painful cutting&lt;br /&gt;through your nose and out of your nostrils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes I am very pleased with his spectacular performance of eating garden-fresh&lt;br /&gt;chilli. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-105914291704252202?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/105914291704252202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/105914291704252202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105914291704252202' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-105807096904846995</id><published>2003-07-12T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T21:36:09.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, was by-far one of the best days I spent at home. Mama&lt;br /&gt;(the mom), 6-million $$ man (gian luigi) and I (bionic woman), &lt;br /&gt;spent the entire day chilling out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to the ring of Morgan trying to get me. I was suppose&lt;br /&gt;to be in school that lovely Saturday morning, adding the&lt;br /&gt;finishing touches to the funfair prizes etc. Well too bad for me,&lt;br /&gt;I completely forgot that Morgan asked me to come to school.&lt;br /&gt;I frown and my irresponsibility and lack of guilt after awaking&lt;br /&gt;from slumber a tad to late to reach school.&lt;br /&gt;A clear difference from Burke 15 years to Burke aged 14 was the&lt;br /&gt;enthusiasm for anything to do with the class.&lt;br /&gt;This year I was to lazy to ask my mom for 3bucks to enter Sentosa&lt;br /&gt;for the 3b class party and concluded I should not go. It contrasts&lt;br /&gt;so vividly from when I actually played a part in organising a class&lt;br /&gt;party last year and thinking of ways to make it fun. &lt;br /&gt;Now I've learned that I should start getting my butt out of the house&lt;br /&gt;and remember the pain I should share in preparing for the funfair&lt;br /&gt;with everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;I will now eat humble pie and proclaim I have become and absent-minded,&lt;br /&gt;lazy bitch with no initiative to do anything. And to make you happy,&lt;br /&gt;I will change my ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I told my mama how I had sinned in standing up my classmates,&lt;br /&gt;well she just said, and I quote her exactly, "Nevermind lah, burn"&lt;br /&gt;Which gave me a kickstart to the enitire day.&lt;br /&gt;My mama isn't like most parents. Of course she will remind me everyday&lt;br /&gt;that after my A levels(she presumes I'm goin to JC), I will go back&lt;br /&gt;to Wellington and study in Victoria University. She also expects me&lt;br /&gt;to become a lawyer and all, and send her $2000 a month.&lt;br /&gt;But like every mom, she's unigue in her own odd way.&lt;br /&gt;My mama complements me in my fine taste of music, and sits on my bed &lt;br /&gt;analyzing her Union letters while I do my homework. At times she know's&lt;br /&gt;more about what's new on The Perect10 then I do. She know's more hype about&lt;br /&gt;Prince William then I do(who gives a shit), the latest on&lt;br /&gt;Britney, laughs at the way Nelly has a plaster on his cheek, bought the &lt;br /&gt;Blue CD for herself, and is going to buy Urban Exchange after wathcing them&lt;br /&gt;on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She found out I liked dangly ear rings and was so terribly overjoyed by the&lt;br /&gt;revelation. I personally feel she's afraid I'm a lesbian. &lt;br /&gt;The best part of having mama as a mom was last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin had given Gian Luigi a really powerful laser pointer as a souvenier&lt;br /&gt;from Paris. It was a high-quality sort, the type that could have been used on&lt;br /&gt;rifles for target's. My mama was excited on finding this out and decided we &lt;br /&gt;should point this into our neighbour's house while they were chilling out&lt;br /&gt;at night. She's not a wicked witch, but I must admit we really&lt;br /&gt;diliked those neighbours of our's. So around 11P.m. while they were watching&lt;br /&gt;TV, mama swithced off all the lights in our house and pointed the laser straight&lt;br /&gt; across the street,into their living room. We took turns doing this, and soon they realised there&lt;br /&gt;was a red dot, aiming at their house. The fella opened the door to see what the &lt;br /&gt;hell was going on and we ducked just under our window laughing uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ingenious plan to make our unfriendly neighbours think someone&lt;br /&gt;was aiming a gun at their house was masterminded by my mama, herself.&lt;br /&gt;And they woudn't suspect it was us, considering they had a handful of&lt;br /&gt;enemies in the ghetto,it could be anyone.&lt;br /&gt;We're still having a good laugh at it, it certainly made my day.&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are other peculiar traits like how she has a cursh&lt;br /&gt;on this ugly guy who looks like MR.toad from The Wind In the Willows,&lt;br /&gt;but I won't go into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, my mama can be a real pain when it comes to getting good&lt;br /&gt;grades, but she is a whole lot of fun other then that. She takes&lt;br /&gt;on the role of the fun parent and evil parent, unlike other parents&lt;br /&gt;eg. XT's FTB and dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know where my brother learned how to lie through his nose and&lt;br /&gt;how I learned how to hide evidence when it come to sticky situations.&lt;br /&gt;It's my mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-105807096904846995?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/105807096904846995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/105807096904846995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105807096904846995' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-105741010408356339</id><published>2003-07-05T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-05T06:01:44.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know today is one of the first times i considered all the &lt;br /&gt;problems I'd have to face in the future. Firstly, I will be stuck&lt;br /&gt;in Singapore for my entire education. That means I have to &lt;br /&gt;go to NUS. Then I might retain this year becuase this year if&lt;br /&gt;I don't do something about my grades. And I bet that even if I &lt;br /&gt;scrape end year those damn teachers like lpp etc. will push me&lt;br /&gt;to retain. &lt;br /&gt;Then my aunty and mum want me to change to 3c,d,or e. But I really&lt;br /&gt;cannot catch up with the subjects they are learning. My aunt's&lt;br /&gt;coming from Sydney soon, and she's probably comin to stc to transfer&lt;br /&gt;me. I don't want that. Worse I'm beingwatched over by leslie &lt;br /&gt;and out of main team if I continue with &lt;br /&gt;my bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i Know it's very stupid and narrow to just think negatively but&lt;br /&gt;I can't see anything positive or of more importance. From&lt;br /&gt;now on all I can go is up. One more mistake and I'm done for.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I've got not much a talent for anything, even studying. &lt;br /&gt;So just studying is the way to go. I have issues with commitment.&lt;br /&gt;mAYBE i can't stick to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess everyone else is as screwed as me or worse. So I should&lt;br /&gt;just be a dickhead and continue with my beautiful life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-105741010408356339?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/105741010408356339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/105741010408356339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105741010408356339' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-105715376569241745</id><published>2003-07-02T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T06:49:25.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gian Luigi literally asked me to use the pc. So i'm not doin.&lt;br /&gt;work till later. just chillin. i have my 3in1 owl coffee &lt;br /&gt;to keep me up. &lt;em&gt;hooray to 2 free boxes of OWL 3in1 with &lt;br /&gt;any big grocery spree at NTUC!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started off school week great. I have created the &lt;strong&gt;new me &lt;/strong&gt;even&lt;br /&gt;before the mission started. But I don't think I should go&lt;br /&gt;into details because everytime i do that the inspiration contained&lt;br /&gt;for the &lt;strong&gt;new me &lt;/strong&gt;floats away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission is very good becuase we can miss lessons. We should have it&lt;br /&gt;more often, during curriculum time. &lt;em&gt;It's an excellent excuse to&lt;br /&gt;seem to enjoy the thing and relax.&lt;/em&gt; I love mission. Just for that&lt;br /&gt;though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm to cheerful during training nowadays. Even though it makes me&lt;br /&gt;anticipate with excitement and all the happy feelings to start,&lt;br /&gt;the serious side of me has gone. Which includes the concentration &lt;br /&gt;and ensuring that I do everything to the best of my abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just realised that influence plays a big role in communities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm to be more serious and dull now&lt;/strong&gt;. I recall I was like that a &lt;br /&gt;few months ago. I think &lt;em&gt;that was better then now&lt;/em&gt;. As I said, influence&lt;br /&gt;is really important. If the sec 2's and 3's keep on joking around all&lt;br /&gt;the time, the atmosphere will be too much at ease to the extent that&lt;br /&gt;the sec1's tend to think that they can do the same.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, they have &lt;strong&gt;yet to learn the art of joking and training&lt;br /&gt;real hard simultaneously and are bending to much to the lighter side.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we should enjoy ourselves, esp. in our respective B and C &lt;br /&gt;teams, but not through the entire day or in-front of the sec-1's.&lt;br /&gt;There are messages to be conveyed, mistakes to right, new things to&lt;br /&gt;learn, and the beginning of a whole new attitude towards these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now i'll get on with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Thnks to these ppl who made me realise that good examples are KEY.&lt;br /&gt;1. The sec1's who i influenced today. i'm sorry for being a clown.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mission. Peer Pressure works on ppl who favour you.&lt;br /&gt;3. Danica. Thanks, you're entry confirmed my suspisions about examplary&lt;br /&gt;   behaviouR. &lt;strong&gt;I will not be an asshole during training :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-105715376569241745?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/105715376569241745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/105715376569241745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105715376569241745' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-105670601662748425</id><published>2003-06-27T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T02:26:56.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/darkmoonrain/quizzes/What%20rating%20is%20your%20journal%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/darkmoonrain/1056295692_resratedpg.jpg" border="0" alt="pg"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What rating is your journal?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally feel mine should be rated G.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of censorship, last night on Channel i news they were &lt;br /&gt;reporting a case about this guy who cut his pubic hair in public.&lt;br /&gt;No, he was not insane. It was a performance.&lt;br /&gt;Just like any busker. The fella is stripped down to his undies at&lt;br /&gt;Toa Payoh Central in-front of all the Ah Soh's and Ah Pek's, snip &lt;br /&gt;snip snip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well of course the police are going to arrrest him!&lt;br /&gt;What kind of street performance was that? &lt;br /&gt;I don't see any artistic expression in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not putting my shoes into one of PAP's government official's&lt;br /&gt;or an old lady who caught the feat with her failing eyesight.&lt;br /&gt;No one in the right mind will be entertained by watching hair fall&lt;br /&gt;from someone's private parts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that Singaporeans aren't conservative.But I'm sure it will be shunned&lt;br /&gt;or deemed unpopular to the public of other countries as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless your a sick pervert who gets sexually aroused.&lt;br /&gt;I admit the cutter might be having a nice time. &lt;br /&gt;But the rest of us aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore should have more street performers other then during&lt;br /&gt;the Busker's Festival.  &lt;br /&gt;Maybe in those fancy and touristy areas. &lt;br /&gt;We are lack of fun on the pavements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no cutting pubic hair openly please. Do that at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-105670601662748425?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/105670601662748425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/105670601662748425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105670601662748425' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-95912707</id><published>2003-06-22T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-22T04:02:20.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Yeay I WIN.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see Luigi thinks he can get on the computer when I want to, &lt;br /&gt;even though my intentions of using it are more significant than&lt;br /&gt;his. Then we fight. etc.&lt;br /&gt;Then I be a sore looser and say I'm going to Jelita (nearby mini-mall),&lt;br /&gt;knowing how much he loves that place. So when I'm walking outside,&lt;br /&gt;Luigi shouts to me from the balcony to wait to say he's coming. See!&lt;br /&gt;I knew he didn't NEED to use the computer. When I turn the bend I decide,&lt;br /&gt;I don't really want to buy a Malay Newspaper that I would never read anyway,&lt;br /&gt;so I hid in the drain and watched him sprint away trying to catch up with&lt;br /&gt;the supposed me who's moaning all the way to Jelita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little does he know, I hopped out from that drain (must say,very good for hiding)&lt;br /&gt;and walked back home. But I was still a little nervous because I remember jumping&lt;br /&gt;into the drain just when I saw him running so he could have seen me and walked back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it wasn't true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I climbed onto the swing, reached the roof(didn't want to disturb my grandma), &lt;br /&gt;climbed over into the balcony and&lt;br /&gt;wala, the lovely computer waiting for me to type.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-95912707?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/95912707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/95912707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#95912707' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-95830401</id><published>2003-06-19T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T08:45:36.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is Thursday. &lt;br /&gt;How nice, school is starting soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone stole Luigi's money. Now he's throwing things across the &lt;br /&gt;room. That's not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, he found it. What a coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick. Sneezing again. Not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-95830401?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/95830401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/95830401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95830401' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-95796099</id><published>2003-06-18T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T09:40:55.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/O/Onza/1055575114_vPicsCelt2.JPG" border="0" alt="People may think of you as being mystical, but you can also kick butt.  Your civilization is the Celts; perhaps it is that you prefer roving chiefdoms over a rigid empire, or maybe "&gt;&lt;br&gt;People may think of the Celts as being mystical,&lt;br&gt;but they also kicked butt.  Perhaps it is that&lt;br&gt;you prefer roving chiefdoms over a rigid&lt;br&gt;empire, or maybe you just enjoy the fancy knot&lt;br&gt;designs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Onza/quizzes/What%20is%20your%20ancient%20civilization%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What is your ancient civilization?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.L was ok. Nothing to shout about. My aunt's condo finally got &lt;br /&gt;pool fixed. But I don't really like pools. &lt;br /&gt;Got a few VCDs. That was real nice. But the police are more strict&lt;br /&gt;on piracy so there are less vendors and DVDs are more of the craze&lt;br /&gt;now.(get a DVD). Went to the PetroSains, &lt;i&gt;the wonderful brainwash&lt;br /&gt;the children of Malaysia on the wonders of Petronas oil&lt;/i&gt; science center&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN. It really is a cool place, apart from the brainwashing. That&lt;br /&gt;had to be the highlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some other stuff like shopping although I don't really like&lt;br /&gt;it. Unless I somehow get $5000 for spending I'll enjoy it but then again&lt;br /&gt;I'll feel bad and probably donate the money or save it. &lt;b&gt;Stupid Girl I am&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But I got a book! Yeah. So happy. Twelth Night, Shakespeare. I need to &lt;br /&gt;learn all the old english and terms used in the poetry of the play. Far more&lt;br /&gt;deep then I expected it too be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I want to know more about Greek Mythology and Philosophy. Do any of&lt;br /&gt;you have books I could read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to be back. I want to hang in da ghetto y'noe with ma' homies.&lt;br /&gt;nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-95796099?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/95796099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/95796099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95796099' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-95661160</id><published>2003-06-14T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T07:38:25.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Going to K.L&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/calibeachbaby04/1055572330_anSeacrest.jpg" border="0" alt="Ryan Seacrest"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Ryan Seacrest. Two words: Pretty Boy. You&lt;br&gt;know that old saying, better seen and not&lt;br&gt;heard? ...mmmhmmm... So you're pretty, but&lt;br&gt;dumb, at times incredibly annoying, and you&lt;br&gt;serve absolutely no purpose in life except&lt;br&gt;being a manifestation of evil from the powers&lt;br&gt;that be at FOX. But you're pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/calibeachbaby04/quizzes/Which%20American%20Idol%20persona%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which American Idol persona are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-95661160?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/95661160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/95661160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95661160' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-95581834</id><published>2003-06-12T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T00:39:33.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/ColdTuesday/1052866406_TheLostSoul.JPG" border="0" alt="The Lost Soul"&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Lost Soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ColdTuesday/quizzes/What%20sign%20of%20the%20Black%20Zodiac%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What sign of the Black Zodiac are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't whether I should go for Wednesday's training or take a break in K.L. &lt;br /&gt;Problem is if I got to K.L I won't be in time for training on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;I confirmed I would come for training, and considering I've been sick the past&lt;br /&gt;week and have a complet cut in stamina, &lt;b&gt;my conscience tells me to go for training&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Plus I have a tournament around the corner and I need to be in the team. &lt;i&gt;Always let your conscience be you guide. Recall it from a Disney movie, Pinnochio I think.&lt;/i&gt;I can't let my team down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still. My mom wants me to go for this all expenses paid trip to Kuala Lumpur.&lt;br /&gt;Me and my bro will be given return tickets in &lt;i&gt;Nice 2&lt;/i&gt;, this double deck luxury bus&lt;br /&gt;and also shopping money. I could buy my long list of VCD's and go crazy at the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;KLCC&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Sungai Wang&lt;/i&gt;.. I want to go to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do? So far, I told me mum I seriously can't go and anyway I don't&lt;br /&gt;think I deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a pahtectic, meaningless dilemma!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-95581834?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/95581834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/95581834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95581834' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-95536294</id><published>2003-06-10T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T21:49:37.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ladyinterference.com/assorteds/quiz.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ladyinterference.com/assorteds/sixties.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ladyinterference.com/assorteds/quiz.html" target="_blank"&gt;what decade does your personality live in?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quiz brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.ladyinterference.com/" target="_blank"&gt;lady interference, ltd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in the 60's. Always wanted to be a protester and go for those marches! That would be so&lt;br /&gt;fun ;) Too bad it's not popular in Singapore. I'm sure the feeling of tons of people boycotting&lt;br /&gt;an organisation will be terrific. But I'd probably get sent to prison or face humiliation and a &lt;br /&gt;bad record if I protested here. &lt;br /&gt;I think the 60s was when the Blues and Jazz was big in the US right? Not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;It would be so fine to live in Memphis and visit all the Blues pubs! [Dreaming.Dream on b2]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-95536294?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/95536294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/95536294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95536294' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-95428647</id><published>2003-06-08T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-08T00:11:08.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm going wacko,esp after reading the rap below&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-6/192529/images.jpg'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If The Matrix: Reloaded were a gangsta rap video)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Music: Fade in background music, distant gunshots, distant sirens. Cross fade to sounds of glasses clinking and women moaning.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Visual: The camera pans across the park where, in Reloaded, Neo meets with the Oracle and then fights Agent Smith. A group of Fly Girls are standing up against the walls, waiting.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morpheus (speaking, as voice-over): No one can tell you what the chronic is, you have to smoke it for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Music: A rap beat begins.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Visual: Neo drives up in a tricked-out black convertible, which is visibly shaking from its massive stereo system pounding out the beat. Neo steps out, leans back against the car, takes a final drag on his blunt and tosses it on the ground.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neo (rapping):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, Cypher was a zero but I'm the One.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the reloaded hero with the big black gun.&lt;br /&gt;I was born in the Matrix, y'all, back in the hood&lt;br /&gt;but I took the red pill and it went down good&lt;br /&gt;with an Absolut chaser and a twist o' lime.&lt;br /&gt;In the desert of the real I'm a bust a rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can walk a tightrope after drinkin' a fifth,&lt;br /&gt;stop a bullet in the air, slap Agent Smith &lt;br /&gt;straight down to the floor, plumb through to the cella,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm mackin' every tasty little Zion cave dwella.&lt;br /&gt;Blowin' into your town like a pimp typhoon,&lt;br /&gt;stirrin' coffee with my mind 'cause there ain't no spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Visual: the Fly Girls step away from the wall and start a slow, undulating dance.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly Girls (singing): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can tell you what the chronic is,&lt;br /&gt;you have to smoke it for yourself. Ooooh-ooo-ooooh.&lt;br /&gt;No one can tell you what the chronic is,&lt;br /&gt;you have to smoke it for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neo (rapping):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the N to the E-O, a man of means,&lt;br /&gt;mad kung fu skillz to submarine the machines,&lt;br /&gt;now I'm takin' my game to the digitized streets&lt;br /&gt;where the sucka AI's know I can't be beat.&lt;br /&gt;Not afraid of algorithms or electronics --&lt;br /&gt;I trump the chumps 'cause I've got the chronic.&lt;br /&gt;I'm high on the red pill, down with the truth,&lt;br /&gt;if I got to jack out, I got a telephone booth.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the O-N-E and my story's allegorical,&lt;br /&gt;y'all watch me now while I kick it with the Oracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Visual: the Fly Girls' dancing becomes more aggressive and acrobatic.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly Girls (singing): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can tell you what the chronic is,&lt;br /&gt;you have to smoke it for yourself. Ooooh-ooo-oooh.&lt;br /&gt;No one can tell you what the chronic is,&lt;br /&gt;you have to smoke it for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Visual: Neo approaches the Oracle. Unlike in the movie, here the Oracle's avatar is a gorgeous young Black woman. She wears a neon pink bikini and lounges in a hot tub. A bottle of champagne sits beside her, and she takes a sip from her glass. She slides out of the hot tub to sit on the edge with her legs dangling in the water. The camera zooms in briefly on water droplets running down her body, then zooms back out.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oracle (rapping):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna lay the funky rhymes down verse by verse&lt;br /&gt;I predict the last word before I've heard the first.&lt;br /&gt;Put your hands in the air for my Oracle style&lt;br /&gt;'cause I'm from the old school like an ASCII text file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neo, you a playa, you the pimp of the Matrix.&lt;br /&gt;Your girl's fine, dressin' like a dominatrix --&lt;br /&gt;haxor skillz and stiletto heels,&lt;br /&gt;give Trinity props, you know she keepin' it real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now have a seat Neo 'cause I know you will later.&lt;br /&gt;Cozy up to me, don't be no Oracle-hater.&lt;br /&gt;We both got the munchies so eat this candy.&lt;br /&gt;I knew before I bought it, it would come in handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask, "Oracle, Oracle, on the wall,&lt;br /&gt;how can I sit back while my shorty takes the fall?&lt;br /&gt;And all the king's softwarez, and all the king's men&lt;br /&gt;can't bring my baby online again."&lt;br /&gt;But Neo you're fakin' like a masquerade,&lt;br /&gt;'cause that's one choice you know you already made.&lt;br /&gt;You came to hear the "why," and I'll tell you for free:&lt;br /&gt;You need a little old guy, looks like a burned-out Bruce Lee&lt;br /&gt;to hit you with the key that will get you through the door.&lt;br /&gt;And once you're in there, yeah you can rock it hard core.&lt;br /&gt;Go see the Merovingian is what I say,&lt;br /&gt;Now my next party's startin' so I'm on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Visual: a stretch limo pulls up, with Seraph behind the wheel. The Oracle slips into a fancy silk bathrobe, puts on her high heels, and gets into the limo, which drives away.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly Girls (singing): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can tell you what the chronic is,&lt;br /&gt;You have to smoke it for yourself. Ooooh-ooo-oooooh.&lt;br /&gt;No one can tell you what the chronic is,&lt;br /&gt;You have to smoke it for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Visual: Agent Smith walks up to Neo. He straightens his tie and begins to rap. As he raps, other copies of Smith take up positions all around him.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agent Smith (rapping):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'all AI-hataz think you bringin' some game?&lt;br /&gt;There's a hundred in my crew, and we all the same.&lt;br /&gt;When one catch a slug, the rest never complain,&lt;br /&gt;and we spreadin' like a virus all through the mainframe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often imitated, I'm crazy replicated,&lt;br /&gt;the Smith on my left was some bitch I once dated.&lt;br /&gt;It's gettin' complicated but I'm tellin' you true:&lt;br /&gt;don't go runnin' to your mama 'cause now she's a Smith, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I catch you with my code, I'll load you up with me,&lt;br /&gt;And then you'll be the S to the M-I-T&lt;br /&gt;to the H, that's Smith, there's an endless supply,&lt;br /&gt;so come step to the beat of the gangsta AI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Visual: Neo and all the Agent Smiths fight in the "burly brawl" scene. Neo flies away. The Smiths walk away. Only the Fly Girls remain. The picture becomes pixilated, fades to black, then the camera pulls back, revealing that the black background was the iris of the left eye of the lead Fly girl, as if perhaps the entire scene has been only an idea in her mind. She sits on the ground, her back to the wall. She runs her fingers through her hair and stares into the camera.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lead Fly Girl (singing solo):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can tell me what the chronic is,&lt;br /&gt;I have to smoke it for myself.&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooh-oooo-ooooooh, yeah-yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Fade out.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(First published at http://matrixessays.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;This article may be freely reproduced if it is unchanged and this notice is included.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-95428647?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/95428647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/95428647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95428647' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-95406180</id><published>2003-06-07T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-07T08:55:49.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Human Abstract &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;William Blake&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pity would be no more, &lt;br /&gt;If we did not make somebody Poor; &lt;br /&gt;And Mercy no more could be, &lt;br /&gt;If all were as happy as we; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mutual fear brings peace, &lt;br /&gt;Till the selfish loves increase; &lt;br /&gt;Then Cruelty knits a snare, &lt;br /&gt;And spreads his baits with care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sits down with holy fears, &lt;br /&gt;And waters the ground with tears; &lt;br /&gt;Then Humility takes its root &lt;br /&gt;Underneath his foot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon spreads the dismal shade &lt;br /&gt;Of Mystery over his head; &lt;br /&gt;And the Caterpillar and Fly &lt;br /&gt;Feed on the Mystery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it bears the fruit of Deceit, &lt;br /&gt;Ruddy and sweet to eat; &lt;br /&gt;And the Raven his nest has made &lt;br /&gt;In its thickest shade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gods of the earth and sea, &lt;br /&gt;Sought through Nature to find this Tree, &lt;br /&gt;But their search was all in vain; &lt;br /&gt;There grows one in the Human Brain. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to post this poem on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one makes a nice introduction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-95406180?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/95406180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/95406180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95406180' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-95372274</id><published>2003-06-06T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T07:56:28.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> I'm bored . So I'm writing lame blog entries which have no particular significance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Right now I've strapped on this mining head light on my forehead so I can see the keyboard&lt;br /&gt;in the dark.&lt;/b&gt; The computer is unfortunately positioned in my brother's room and he only wants&lt;br /&gt;light flashing from his Amazing Race 4, so I have to make do with this inappropriate type of &lt;br /&gt;lighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like an idiot who wants to go find bats in a cave with this dumb light on my head. &lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now I watched some documentary on Arts Central about Marine Life.&lt;br /&gt;There was this one petrifying scene where a grey mother whale and her calf&lt;br /&gt;were migrating north or something. And this pack of 15 killer whales were hunting&lt;br /&gt;them down. These killer whales were after the calf. It was horrible watching it .&lt;br /&gt;OK, I'll give you the low-down. &lt;br /&gt;The killer whales first sneaked up from behind and tried to&lt;br /&gt;seperate the calf from the big grey whale. Even though the mama gery whale was really huge &lt;br /&gt;and could whack predators with her fin, she was no match for the big group of killer whales.&lt;br /&gt;Once they were successful in seperating both grey whales, they &lt;b&gt;took turns forcing the baby grey&lt;br /&gt;whale into the water, drowning it&lt;/b&gt;. It was horrible, real torture you know. The mama whale tried &lt;br /&gt;to stop but she couldn't. When it was almost dead they took bites at the baby whale and all the &lt;br /&gt;blood spewed out which reddened the sea. &lt;b&gt;All the waves turned bloody.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Since the mama grey whale coudn't do anything no more, she just had to continue her migration on &lt;br /&gt;her own, without her dear baby who she protected and cared for about 13 months. It was so sad.&lt;br /&gt;And those stupid , cruel killer whales just ate the baby grey whale's jaw and tongue and let the &lt;br /&gt;corpse float down and rot at the bottom of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so tormenting to watch. But I just had to do it, I could not muster the courage to change&lt;br /&gt;the channel. And I feel disgusted. Stupid killer whales. &lt;br /&gt;You know the phrase " It's a dog eat dog world" ? what does that mean? &lt;br /&gt;Is it the same as how other whales, like a pack of wolves attack weaker ones? Some experts please&lt;br /&gt;enlighten me, I'm dying to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's 11p.m. now. Amazing Race over. My brother wants total darkness. So I must off the computer&lt;br /&gt; G'NITE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-95372274?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/95372274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/95372274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95372274' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-95358171</id><published>2003-06-05T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T22:16:59.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/trinitykills/1052781588_z3moprheus.jpg" border="0" alt="You are Morpheus-"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Morpheus, from "The Matrix." You&lt;br&gt;have strong faith in yourself and those around&lt;br&gt;you. A true leader, you are relentless in your&lt;br&gt;persuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/trinitykills/quizzes/What%20Matrix%20Persona%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Matrix Persona Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amuse ME!&lt;br /&gt;I am so utterly bored and lazy today. &lt;br /&gt;And I'm not going to bother about thinking of somehing constructive to do blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Problem: My stupid flu is giving me a really hard time.&lt;br /&gt;  Details: My mucus is no longer transparent but its all globbly and white like PVA glue.&lt;br /&gt;           And it's as sticky as glue itslef becuase I left my mucus-infected tissue on the&lt;br /&gt;           table and I had a really hard time ripping it off the latter.&lt;br /&gt;           My throat is really pain and I sound as if there's and egg stuck in my throat.&lt;br /&gt;           It's not a sexy voice AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;           I feel really sleepy although I slept through the whole of yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;           I DO NOT WANT TO BECOME THOSE SLEEPY PIG SORTS.&lt;br /&gt; Solution: I just have to take my medication and hope those little pills will do wonders.&lt;br /&gt;2.Problem: School work and parental reaction&lt;br /&gt;  Details: Don't like to talk about grades on my blog , too depressing but I don't &lt;br /&gt;           really care now. Anyway, didn't do terribly well(insults self politely),&lt;br /&gt;           number 1 in class(from the bottom) AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt; Solution: Well my parent didn't really know how to scold me, and why should she? They're MY &lt;br /&gt;           GRADES.MINMINEMINE.Have to study more and become a nerd.Sigh. Ya, and all of you&lt;br /&gt;           think its so easy becuase you were nerds since sec 1 so it comes so easily you don't&lt;br /&gt;           notice how nerdy you actually are.&lt;br /&gt;3.Problem: The Bonestter's Daughter&lt;br /&gt;  Details: Rather sick of reading The Bonesetter's Daughter. I don't really want to know about&lt;br /&gt;           mother-daughter realtionships. Can't even find the notes for literature online.&lt;br /&gt; Solution: Just have to continue reading the horrible book. Must learn how to score for Literature.&lt;br /&gt;4.Problem: Problem with Adobe Photoshop&lt;br /&gt;  Details: I seriously don't know how to combine images for my new layout. I've been tring for quite&lt;br /&gt;           a while, in hope that I could do it WITHOUT help.&lt;br /&gt; Solution: Ask Frodo or Del for help OR just forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;5.Problem: Training&lt;br /&gt;  Details: I want to got for training so badly! Supid flu. Fuck the flu. I'm getting so weak!&lt;br /&gt;           Not that I'm strong or anything, but now I just feel like a rotten plate of jelly.&lt;br /&gt; Solution: Can't exercise at home, so I just have to forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;6.Problem: Money&lt;br /&gt;  Details: Still in debt, and I want to go out. I want to watch Finding Nemo! It seems really&lt;br /&gt;           cute. Monsters Inc. was dumb, but I think Finding Nemo will be swell. Must drag my brother &lt;br /&gt;           along though he wants to watch The Phone Booth.Maybe I'll watch that too. But I have to &lt;br /&gt;           wait for the money to roll in right?&lt;br /&gt; Solution: Search the house for coins that add up to 5 bucks so I can rent The Pianist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reviewing all my problems, I realise they are meaningless compared to other people's problems.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I have a lot more but I can't be so negative anymore right?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone thinks they're problems are far more worse then others and don't know why other people are&lt;br /&gt;complaining, but I guess everyone has different standards and if we simplify everyone's problems we&lt;br /&gt;will all end up with similar situaitons.      &lt;br /&gt;And right now most of the problems up there will clear up in a few days, so I guess there are no&lt;br /&gt;worries for me.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO GO OUT. I HATE BEING A PRISONER AT HOME!*Achoo!*Now there's mucus splashed all over the monitor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-95358171?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/95358171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/95358171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95358171' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-95318156</id><published>2003-06-04T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T22:48:41.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;GeNiUs he is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-6/192529/Dr.Seuss.jpg'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Sugar for the abc-kids.com website. &lt;br /&gt;Dr.Suess, is , and always will be the greatest storyteller in the world.&lt;br /&gt;The words written by him seem ridiculous, filled with extreme nonsense, to &lt;br /&gt;to please children, allowing them to enter a fanciful and deranged world of&lt;br /&gt;rhyme. But it is somehow the reason why he is such a special writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His words come out so clearly, and any message he sends stands out so well.&lt;br /&gt;The plots he weave are in a way, twisted but have great meaning to them.&lt;br /&gt;And if not for the weird illustrations, I would never have been attracted&lt;br /&gt;to his books this long. His characters are never ordinary. They usually are&lt;br /&gt;squashed up, have a lump of red frizz for hair and furry bodies with stripey&lt;br /&gt;limbs. The more humane looking characters would have an outstanding quality&lt;br /&gt;or an extra body part, like a flower-pot on their head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stories are ultimately not to make you wish you were apart of it, but&lt;br /&gt;make us realise we should be glad to be ourselves or otherwise teach us&lt;br /&gt;a moralistic lesson in an eccentric way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised we learned much more when we were kids compared to now. Obviously&lt;br /&gt;not in skills, but how we grow up to be. As kids we learned the appropriate&lt;br /&gt;behaviour we must conduct in our society, emotions, values, and as we get older&lt;br /&gt;these things aren't able to be accepted as frequently as someone more naive.&lt;br /&gt;The only 2 values I could absorb this year was not too trust to easily and keep&lt;br /&gt;my mouth shut more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thank Dr.Seuss for the invaluable lessons he(or she?) has thought me. I am&lt;br /&gt;grateful for how I learned from his books how to be open-minded to odd things,&lt;br /&gt;accepting and just to be myself no matter how low oneself could actually be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-95318156?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/95318156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/95318156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95318156' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-95077669</id><published>2003-05-30T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T05:44:29.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;An affair with A Milk Carton&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-5/192529/001.jpg'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, we consumed it since the day we were born. Don't got telling me&lt;br /&gt;you live on Ribena as a baby. Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and milk. We had it on since I was a kid. I had this strange fascination&lt;br /&gt;for powedered milk when I was a kid. My mom use to buy this special type for&lt;br /&gt;me and my brother, it had a picture of a dusty old teddy bear on it. While&lt;br /&gt;much of the hype was over Dumex or some other commercialised kids milk, my mum&lt;br /&gt;would buy this powedered milk without fail. It made me feel special, exactly why&lt;br /&gt;did my mother buy this secret, unknown milk powder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember when I stopped the bottle. I think I was 3. Yes,  too old isn't&lt;br /&gt;it? Maybe that owed to my horrible buck teeth in Primary School. I adore this&lt;br /&gt;milk powder, especially loved to hop on to the kitchen table and eat the powder on&lt;br /&gt;its own. Now that's History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my strange milk bottled ways, I clicked on to soy milk in primary school. There&lt;br /&gt;was this really divine soya milk called "SO GOOD" which was vanilla flavoured. It really&lt;br /&gt;tasted like heaven. Whenever I went to the supermarket I would force my mother to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;I just loved it. YOU HAVE TO TRY IT.&lt;br /&gt;Then I found out that soya milk triggers fleam(gunk,y'noe stuff in your throat thing?).So I &lt;br /&gt;stopped there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course my brother loves milk beverages, especially fond of "A cuppa tea" which he brews &lt;br /&gt;fairly well. He was soon into sampling varieties of milk. So we tried everything from full cream,&lt;br /&gt;which is lovely;banana milk; strawberry milk; diasy hi-lo milk; Masters milk; and of course the&lt;br /&gt;home staple Dutch Lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year it's back. I have currently been spending my meal times with a tall,dark cup of Milo in&lt;br /&gt;school, and having a quickie with my Hilo milk during reccess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milk Rocks!&lt;br /&gt;P.S apologies to the lactose-intolerence readers. Hope you don't puke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-95077669?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/95077669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/95077669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95077669' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-94985340</id><published>2003-05-28T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T05:22:35.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-5/192529/Mad.jpg'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	aHh. I remembered. Stupid. I thought I was so nerd. Should have &lt;br /&gt;studied as hard as the no.1 asshole. bUT anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the honest person I am(hahahahahahahaha) I will pay up my 10bucks to &lt;br /&gt;Del.&lt;br /&gt;XT's blog triggered my memory. She was talking about a god knows what bet with&lt;br /&gt;Cindy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my PA which I so miraculously failed, I set myself some ridiculous targets&lt;br /&gt;for the mid-years. It was just the heat of the moment which caused this foolishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. 10bucks it is. It never once struck my mind during my mid-year revision.&lt;br /&gt;Or else I would have studied like someone freak who wanted to be a president scholar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The A1 bet with Del! Argh. Now I owe so many people. But I will pay back all . I must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Rodel     $10 &lt;br /&gt;2. Ramizah   $8.50&lt;br /&gt;3. 3b fund   $2&lt;br /&gt;4. Joy       $10&lt;br /&gt;5. Bradar    A Matrix:Reloaded movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's alot. Ready for a hunger strike and some free bus rides. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-94985340?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/94985340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/94985340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94985340' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-94934175</id><published>2003-05-27T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T03:46:44.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shocking. Shocking revelation. I really believe I have woken up.&lt;br /&gt;Angry. So very angry. All my effort is not effort at all.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know it will be this tough. But it is tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UH-OH.Repeating words unnessecarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to figure out my ultimate aim in life and how I need to&lt;br /&gt;achieve the recognition for it. That goal will become my main focus.&lt;br /&gt;My old philosophy about never living up to people's expectations is &lt;br /&gt;resurfacing. I do things to make myself feel good and if other's don't,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how important they are to me , who gives a shit. No matter how &lt;br /&gt;much they could possibly care, they are, simply put it : Not Me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about my day? Strange. And that's all there is too say. &lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Sugar's secret. Oh dear lord. I knew from the start.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always right when it comes to certain  things other then school &lt;br /&gt;work. Like Ethan Zohn winning Survivor Africa, Flo and Zach winning Amazing&lt;br /&gt;Race 3(i think), Ruben winning AI2(not exactly,but I supported him). Well,&lt;br /&gt;they're all reality TV but isn't Ricky Rat's life like reality Tv. Create so&lt;br /&gt;much mad drama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya. Very angry. My temperature is rising. Better not give out other factors&lt;br /&gt;leading to rage. Damn those pesky 13yearolds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-94934175?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/94934175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/94934175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94934175' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-94851583</id><published>2003-05-24T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-24T23:00:12.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So boring. Ahh!! I can't take it. This is one of the moments where I become&lt;br /&gt;very annoyed becuase I'm so bored. The more I type the more sodden I am&lt;br /&gt;entitled to be. All the horrible things are coming back. The mean , vile&lt;br /&gt;things which remind me that there's still a long way to go , just to reach &lt;br /&gt;my aim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to look foward to the dreary week that follows. Argh!! Can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;Only nice feelings is for flag selling this coming Saturday and hopefully&lt;br /&gt;getting a bigger allowance to catch &lt;b&gt;Matrix:Reloaded&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm doing here. There's know where else to go. All I can do&lt;br /&gt;is play around on my virus-infected computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now was quite pleased to see &lt;b&gt;Del Piero&lt;/b&gt; on TV. What a lovely suprise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yucks. I'm so negative. I can't take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I was very enthusiastice in Primary 6. I  told people to be &lt;b&gt;optimistic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was one clique in our netball team called the Optimistic Group. Obviously, &lt;br /&gt;my group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can't be happy all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget the whole entry. I'll try to make myself happy. Later I'll take a walk in the&lt;br /&gt;damn heat to Jelita . That would brighten up my mood. Then I would make myself a nice&lt;br /&gt;cup of tea and try to find something readible on my aunty's bookshelf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better try to stop that stupid teacher from appearing in my head. I studied considerably&lt;br /&gt;hard for mid-years right? So I can't do anything about my results right? I wish he stopped asking&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-94851583?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/94851583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/94851583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94851583' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-94847307</id><published>2003-05-24T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-24T20:26:01.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Strange how things don't seem to connect. My life will probably be a total blur&lt;br /&gt;until the holidays start. I wish I was smart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-94847307?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/94847307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/94847307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94847307' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-94620359</id><published>2003-05-19T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T23:11:48.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling strange. I realise I'm lazy. I wasn't doing work last night, although I felt I had too. I was empty. No information for today's paper's seeped in. Felt guilty. I'm not stressed at all. It's not like I need a vacation. Far from that. But also too far from getting down to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm stuck.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-94620359?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/94620359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/94620359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94620359' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-94563825</id><published>2003-05-18T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-18T21:20:13.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Love The Matrix. It's amazing eh?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-5/192529/matrix12.jpg'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to fool yourself.&lt;br /&gt;I think I've talked about this before. Cycles and revolutions.What comes around goes around.Viceversa.Energy.Retribution.Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;But it's true you know. These things play a part in all that we do. Our values and character.&lt;br /&gt;Take me for instance(then who ? you? haha as if.)&lt;br /&gt;I like to root for second best. The underdog. Minority. The one who you know will never make it and well, doesn't. Maybe I'm just a charitable&lt;br /&gt;or sympathetic person but I must disagree with that.&lt;br /&gt;My second nature is to disagree with most things you say. If you say something which is politically right, I may possibly disagree with &lt;br /&gt;you and find some pahtetic excuse to support my opinion. &lt;br /&gt;There are of course many times which I disagree because I strongly fell I should. It is just the way I am. I like to contradict people.&lt;br /&gt;In small ways of course. I would never blow up an argument as I will be to dispassionate to play along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's cut to the chase. For example, I use to support Arsenal(I think, or some other EPL team), just to spite my bradar because he was a&lt;br /&gt;ManU fan. When your a blur P6 student, you don't really care about soccer, only when the World Cup came around (or maybe it's just me)&lt;br /&gt;Then after I was more "aware" of soccer or simply could not be bothered to go against my brother becuase I was nothing against his ManU jersey's,&lt;br /&gt; ManU pen's, ManU posters, ManU T-shirts, ManU screensaver, ManU notebook blahblahblah.. I gave up and started to suppot the team that I loved to &lt;br /&gt;hate.It wasn't all that bad, considering  Ferdinand was such an excellent defender to admire.&lt;br /&gt;But I lost my useless fighting spirit . Mind you, it is very special to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like I said right on top, cycles do exist. My irritating irrational contradictory alter ego came back to inflict more annoyance. In terms of American Idol 2.&lt;br /&gt;Ruben Studdard. That's who  I feel should win the American Idol.(All you Clay fans keep comments at the back of your head for this paragraph)&lt;br /&gt;I am a biased person.But I am so damn sure that the little Clay boy will win. Considering he's most of the gays behind him, plus his momma and all the momma's &lt;br /&gt;in America because they wish they had a son like Clay, then he's got all the swooning girls he's charmed with his freaky bedroom eyes, in addition he's got all those&lt;br /&gt;folk who think he can sing anything.&lt;br /&gt;It's obvious that Clay will win. He appeals more to America although he's too theatrical-like.&lt;br /&gt;But Ruben really should. He's less then 30 and he can sing like Pebo Bryson. That's truly&lt;br /&gt;amazing. Then there's the cute smile (I'm finding reasons).. and his voice .Damn. I love his &lt;br /&gt;voice. Ok that's it. See? Those are the only good reasons I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to ages ago, I said that my fighting spitit came back right? So I am sensible enough to foresee Clay as the winner but I want &lt;br /&gt;Ruben to win so so badly. It's to the extent where I watch Clay's every little move and find fault in his strange accent or the scary&lt;br /&gt;movements he does with his eye lids. &lt;br /&gt;This whole American Idol thing is getting overboard. It's consuming to much of my thinking. I have a low IQ so I should'nt put it too&lt;br /&gt;waste while I'm still young. After American Idol my fighiting spirit would have transferred somewhere else. I hope it will be a more&lt;br /&gt;constructive cause. It's all Manchester United's fault. Or else I would be stable in my eccentric ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-94563825?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/94563825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/94563825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94563825' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-94382442</id><published>2003-05-15T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T03:52:49.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;It's getting hot in here.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I switched my fan to Turbo, it's still blistering hot. I'm not the sort&lt;br /&gt;to complain with regards to heat. But when you have to try to read Berita Harian (Malay&lt;br /&gt;Daily News), in an attempt to get an A1 for my second language(I aim to high.I know) , &lt;br /&gt;you just seem to lose the entusiasm that you had when you bought it from the weird 7-11 &lt;br /&gt;lady. So here I am , sweating like a motherless goat(if that makes any sense). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climate can really change someone's mood. I think the heat sort of diffuses into your &lt;br /&gt;hair and through you scalp, till it reached you mind and your brain cells start to fry &lt;br /&gt;on low gas . Of course we can't feel this spectecular moment because it's like one of&lt;br /&gt;those non-stick frying pans. It's already so hot, so the moisture from you brain &lt;br /&gt;evaporates and then things start to heat up inside but it's so quiet because you mama&lt;br /&gt;bought the latest sound-proof frying pan from TV Innovations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Excuse me if you didn't understand what I just said .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it's not only the incessant heat that puts you down. It's the fact that the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;damn lawn mower ah pek&lt;/b&gt; had to come on Vesak Day to cut the grass and when you want to tune into&lt;br /&gt;some smooth jazz on Passion 99.5 but instead it's the screeching of some Chinese Ochestra.&lt;br /&gt;So I have resorted to blasting my mini TV to the threshold of pain and watching the CH 5&lt;br /&gt;movie marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Lassie and The Karate Kid , just to name a few Movie Marathon flicks. I think Lassie &lt;br /&gt;is unrealistic. That dog looks squeaky clean even after running in a thunderstorm. But I &lt;br /&gt;guess it's a nice family show about the joy's of man's best friend. Karate Kid was strange. &lt;br /&gt;I have mixed feelings whether to like it or diss it. There is no reason to rave about it &lt;br /&gt;though, exteremely draggy, about Californian kids who trained karate and went out on dates&lt;br /&gt;all day. Don't they need to study? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the magic of film. &lt;b&gt;They leave out all the boring stuff that happens in our daily lives&lt;br /&gt; and feature  the exhilaration of it.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's discuss football. NOno.. not the game. The fashion. While I was reading  LIFE! ,&lt;br /&gt;guess who I saw. Yes , you're right. Beckham. Everything is about him isn't it. Beckham..Beckham.&lt;br /&gt;I don't despise him(considering I'm one of those strange ManU fans who puzzle you, "ManU? You're&lt;br /&gt;nuts!"), but I feel he's a little too overrated. And you have to agree with me. So, anyway, she&lt;br /&gt;woops..&lt;b&gt; HE&lt;/b&gt; was on the topic of hairbands which he so naturally fits into his chemically treated &lt;br /&gt;hair. There were questions raised on how hairband were seen as effeminate but it does boil down&lt;br /&gt;to practicality on the soccer field. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very proud of hairband wearing footballers. They break &lt;br /&gt;the conservative code of male and female behaviour respectively. We were brought up to see hairbands&lt;br /&gt;worn by school girls, on head(neck too or whatever strange place they will make their way down to). &lt;br /&gt;Hairbands are hardly worn by female adults of course. But I guess they can be worn by grown up men eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still basking in pride on how  sexuality borders or traditions are weakening in the world today.&lt;br /&gt;Even that American female footballer stripped off her shirt after scoring, just like any other male&lt;br /&gt;player in triumph would. Most recently a Singapore girl exposed her sports bra to us in a local match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beam at how both genders are giving into equality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NoW I wonder how my entry led  onto football. Must be the heat.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-94382442?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/94382442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/94382442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94382442' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-94246340</id><published>2003-05-12T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T21:56:51.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Milk..Soccer..SS..Friends..Banana and Friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me if I resort to blabbering about like a batholic infedile child(learned &lt;br /&gt; from my bradar and neighbour).. but today was such a cool day ! It was so fun.. I mean.&lt;br /&gt;it's only noon but so far the day's been great and I don't give a damn about anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKOK.. So the SS paper was quite tough but so what ?! it's over .. I know A maths is tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;but I'm not siwtched into studying mode yet .. just give me some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now we had the Banana vs Teddy showdown.. WeiShan had to be goalie.. becuase our alertness and reaction range was inadequate&lt;br /&gt;(just me I guess). It was just..I don't know .. good fun?! Yeah.. it was all good.. had a nice&lt;br /&gt;packet of milk with Morgan too. We both need to grow. Tomorrow after A Maths we're going to have our &lt;br /&gt;carnival again. Maybe we can ask Ricky Rat along.. I bet Amy don't wanna come eh? Must study Chemistry &lt;br /&gt;for you know who..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't stop talking bull today.. maybe becuase I had a good warm-up during the SS Exam.Boi..they say that that&lt;br /&gt;high-pitch invigilator coudn't stop shaking his bum while he was leaning against the door. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken a fancy to writing in paragraphs.. especially when it come to useless trash thoughts. My organisation&lt;br /&gt;skills blossom in weird an mysterious ways.. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I watched Friends. Don't you just love that show? It was kind of stinky during the last few seasons.. but this&lt;br /&gt;season.. which is probably the last(sob!) rocks ! &lt;br /&gt;Freddie Prinze Jr. and Hank Azaria were guest starring.. and the plot.. thought predictable.. was just so .. quirky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to post something meaningful today about compassion and politics.. I'll do that after I mellow down on being high.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why I'm feeling so good... must be that Marigold HILO Milk me and Morgan slurped up. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-94246340?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/94246340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/94246340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94246340' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-94049405</id><published>2003-05-09T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T06:16:25.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever watched "&lt;b&gt;The Price is Right&lt;/b&gt;" ?(yes Burke, don't make us yawn)&lt;br /&gt;I use to really hate that dimwitted show with all my might. My grandma loves it though so I reluctantly watch it with her as I eat dinner&lt;b&gt;(old people and gameshow's&lt;br /&gt;have a strange connection).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have since given up after a few months of oggling at that American crap gameshow. What's with the cheesy intro tune and the old host called Bob ?&lt;br /&gt;I bet it was the brainchild of some hippy from the 70's... the cause for the off-beat disco theme. The showgirls are not attractive at all, and even &lt;br /&gt;the Big Voice is a wrinkly bloke. The audience seriously pissed me off. Rowdy.Uncoof. No offence but most of them looked like slobbish country folk from Alabama.&lt;br /&gt;The shouting, screaming, sighing,*teenkk*(wrong), *tingtingting!*(right).. I REALLY COULD NOT TAKE IT ANYMORE. Maybe I was older than my grandma at those sickening moments, &lt;br /&gt;as I watched her eyes twinkle while seeing people winning prizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was different though. When I came home I caught my brother watching "The Price is Right"(What's up with that?). I don't know what possessed me, but I plopped my bum&lt;br /&gt;next to him and started to watch it as well. And this time round.. I really can't deny it .. I LOVE IT!! &lt;br /&gt;Even with it's &lt;b&gt;interior which has yet to change from god know's when &lt;/b&gt;and the cheesy little games they have to win.. it's all about making people happy by winning a handy-dandy &lt;br /&gt;house hold appliance or a caravan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so amazing how it gives people so much delight and excitement to get a chance to play on the show. And when the contestant wins you somehow feel their joy and triumph flood &lt;br /&gt;inside you.. as if it's you standing next to the hobbling old Bob who exclaims, "Congratulations! You won $6000 playing Pass THe Buck!!"  Everyone on the show seems to win something,&lt;br /&gt;even the empty-handed skip away grinning like fools. And it's great to watch happy people. People that only care about winning the top prize in an easy-peasy game and screaming at &lt;br /&gt;the top of their lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That't the beauty of The Price is Right. Momentary happiness that will be instilled within you for a lifetime&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-94049405?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/94049405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/94049405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#94049405' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-93734920</id><published>2003-05-03T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-03T21:54:32.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm ready to start working.. I must not upset myself.. I do have a purpose in life and I must have and unbending will to achieve what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lately, I've started to take interest in Social Studies. It's crazy , I know that of course. I'm definitely laying off the structured questions but I think source based is quite interesting. Last year  History was cool but I never thought my fucked up SS txt would be of any use. It's so outdated.I seriously cannot believe that the Swiss are living in perfect harmony. It's ludacris.&lt;br /&gt;But maybe that's the reason I fancy it so much. It tells the tale of what the MOE is trying to weave into our mindsets. It's not always correct or justifyable if you relate it to what is really going on in the world but there is that tinge of humanity in it. None of you will probably understand this but that's fine with me. &lt;br /&gt;Social Studies, unlike Mathematics does not deal with perfection.Someone who excels in Math is what I call gifted. Their flair for being correct all the time is something truly mesmirizing. These people know how to find elegance in Math, no matter how screwed up their own lives are. Their ability to use the F word (not fuck , mind you) so astonishingly well is something I admire. Alot.&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies can never be perfect. &lt;br /&gt;We are never aiming for perfection in our lives Once we reach our goal, there is always room for improvement. &lt;b&gt;Striving for Imperfection&lt;/b&gt; . That's more like it eh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rather sick of this layout(although I think the design by Werner Hovarth is wicked). For the next few weeks I'll be window shopping for a new template or maybe trigger my nartsy fingers at web design. As for now, I'll be signing a few petitions on WWF and drafting a protest letter to the Polish Government. Anyone know what language they speak? I need a translation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-93734920?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/93734920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/93734920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93734920' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-93460033</id><published>2003-04-29T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T05:04:12.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reminder to self : Stop getting into sticky situations with &lt;i&gt;The Snitches&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I already promised myself the entire weekend that I would be a really good girl by only speak when spoken to and be a nice and nerdy councillor. Just got myself stuck in the mud again. I'll try to stop having a &lt;i&gt;bo chap&lt;/i&gt; attitude. I mean it this time. I'm going to be a curious person. Hopefully me and B1 don't get confronted by short shorts with this issue again. She brought in Ricky Rat as well. Poor Ricky, all she ever did was be herself. The other close call was when Serene, Eileen Chu, XinLin and I climbed over the staircase gate. The Sec.1 girls followed our excellent escape . . just when Mrs Khong brushed pass from her car. By some miraculous oblivous state, she didn't even see the Sec.1's climb over the gate. Perfect example from 2 councillors and sec 3's eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my life. I live my life the way I want to. I lead my own life. I enjoy what I am doing. I set my own expectations. I know where I want to be. I foece myself to do things I hate. I think it great to force myself into life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-93460033?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/93460033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/93460033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93460033' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-93249420</id><published>2003-04-25T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T10:04:49.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have decided to be  honest and direct  in this entry. I'll go back to my old rambling self, but now each phrase shall be kept a.l.a.p(as laconical as possible). &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was one of the best days of this week. Firstly, my MP3 was confiscated, my Insomnic friend wept quite a bit and I had my period but was somewhat oblivous to this and didn't wear a pad until 1445. Why? I was to scared to go to the toilet "uneccesarily" (spellcheckpls) .&lt;br /&gt;But seriously today was absolute fun. My insomnic friend helped me achieve confiscation and the confiscater demanded a written explanation. So we had the group effort in class, Kerri leading. Didn't please confiscater..she wanted the truth and nothing but the truth. Then the lecture arrived. I agree, we deserved it. I've got to straighten myself out.Confiscater attempted to believe the honest re-explanation we wrote her. It didn't sound realistic no matter how true it actually was. Who won't admit that a girl who just goes to the toilet simply to wash her hands with apple-scented soap for her friends to smell is weird? Her hands are squeaky clean, mind you. A girl who croons love songs at the top of her lungs during lessons is probably considered eccentric as well. &lt;br /&gt;The confiscater must have sniggered in disbelief at our erratic behaviour. Conclusion : 2e girls don't always turn out right.&lt;br /&gt;Insomnic friend received a hate letter. It was more of a misunderstanding, but of couse the initial reaction beckoned on B1,Lulu,Morgan,Frodo and I was one of revolt. Ricky rat doesn't deserve letters like this. &lt;br /&gt;Chowed down packet drinks from the ELDDS farwell party, thanks to Shikin and Liz. We had election day outside the gym. Hope majority of votes are similar to mine. I want a good netball captain. There can be only one capable supergirl to do that job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I enjoyed every single moment today.&lt;/b&gt; I am hardly morose about anything that happens in my life with exception to grades . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-93249420?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/93249420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/93249420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93249420' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-93108595</id><published>2003-04-23T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T05:50:27.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One day I'll go back to Malaysia and sit by the beach. One day I'll climb the rocks at Maroubra Beach and learn to surf with sexist white trash. But for now, all I can do is anticipate, becuase it can be the worst and best feeling ever experienced. Anticipation make your heart beat faster, makes you walk from around a persian carpet tracing its patterns in repetition, anticipation makes you feel like junk. &lt;br /&gt;Today was the sort of day you don't get inspired. You're not impressed by your friends ideas,  your teacher didn't say anything refreshing, Ellyne didn't make you stop and think about how tipsy life can be. You are just waiting for something to happen. It's a drag, and when you finally reach what you're looking foward too, you don't. You feel no change in emotion. &lt;br /&gt;Now I'm waiting for The Matrix Trailer to preview on CH5, so I will force myself to watch the last few minute's of The Bachelor becuase it's right after the latter. It's a stupid ploy to make thrill-seeking Matrix fans  hike up the ratings of that damned show. It has a cheesy plot (which is apparently alluring) and is indirectly degrading woman, while some wish for equality between the sexes. I must admit that the women on the show are desperate for anything and it makes big bucks, but you don't have to treat people like cattle do you? The people that watch the show(esp. the younger gen.) will  probably get ideas like "well it's ok for a guy to kiss and touch 30(i dunno how many la) women who want him and choose one by breaking their heart one by one, in less than a week, so that he can choose the most ideal one ,who he finally ditches becuase he's to busy. And that's ok right? It's only TV, not like I'll think like that!" Well, try to prove me wrong, it will cross your mind once and a while, so who said that shit won't affect you, for better, or for worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-93108595?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/93108595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/93108595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93108595' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-92872920</id><published>2003-04-18T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-18T21:28:36.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Madame Zeroni had dark skin and a very wide mouth. When she looked at you, her eyes seemed to expand, and you felt like she was looking right through you. &lt;br /&gt;"Elya, what's wrong?" she asked, before he even told her he was upset. She was sitting in a homemade wheelchair. She had no left foot. Her leg stopped at her ankle. &lt;br /&gt;"I'm in love with Myra Meke," Elya confessed. "But Igor Barkov has offered to trade his fattest pig for her. I can't compete with that."&lt;br /&gt;"Good," said Madame Zeroni. "You're too young to get married.  You've got your whole life ahead of you."&lt;br /&gt;"But I love Myra."&lt;br /&gt;"Myra's head is as empty as a flowerpot."&lt;br /&gt;"But she's beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;"So is a flowerpot. Can she push a plow? Can she milk a goat? No, she's too delicate.Can she have an intelligent conversation? No, she is silly and foolish. Will she take care of you when you are sick? No, she is spoiled and will only want you to take care of her. So, she is beautiful. So what? &lt;br /&gt;Ptuui!"&lt;/i&gt;                          HOLES :LOUIS SACHAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That is the most sensible thing I heard in a week. I think the world does not have enough people like Madame Zeroni.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-92872920?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/92872920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/92872920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92872920' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-92820094</id><published>2003-04-17T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-17T21:41:27.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Never belonged to the Theresian Smurf Family, Shikin insisted I was from the dinosaur family. Just not small enough eh ?&lt;br /&gt;School was really great on Thursday, 4 free periods where I managed to complete most of my homeowork and training was crazyfun to. Before training the netballers played &lt;b&gt;spin the hp&lt;/b&gt;, with my hp of course coz it spins at a really high speed. When it got to me those fools asked me whether I was &lt;b&gt;str8 or crk &lt;/b&gt;. I'm telling you they're mad(i am to i guess). Initially I told them I was str8, but I mean I don't really have much crushes on guys. They only guy I had a crush on was probably celebrity-based : Ethan Zohn from Survivor..there was somethign about him.. but there's no interest now. The other crush I had was on Mr.Potato(don't ask). I concluded to them and myself(strangely enough) that I was neutral..yesyes..no hormones raging to the height of Gunung Tahan. But I also could have said I was crk..  I've got alot of &lt;i&gt;"steads"&lt;/i&gt;.. sharon kee(so mucular right?)..haha..sharon tong(the guava)...my cat(she keeps on reminding me)...rabbit's lover(she said  me the cat and her got triangle love)....then there's keri-ann and how I always bug her about how &lt;i&gt;chio&lt;/i&gt; she is. So I could have told the netballers any form of sexual preference becuase most is just a load of bullshit I conceived from schooling in St. Theresa's Convent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-92820094?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/92820094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/92820094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92820094' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-92708660</id><published>2003-04-16T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T04:15:37.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Welcome back to the real world&lt;/b&gt; School's in and i'm drawn out but still in high hopes that the next few days of school will pull my spirits up. I'm so busy at home, I always have something really fun to do. Strange, how people love school so much, I think there's else for them to look foward to everyday. Don't get me wrong though, I stay back in school practically everyday and my brother insists that i'm married to it. Maybe I'm to blame for making my life so hectic. I was the one who chose a time-consuming CCA, gave the Coucil Board a go, Signed up for The National Youth Achivement Award, not ponning remedials, joining Journalism ...the list can just goes on. &lt;br /&gt;There is no logical explanation why I'm immersed in a sea of activities. For all I care, I could have been a librarian or join the AVA club(no offence, I just envy you guys!) , and close all windows of oppurtunity(is that an appropriate term?) that step on my face. If I followed that path on the destiny trip, I could seriously enjoy my childhood(time is slipping away fast). But I guess I have to face the concequences and what has become of me. There is no turning back now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-92708660?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/92708660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/92708660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92708660' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-92477884</id><published>2003-04-12T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-12T02:37:21.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling loony today, haven't completed homework, don't plan too. I'm always too busy anyway. I've got to put this holiday to good use before it ends. Never really felt bored during it, just having a great time, running about and acting like a bliddering idiot. I've become even more infamous than my brother with his uninhibited nature. Now all the cashiers at Cold Storage Jelita know me for being as mad as him . But I don't bother about them, becuase I'm currently addicted to that Hot Kid. You know..the drink the the stupid naked boy on it. It taste really good, and it's 81cents, reasonable for a Cold Storage price. &lt;br /&gt;As I said, I feel loony, so I'm not going to pull out anything decent from my head today. Just downloaded the song that we sang alot during camp... "L Is For The Way You Look..". Slightly addicted to it, but will probably get hung over another song soon. I change my mind real fast. My future ambition right now is to be a politician. I'll probably have a new dream job by the end of the week. I remember last week I wanted to join the circus(don't ask) and the week before that I was into the whole Civil Defence privlideges I heard on the radio, and for about 2 months I was seriously thinking of working for SBStransit on a double deck bus. But I think the politician job will be cool eh ?&lt;br /&gt;Rented out Insomnia just now. Really cool show about a higly renowned detective who accidently kills his partner while working on a case in Alaska. Then he gets into a screw up with his suspect, and starts hallucinating becasue he seriously can't sleep, coz' its never turns dark at night during summer in Alaska. Its better than the usual detective movie, but well you just gotta face the fact that it is a detective movie. It is slightly more real than most of them, and the plus points are that Al Pacino is such a good actor, Hillary Swank is hunky-dory and Robin Williams is great at being a psycho killer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-92477884?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/92477884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/92477884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92477884' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-92415547</id><published>2003-04-11T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T03:54:57.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm over with being alone. Lonesome. Loner.etc. I used to rave whenever my family left me home alone, giving me time to my self. At  some moments during the quarantine, I often felt by myself, detatched, but content at the same time. But too much of a good thing just isn't good after all i guess. I started to dwell on my thoughts, slowly, digging deeper and steeper into my innermost fears. I started feeling depressed for days, afraid that anyone may find out the truth. What the truth was of course, I cannot disclose because I don't even know what angle it is on now. Anything that triggered these fears made me even more pain inside, like someone stabbing you in the hard at twisting it with just the write proportion.  One of my favourite activities, solitude, had caused me to become a depraved freak.&lt;br /&gt;I might enojoy being alone, every Sunday of one hectic week after another. But now I realised that being alone especially during this quarantined period..hasn't done me any justice. But that doesn't mean I want school to reopen. I wish it never would. I love being away from school. Oh well .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-92415547?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/92415547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/92415547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92415547' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-92236831</id><published>2003-04-08T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T11:44:46.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For pete's sake .. a Daisy ? I know exactly what  you expect me to say next....&lt;b&gt;so lame!&lt;/b&gt; . Right on . It's an understatement .Not that I have anything against the flower.. believe me I i adore them... but &lt;i&gt;simpleness&lt;/i&gt; ? Come on.. how could my needs be anymore simple than one of Beethoven's sonata's ? I may be taking a shallow labelling quiz a tad to seriously eh ? But what do I care ! It just gives me something to blabber on about . &lt;br /&gt;Now I can't believe my life is simple at this very moment ,  although I feel slightly callous now . I am  obviously , greedy . Especially now . I'm organising charts of movies I must watch .. CD's I have to buy .. food I must indulge in .. books I must complete before the holidays .. homework that is liable to disregard ... I'm just a selfish , nasty  girl aren't I ? &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am a simple person.. only grasping on to my own whims and fancies. But seriously.. I am focusing on my urge to watch some special films . &lt;br /&gt;I've recently caught Lost In Space.. and I seriously love that movie . It totally reminded me of the re-runs of Twilight Zone that I used to watch when I was a kid . Plus the special effects..blew me off my cozy chair . Jumanji is another one I viewed for probably the 109th time. My mama's such a big fan of the movie that me and my bro have to watch it over and over and over and over...but i must admit it grew on me . &lt;br /&gt;Of course in my chalky dreams .. I get images of the holocuast..real scary ( so much for reading my aunt's history books )..I don't think my dreamcatcher's working cpz' irs giving me grade A nightmares . My mind will never settle until I watch The Pianist . I want to watch it so bad . More than I wanted to watch Chicago (just viewed it..was cute) . &lt;br /&gt;And my dreams always scurry into the action-packed  , sleek , clean-cut real world of The Matrix . I love that movie so much(anticipateing Matrix:Reloaded . I'm not into action sequences.. but it has a good story line and it is way cool . Out of this world .&lt;br /&gt; It always crosses my mind.. are we all really fake ? Is there really an advanced form of truth out there ? Or am I just preaching ignorant thoughts of someone who lacks the courage to face &lt;b&gt;her own reality &lt;/b&gt;. Who knows . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-92236831?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/92236831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/92236831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92236831' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-92095131</id><published>2003-04-06T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-06T09:51:47.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;What is it like to live another person's life ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't have to be specifically an aquaintence , maybe a  slip through time . Living in the shoes of possibly say a milkman in England. Or going through time to live a life of glamour in Hollywood.. when The Talkies were in and Garbo and Mickey Mouse were all the craze . Or maybe a street kid down in Jakarta.. pleading outside a jittering car . Or living a life as a manic-deppresive..somewhere,anywhere . &lt;br /&gt;Why was I ever blessed with such a fortunate and stable life ? Do I deserve to be where I am today ? I don't think so . I think whoever put me here got me mixed up because I feel unworthy of this disposition . There are so many people who deserve to be me . I'm not using my life properly . It is possible that I am merely saying this due to the universal laws of life . The way I was brought up..how I was brainwashed differently from you . I better stop thinking on this superficial level .  &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I could just study and gossip as skillfuly as everyone else ... as if it was a simple routine. But how do I know if that stereotypical label of school girls think way deeper than I do . Maybe I'm just stuck here.. beating around the bush..while everyone else is progressing in leaps and bounds..their passion revolving around their talents .&lt;br /&gt;I'm just as erratic and strange as everyone else is from each other . &lt;i&gt;It's good to be me&lt;/i&gt;.. sitting here.. dreaming of scavanging through Video Ezy for old tapes of Twilight Zone or chilling out with my moronic neighbour and bro . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***There's nothing I hate more than nothing , Nothing keeps me up at night , I toss and turn over nothing , Nothing could cause a great big fight. &lt;i&gt;EddieBrickell&lt;/i&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-92095131?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/92095131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/92095131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92095131' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-92022420</id><published>2003-04-04T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T20:16:23.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Cherating with the Lee Family . It was a riot of fun . Maybe I'll just give you&lt;br /&gt;a slice of how I spent my time there . &lt;br /&gt;First off.. the car ride there was pretty fine . We checked out the quaint kampung houses..&lt;br /&gt;and  indefinitely, the endless , straight horizon . (Yes Marmee..very straight , much straighter &lt;br /&gt;than you . ) Watched Chicago in the car and felt like puking on the windy road but I still focused&lt;br /&gt;completely on the film. The music was swell . &lt;br /&gt;We finally cozied into a chalet smack infront of the beach owned by a eccentric little granny who&lt;br /&gt;claims she owns the kampung . I had to translate some Malay words and unfortunately I am a &lt;br /&gt;boderline or faliure at my second language . &lt;br /&gt;The beach is spectacular . The tide is at a consistent low.. so we can walk out far into the sea..and &lt;br /&gt;there are little islands of sand forming around place . Teak went on with his crap about &lt;i&gt;Long Way To&lt;br /&gt;Go Island&lt;/i&gt;.. and said its his country .. utter rubbish.. but oh well . And that Resa.. isn't it ironic that she's&lt;br /&gt;got a badge on her pencil box which cleary states &lt;i&gt;Be Kind To Animals&lt;/i&gt; ? And there she goes spliting &lt;br /&gt;jellyfish bodies.. squeezing the daylights out of fireflies and flinging crabs (Sebastian) into the air . It's just so &lt;br /&gt;wicked . Can't help laughing . &lt;br /&gt;We got a ride to Snake Island off the coast of Cherating . It's a beautiful place. A few corals .. pretty odd shaped&lt;br /&gt;seashells..colourful fish... and huge boulders to climb over . Especially loved discovering and climbing rocks . &lt;br /&gt;We did a round of snorkelling.. it was great !  Got a cute turtle shirt too . &lt;br /&gt;The fireflies were mesmirising . We had to travel in a slat water river which cuts throught the jungle . The fireflies &lt;br /&gt;shimmied round the trees like festivity lights at Queensway Shopping Centre . We caught a few . I think they're&lt;br /&gt;still alive as I sit here . &lt;br /&gt;We went kayaking the next morning .. we decked out at a really quite place.. I climbed around.. as usual. Rena and I&lt;br /&gt;saw a school of silver flying fish leap through the air.. we thought it was a dolphin but it was still breathtaking . &lt;br /&gt;The ride back was mad . Rodel kept on trying to prevent the bottle of hermit craps to spill.. plus the road was really&lt;br /&gt;bumpy so I have no idea why Resa wanted to open it at that time . The smelly seawater was seriously going to spill on&lt;br /&gt;us . &lt;br /&gt;There are many more incidents.. and fascinating things happening . Wouldn't mind a road trip with friends there . Would be&lt;br /&gt;fun . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-92022420?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/92022420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/92022420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#92022420' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-91765205</id><published>2003-04-01T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-01T02:02:03.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyone is so sad about the extension . I'm not . Not AT ALL .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-91765205?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/91765205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/91765205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91765205' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-91691146</id><published>2003-03-30T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T22:06:52.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I have recovered from the big blowup yesterday . I feel like a fool . Seriously . I shoudn't have&lt;br /&gt;expressed so much feelings to everyone . I wasn't trying to find sympathy. I was just really pissed with&lt;br /&gt;my whole life . Anyway.. I guess that I better try my darndest for the upcoming tests . Maybe I will feel&lt;br /&gt;better getting those results . &lt;br /&gt;Everyone says cheer up , move on , blahblahblah.. but I always feels as if I'm running away from it . &lt;br /&gt;When I think about it or face it , I feel there is a horrible sinking feeling inside . I imagine it as a black&lt;br /&gt;ball of gass inside , pushing me down , making me feel so guily and miserable . &lt;br /&gt;So I do try to move on and it does make me a tinge better but I feel that I am not allowed to leave from my&lt;br /&gt;dwelling spot of guilt . But who's to say I'm not allowed to do what ? I wasn't allowed to screw up all my grades .&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't allowed to go for training on Saturdays . Did I follow those supreme laws ? &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. And I'm not going to allow&lt;br /&gt;myself to feel like shit the whole day long .&lt;br /&gt; I am going to obey my mama by studying ..well just a bit..and I'm &lt;br /&gt;gonna push all those thoughts behind me by drowning myself in a great playlist of music . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-91691146?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/91691146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/91691146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91691146' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-91637959</id><published>2003-03-29T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T22:06:55.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am feeling sooooooooooooooooooooooo angry at the moment . I really want to just go kill myself  . &lt;br /&gt;Why are my results so bad ? I can't stand it . I'm a faliure . I'm so pissed with everything and everyone now . &lt;br /&gt;I wish I lived all alone by myself without anyone giving me expectations . I just want to run away and never be caught.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-91637959?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/91637959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/91637959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91637959' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-91466648</id><published>2003-03-26T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T23:37:33.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW . I never updarte for a long time . I'm so pleased with myself i dunno wat to do . I feel very grateful &lt;br /&gt;that the SARS victim gave us 10 days holiday . I sympathize with them . They sacrifice themselves for&lt;br /&gt;the children of Singapore . I didnt write about Taman Negara yet . I think I will write a very long blog entry&lt;br /&gt;regarding Taman Negara soon . But I need my damn computer to work first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-91466648?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/91466648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/91466648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91466648' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-90354367</id><published>2003-03-08T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T06:02:51.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something I really enjoy ( other than being alone at home or watching hiphop gigs) are camps . The activities &lt;br /&gt;during camp aren't the most meaningful stuff , its the impromptu moments you spend with your friends . The images&lt;br /&gt;photographers catch that you don't pose for , but you are enjoying yourself , and smiling naturally . After Mr. Chua &lt;br /&gt;captured all the moments on his camera(which is damn cool) , I copied all the &lt;i&gt;candid&lt;/i&gt; moments.. is that what it's called ?&lt;br /&gt;I think so . &lt;br /&gt;I love camps.. I was yearning for one soon and I got one . Problem is I got no money to buy all the basic neccesities . Like disposable undies , torch light etc. Plus I really wanna buy a pair of 15bucks shades and new FBT shorts.. anyway.. I know I'm &lt;br /&gt;gonna enjoy myself.. so why bother with materialism , &lt;br /&gt;Feeling happy at this very moment . Went to catch anti-drug dance competition . I love the atmosphere . &lt;br /&gt;Was really thirsty.. so I drank 1 litre of Mountain Dew.. really needed to pee after that.. oh well it felt gd.&lt;br /&gt;Indulging my peniless life is pretty gd at the moment . nothing much to say .. the emotions i'm feeling now&lt;br /&gt;are causing me to have a mental block of a free flow  passion in writing . &lt;br /&gt;It's strange.. feeling so content now... that I can't find any words to express myself . Sometimes its better to&lt;br /&gt;be slightly off the hook . In fact , I feel so content I have no idea what to . Right now all I want to do is sit down&lt;br /&gt;and read a book . Havent done that all week . So long for now .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-90354367?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/90354367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/90354367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90354367' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-89997344</id><published>2003-03-02T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-02T05:46:52.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would like to point out that I am the only one who is not studying now . &lt;br /&gt;I just can't muster up the courage to sit down and store knowledge that&lt;br /&gt;I don't have passion for . I hate seconday 3 life . School work is scary . &lt;br /&gt;It freaks me out . When will I ever be able to pass maths ? Did you know&lt;br /&gt;that I try to do my maths . I really sit down and work on those equations . &lt;br /&gt;They seriosly piss me off . Everything is annoying me . Not that I have PMS . &lt;br /&gt;In fact , I don't think that PMS exists . It's just an excuse for us females to give&lt;br /&gt;when we're moody . And for you information , I'm not moody . I'm smiling right now . &lt;br /&gt;Just that inside , I'm so pretty angry with everything .&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what I want to do right now ? I wanna go step outside and just run . &lt;br /&gt;Run as far as I can , and come back when I feel like stopping . There is a longing somewhere&lt;br /&gt;inside me , why am I here ? I do not have a talent . I do not have will to sit down on a chair and &lt;br /&gt;look at boring textbooks . &lt;br /&gt;How can anyone's life be so balanced ? Academic , CCA , rest //how ? &lt;br /&gt;I tend to imagine myself  on a rainbow . Not the real scientifically proven  , circular rainbows , &lt;br /&gt;with all those complex terms on the speed of light and what have you . I think of those corny&lt;br /&gt;and fake rainbows.. the one with the pot of gold and shit . Well , I'm sitting on top of the rainbow and&lt;br /&gt;I'm suppose to slide down on one of the colours . Problem is.. I can't choose just one . I&lt;br /&gt;have to slide down all .. to maintain a perfect balance . So there I am.. thinking.. issit possible to &lt;br /&gt;slide down all ? I may have a big butt , but I dont think it can fit all the colours .&lt;br /&gt;That's how I feel... in the words of my brother's discipline master.. &lt;i&gt;school expectations prease prease&lt;br /&gt;prease..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I think to much for my age . Or maybe to little . And always about the wrong things . I shall try not&lt;br /&gt;to think anymore . Maybe I'll just watch the Godfather now , always wanted to read the book , but have&lt;br /&gt;yet to do as such . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-89997344?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/89997344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/89997344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#89997344' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-89897369</id><published>2003-02-28T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-28T04:29:39.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You see her eyes .&lt;br /&gt;They look lost but she knows where she is heading . &lt;br /&gt;You see her faded  skirt skim past the shophouse ,&lt;br /&gt;She knows where she is going . &lt;br /&gt;You see her peer into the antique jukebox shop , &lt;br /&gt;She is curious , but still moves on . &lt;br /&gt;You see her laces undone , she don't care though , &lt;br /&gt;She is busy looking for something . &lt;br /&gt;You see the stranger greet her , &lt;br /&gt;She can't fit him in anywhere , but smiles willingly , &lt;br /&gt;You see her stop at the traffic light , &lt;br /&gt;It hasn't turn green yet so she walks in another direction , &lt;br /&gt;You see her diassapear around the corner,&lt;br /&gt;The charm she eludes is left in the row of shophouses . &lt;br /&gt;You see yourself wondering where she may be going . &lt;br /&gt;Truth is , she don't know herself . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-89897369?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/89897369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/89897369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89897369' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-89551069</id><published>2003-02-22T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-22T06:45:53.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I reflect back on the past week , I realise how fortunate my life is . I may not be getting more than &lt;br /&gt;15 bucks a week for pocket money or having the privlidge of raising my phone bill more than 25 bucks . &lt;br /&gt;I may not be a perfect , popular person which everyone loves . I don't require someone to cling to or&lt;br /&gt;talk to on the phone all the time . I'm not at the other end of Singapore having a mental breakdown&lt;br /&gt;and suffering from depression due to peer pressure and the harsh reality of school . &lt;br /&gt;In fact , I'm in a great school , get a chance to observe absurd people in the classroom everyday , &lt;br /&gt;and have a vision that there is truly something important I will do to contribute to Earth. Not exactly&lt;br /&gt;to the ecosystem , increse the birth rate or something drastic like prevent world war . What I have in&lt;br /&gt;mind is to simply change the mindset of the people I want to . Make them think differently about&lt;br /&gt;certain things . I want what I say to affect people . It will happen one day . Therefore I am fortunate...&lt;br /&gt;for being able to think... not exactly straight but a preplexed manner will do .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to the real world now . This week was good . Enjoyed myself . Math teacher didn't  piss &lt;br /&gt;me off , Malay teacher acting all gay was hilarious . Always looking foward to seeing my classmates&lt;br /&gt;old and new..they're all beautiful nut cases in their own special way . Love analysing them . &lt;br /&gt;Went for a CPR course.. juz to get points for my Youth Award.. but it might prove useful.. I think i will&lt;br /&gt;subject to peer pressure.. if under a circumstance of a real like CPR situation.. dont know whether I'll &lt;br /&gt;do it . Swimmathon was fun.. it doesnt affect me coz i dont take part in any events . Sports Day is &lt;br /&gt;the the only time I get recognition for Marie house . Can do long jump.. but tt's it . &lt;br /&gt;Me and XL sucked up to Mr .Chua.. helped him carry things around.. do hard labour.. take photos..&lt;br /&gt;JUST to wear his cool shades . He got a new pair . I really like them . But i'M not willing to splurge&lt;br /&gt;more than 20 bucks for anything. So  , I'll probably get myself a pair of vintage shades from the pasar&lt;br /&gt;malam.. tinted Oakley shades are a bit to high class for me.. I'm not up to that standard.. though I&lt;br /&gt;like to act like I am . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-89551069?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/89551069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/89551069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89551069' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-88703221</id><published>2003-02-07T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T05:19:05.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Little did I know that my Saturday was going to end in ruins . I had it all planned out , after house practice,&lt;br /&gt;devote my entire day to making the raft . Why did training have to intrude at the very last minute ? I do &lt;br /&gt;believe that nothing is perfect . Everything has flaws , even a typical Saturday . It's just messing up my &lt;br /&gt;entire system . Why would I dread training you may think . I don't , in fact I love training , it's something&lt;br /&gt;that wastes my time and prevents me from studying or have any academic thoughts during that certain period . &lt;br /&gt;The problem is I know it is physical training . I cannot compare my physical standard to that of any athlete&lt;br /&gt;in my school . I crumble . That is how I conclude a simple day which is so perfectly planned out . How ONE&lt;br /&gt;SIMPLE DAY can be change becuase of a training session . Not a single comment about my negative thoughts &lt;br /&gt;towards training will be spoken again . As for me and my unwilling soul , we will trudge merrily to training awaiting&lt;br /&gt;its end . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-88703221?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/88703221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/88703221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88703221' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-88527869</id><published>2003-02-04T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T04:38:59.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>iT'S by time you start acting like a real person , but what if everyone else is plastic . What if&lt;br /&gt;everything is pretend . And you're the only one that's real . It's time for retribution . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-88527869?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/88527869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/88527869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88527869' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-88411445</id><published>2003-02-01T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-01T22:26:02.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently my mom was chatting with her friend regarding post-mortem of their party last night . &lt;br /&gt;They we basically gossiping about every being that was there . Including ME . My mom said I have a really &lt;br /&gt;bo chap attitude towards life . Is that true ? I'm not so sure myself . One moment I'm rushing from school &lt;br /&gt;to home before dinner.. the next moment I refuse to do any of my work in order to "relack" . At times I have&lt;br /&gt;sudden spurs of enrergy to get stuff in school going . I must admit .. my personality differs in school and at home. &lt;br /&gt;Once in the 'hood.. I'm totally laid back.. until the limits of being a complete sotong . But in school , though still&lt;br /&gt;a blur block  , I at least try to be quirky ... now and then . It is contradicting in a way..I'm just afraid I will end up &lt;br /&gt;a schizo.. but it is my choice to be like that . The reason I act like this at home is because I don't give a shit about&lt;br /&gt;my family feud's and fusses . I just get put off with their crap . Enough said . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-88411445?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/88411445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/88411445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88411445' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-88268250</id><published>2003-01-30T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-30T06:33:03.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why I adore the Lunar New Year is that while everyone is going from door to door.. I can just&lt;br /&gt;kick back and take in some partially carbon monoxide and oxygenated air . But not until &lt;br /&gt;my entire weekend is wasted idling . I'm going to have 3 tests after the holidays so I better&lt;br /&gt;scan my books. I'm really pissed how they could make tests RIGHT AFTER CNY . I mean , &lt;br /&gt;don't we need to visit our relatives ? I know , I dont have to , but still I want some time for &lt;br /&gt;aspirational growth right ? Anyway , I thing the only thing that will keep me sane is training ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love training now..yes I know.. welcome to the psycho's lair &lt;/b&gt;. But I'm really worried that &lt;br /&gt;no one will turn up for training.. what with the half-day and CNY season . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-88268250?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/88268250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/88268250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88268250' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-87950929</id><published>2003-01-24T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-24T03:16:01.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I  think that everything in our life is done because they are merely the choices in our life that &lt;br /&gt;the divine god , wherever he is , has picked for us . God just gave us a few suggestions and&lt;br /&gt;we pick them like a Multiple Choice Question . If you pick the ultimate correct answer ,&lt;br /&gt;your life looks pretty good , but if you pick one of the other answer's though they were incorrect , &lt;br /&gt; we learn so much more from them then the right one and we'll remeber that point in life &lt;br /&gt;longer . I know I'm getting pretty off track ,  oh well , we all need some spiritual growth*cringe* (yes i&lt;br /&gt;admit it , God is good) .  &lt;br /&gt;I'm overjoyed for &lt;a href="http://dream2slack.diaryland.com"&gt;Jasmine &lt;/a&gt;. She's got her life all ready for her . She has done so much for everything&lt;br /&gt;that passed though her life , with a tenaicousness that was certainly not dogged . There is something&lt;br /&gt;really unique about her , no one I know has , and I was never able to achieve blog-wise or life-wise :&lt;br /&gt;orn&lt;b&gt;ate simplicty&lt;/b&gt; . Jasmine has done her gob of giving it all , so now she's being repaid , she&lt;br /&gt;totally deserves it . YOU GROW GIRL !!&lt;br /&gt;My daily life is goin good .. best part is i got my new spec's ! Yes !! Now I can see for real ! When I slip on&lt;br /&gt;my new glasses I feel like I'm in a crystal clear world . A spectrum of life and colour on it's own . No more&lt;br /&gt;wearing my literally broken glasses.. but it was kind  fun looking like a retard with scotch tape at the corner&lt;br /&gt;of my eye . The reaction of ppl in school we just so hilarious . Oh well.. gd things change for even better things . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-87950929?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/87950929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/87950929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87950929' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-87677224</id><published>2003-01-19T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-19T04:22:32.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm slacking . Tt's why I'm out of rowing . I'm slacking. TT's why I'm gonna drop piano . &lt;br /&gt;I'm slacking . My mom said it's because of netball . I'm slacking . Becuase I do not like&lt;br /&gt;to do work . I despise it . Literally . &lt;br /&gt;Today my mom ask me what I want to be when I grow up . I have no idea . Nothing really&lt;br /&gt;interest me other than psychology but it wont bring in the money coz there are not enough&lt;br /&gt;crazy ppl around . So the other thing tt interest's me is rowing . Well , tt won't bring in money&lt;br /&gt;either and I'm out of it anyway . Next is music . I can't sing and I am gonna drop piano coz of my&lt;br /&gt;studies and lack of interest . I don't mind doing anything in the music industry , maybe in a big &lt;br /&gt;business like MTV.. I dunno . I juz gotta be loaded for my mom's survival when she's not working . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-87677224?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/87677224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/87677224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87677224' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-87156533</id><published>2003-01-09T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-09T00:23:05.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in School at the moment , yes , it's the sec 1 orientation camp and I am enjoying myself&lt;br /&gt;in an aircon room while thie councillors who are i/c of class are working their butts off .&lt;br /&gt;It's really relaxing ,  but I guess I gotta do some Home work . Anyway tt's it frm me..&lt;br /&gt;I don't want ppl . to think I'm doin nothing but crapping on my blog .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-87156533?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/87156533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/87156533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87156533' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-86948435</id><published>2003-01-04T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-04T20:57:26.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I juz woke up and my ass is feeling so pain ! I suppose it was the Thursday steps &lt;br /&gt;climbing drill which finally took effect . I learned that when people ask you to go out &lt;br /&gt;and you really don't want to go , you don't . Maybe I'll treat myself to watch 8 Mile&lt;br /&gt;or Gangs of New York &lt;b&gt;after I finish up my homework&lt;/b&gt; . I feel like changing&lt;br /&gt;my Ringgit and buying something really nice for myself . I would do anything in the&lt;br /&gt;world not to do homework and practice piano . I would even watch one of those trashy &lt;br /&gt;soap operas on CH5 . But my principles don't allow me to skip homework , well , maybe&lt;br /&gt;just skipping piano practice . I think I have to read up on my maths . I have a feeling Mrs . &lt;br /&gt;Fung is going to give us a test on the topic we learnt the other day . I don't even know&lt;br /&gt;what that topic is . I've got to improve in my work and be disciplined I guess . I've got&lt;br /&gt;to have an &lt;b&gt;understanding of the need of persistance my my academic and civil-minded&lt;br /&gt;consciousness&lt;/b&gt; , &lt;b&gt;not my chilled out , latin jazz , cosy with a book point of view &lt;/b&gt;. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-86948435?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/86948435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/86948435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86948435' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-86872328</id><published>2003-01-03T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-03T03:22:39.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School's back . I'm pretty happy about it . My class is great . Really nice people . &lt;br /&gt;Right this very moment i'm sneezing the hell out of myself while waiting for my&lt;br /&gt;mom to start the VCD player . We've got 2 Weeks Notice . It was pirate galore back in &lt;br /&gt;K.L and Ipoh  too . I got the Blue and Christina Aguilera CD's and the quality is damn &lt;br /&gt;good . &lt;br /&gt;Anyway  , I can't sit here all day anymore . I'll probably update this on Sunday . &lt;br /&gt;I'm really busy with CCA and school . I got to do it I guess , &lt;b&gt;overcome all the obstacles &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my life and that bullshit . But that's just me being lame .. well serious too.... I know , &lt;br /&gt;you're confused right ? I come from and &lt;b&gt;illogical&lt;/b&gt; background but what I say makes sense &lt;br /&gt;to me  .&lt;br /&gt;UH- OH ! IT'S my mom . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-86872328?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/86872328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/86872328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86872328' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-86534551</id><published>2002-12-25T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-25T19:39:26.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't think &lt;b&gt;Ornate Simplicity &lt;/b&gt;is working out yet . &lt;br /&gt;It's mot even simple yet . It 's  just .......blank . &lt;br /&gt;I will achieve ornate simplicity in this blog . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-86534551?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/86534551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/86534551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86534551' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-86533679</id><published>2002-12-25T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-25T19:10:26.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Emancipated &lt;/b&gt;. I'm analyzing whether I have been emancipated yet . &lt;br /&gt;To be free . Without any boundaries . Just doing what I think is right&lt;br /&gt;with an &lt;b&gt;open heart an open mind &lt;/b&gt;. I always think I'm emancipated &lt;br /&gt;but actually I'm just goin throught the process.. maybe emancipation&lt;br /&gt;is like being enlightened  . Maybe I'll be enlightened like the Buddha .&lt;br /&gt;haha . &lt;br /&gt;Enough of my crap . My bro and some relatives already left for K.L , &lt;br /&gt;I'm goin soon..hope it will be fun . I went to buy books just now . &lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it ! Half of my books are sold out !&lt;br /&gt;I think I should keep up with the ornate simplicity&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; of this blog . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-86533679?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/86533679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/86533679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86533679' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042905.post-86475417</id><published>2002-12-24T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-25T00:23:25.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here it is , my blog . Plain and simple as it shld be . &lt;br /&gt;I knew I could do it , and after starting frm scratch about&lt;br /&gt; 7 times due to and internal error in my computer , I finally did it . &lt;br /&gt;HAHA .. anyway it's Christmas Eve , so we've got a family dinner . &lt;br /&gt;If I was in NZ , I would be celebrating Christmas Lunch . &lt;br /&gt;Oh well ,  Christmas Dinner will do . &lt;br /&gt;I know i;m not a Christian in the first place ,&lt;br /&gt; but I've been celebrating this thing since I was bloody born . &lt;br /&gt;Season's Greetings to  you all , I'll talk more sense next time . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042905-86475417?l=emancipated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/86475417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042905/posts/default/86475417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86475417' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00439889318287388296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
