<?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-6680908</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:04:40.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>main</title><subtitle type='html'>-</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;em&gt;privacy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-110059099723077281?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/110059099723077281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/110059099723077281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110059099723077281' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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:)</name><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-6680908.post-110009536572908439</id><published>2004-11-10T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T22:05:06.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>class chalet was pretty hunky-dory, albeit slightly boring. we spent nearly half the time playing an assortment of card games and watching the telly (especially the champion, which i loathe). i completed three books in a day - the lack of activity just augmented my appetite for books. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spent the first day sitting around like a sack of potatoes - played cards, chatted and such. we also held a barbeque, and i spent the entire evening with a black stray cat on my lap. it was really tame and cute. (: the food was pretty good too - kudos to olivia's mother for benevolently making it for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second day was quite boring, im sorry to say. we went to the arcade (i blew nearly all my money there) for around two hours or so, and spent the rest of the day lazing around whilst olivia, mich, ada and jianeng swam. its a pity i did not bring my costume along. ): that was when i completed three books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept in the room on the second night and i practically froze to death. i would not have been surprised if i woke up to find myself cased in a block of ice. i slept fitfully, with the biting cold interrupting my slumber. on the other hand, the first night was so freaking hot (i had slept donwstairs) and i was sweating buckets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came back to school on the third day, and helped out with the robot and such. hmm. fll is so fun; i wanna be a helper. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my account of the chalet isnt very detailed, as you can say. but yours truly is a horribly lazy person, so there. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im dog tired now. my eyelids feel as if they weigh at least ten tons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i pick up the phone and i hear only the dial tone. why isnt anyone listening?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-110009536572908439?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/110009536572908439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/110009536572908439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110009536572908439' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-109983782309886062</id><published>2004-11-07T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T22:30:23.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WRO&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, although our robots were really horrid, i still had one hell of a great time. (: this, despite the fact that limpness has permeated every inch of my body and my bones feel as weary as an old lady with osteoperosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to our utmost horror, we discovered that the challenged had been amended quite drastically, especially so for slalom. and i just had to be participating for slalom. lady luck obviously does not favour me; i wonder what ive done to get into her bad books. anyway, the walls of the maze were not smooth and had aluminium joints protruding every five inches or so. that was particularly frustrating as i had initially planned to follow the left wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventually, i had to modify the entire program, as well as the robot. you could say that my pre-competition virtually went down the drain. what's more, we only has 3 hours to program everything - two on the day before the competion and one on the day itself. the other half an hour was basically spent queuing up to use the playing field. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the robot just had to get stuck at the aluminium joint on the actual run itself. the entire run just totally screwed up. nevertheless, we acheived 19th position out of nearly 40 teams. now, that wasnt too bad, eh, considering the fact that we did not even raise a flag? (: to tell the truth, i was quite tickled when i found out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sumo and sprint did not do too well either. however, im still really proud of the fact that we gave our utmost, and that's what counts, i guess. what disappoints me is that our best just simply wasnt good enough. that was really demoralising. ah well, we have to try harder next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. do i really look that much of a pushover? practically everyone was laughing at my nervous state, especially ross and the usher. hmph. it's quite natural to get nervous before the actual run, ya know! ah well, they teased in jest, so im not that offended. and ross, i do not cry that easily! argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sleeping arrangements werent all that bad. i slept on the bed with novita, anne marie and sav on the first night and on the mattress with sav on the second. did i mention that the mattress was nothing short of vile and disgusting? gah. and the room was so freaking cold, my very teeth were chattering. moreover, we were given an agonisingly thin blanket whch was quite useless; it did nothing to keep out the cold. i was tossing the whole night like a salad. ok, that was lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had dearly wanted to sleep longer, but the horrific conditions (the cold, the mattress) did not permit me to. that probably explains my zombie-like state now. my eyelids desperately need toothpicks to keep them apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food wasnt half-bad, too. it wasnt marvellous, but was better than i expected. now that was a relief. (: i played some xbox games in the chalet room too - tennis or something. however, im not much of a player, as you can expect. ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the whole, it was rather enjoyable, although the event passed in the twinkling of an eye. hmm. time literally flies when you dont want it to. im too tired to update more on the competition, but take my word for it - it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am like the daffodils adorning athe wallpaper of a spendidly furnished room. why?&lt;/em&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/6680908-109983782309886062?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109983782309886062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109983782309886062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109983782309886062' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-109983781645732631</id><published>2004-11-07T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T22:30:16.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WRO&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, although our robots were really horrid, i still had one hell of a great time. (: this, despite the fact that limpness has permeated every inch of my body and my bones feel as weary as an old lady with osteoperosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to our utmost horror, we discovered that the challenged had been amended quite drastically, especially so for slalom. and i just had to be participating for slalom. lady luck obviously does not favour me; i wonder what ive done to get into her bad books. anyway, the walls of the maze were not smooth and had aluminium joints protruding every five inches or so. that was particularly frustrating as i had initially planned to follow the left wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventually, i had to modify the entire program, as well as the robot. you could say that my pre-competition virtually went down the drain. what's more, we only has 3 hours to program everything - two on the day before the competion and one on the day itself. the other half an hour was basically spent queuing up to use the playing field. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the robot just had to get stuck at the aluminium joint on the actual run itself. the entire run just totally screwed up. nevertheless, we acheived 19th position out of nearly 40 teams. now, that wasnt too bad, eh, considering the fact that we did not even raise a flag? (: to tell the truth, i was quite tickled when i found out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sumo and sprint did not do too well either. however, im still really proud of the fact that we gave our utmost, and that's what counts, i guess. what disappoints me is that our best just simply wasnt good enough. that was really demoralising. ah well, we have to try harder next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. do i really look that much of a pushover? practically everyone was laughing at my nervous state, especially ross and the usher. hmph. it's quite natural to get nervous before the actual run, ya know! ah well, they teased in jest, so im not that offended. and ross, i do not cry that easily! argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sleeping arrangements werent all that bad. i slept on the bed with novita, anne marie and sav on the first night and on the mattress with sav on the second. did i mention that the mattress was nothing short of vile and disgusting? gah. and the room was so freaking cold, my very teeth were chattering. moreover, we were given an agonisingly thin blanket whch was quite useless; it did nothing to keep out the cold. i was tossing the whole night like a salad. ok, that was lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had dearly wanted to sleep longer, but the horrific conditions (the cold, the mattress) did not permit me to. that probably explains my zombie-like state now. my eyelids desperately need toothpicks to keep them apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food wasnt half-bad, too. it wasnt marvellous, but was better than i expected. now that was a relief. (: i played some xbox games in the chalet room too - tennis or something. however, im not much of a player, as you can expect. ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the whole, it was rather enjoyable, although the event passed in the twinkling of an eye. hmm. time literally flies when you dont want it to. im too tired to update more on the competition, but take my word for it - it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am like the daffodils adorning athe wallpaper of a spendidly furnished room. why?&lt;/em&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/6680908-109983781645732631?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109983781645732631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109983781645732631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109983781645732631' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-109957486741650710</id><published>2004-11-04T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T21:27:47.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WRO tomorrow. gulp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-109957486741650710?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109957486741650710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109957486741650710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109957486741650710' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-109923350250911048</id><published>2004-10-31T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T22:38:22.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im crazy. i dunno. im losing my marbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you really suck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-109923350250911048?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109923350250911048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109923350250911048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109923350250911048' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-109905452487656239</id><published>2004-10-29T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T20:55:24.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;In the years to come&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you think about these moments that we shared&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the years to come&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you gonna think it over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And how we lived each day with no regrets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing lasts forever though we want it to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The road ahead holds different dreams for me and you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes goodbye, though it hurts in your heart,is the only way for destiny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes goodbye, though it hurts,is the only way now for you and me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though it's the hardest thing to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll miss your love in every way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So say goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But don't you cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause true love never dies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a year from now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe there'll be thing we'll wish we'd never said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a year from now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe we'll see each other&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Standing on the same street corner though it rains&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each and every end is always written in the stars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only I could stop the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd make this last&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes goodbye, though it hurts in your heart,is the only way for destiny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes goodbye, though it hurts,is the only way now for you and me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though it's the hardest thing to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll miss your love in every way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So say goodbye (so say goodbye)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But don't you cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause true love never dies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when you need my arms to run intoI'll comfort you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing will ever change the way I feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes goodbye, though it hurts in your heart,is the only way for destiny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes goodbye, though it hurts,is the only way now for you and me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though it's the hardest thing to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll miss your love in every day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So say goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But don't you cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because a true love never dies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh hell. im gonna miss 2/2 2004 loads. was tearing in class today - the emotions were simply overwhelming. especially since germy is leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where can you find a class which has such an immense database of pervertic and lame jokes? will you ever find a class as boisterous and raucous as 2/2? can you find a class as united and bonded? the truth is, no one can come close to 2/2 2004. we are one in a billion, if i may say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have promised to meet germy once a month. that's some consolation, i suppose. but not much. getting her farewell present this sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, my results werent all that pitiful. in fact, i was quite surprised as i was expecting something far, far worse. however, my maths/science ranking is somewhere halfway between the gutter and the stars. my humanities ranking is far better, thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us three musketeers were pouring out our sorrows in class. sigh. germy says she's content with her life, but i suppose that comes naturally for her. as for myself, i doubt if i can ever be satisfied. its not that life sucks, its me. i suck so badly it hurts. i simply cant stand myself - my obsessiveness, selfishness, eccentricity, my over-emotional attitude, over-sensitiveness, jealousy, stupidity, everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets not delve into somber issues. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's survivor tonight. now that's something i can look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its weird, it being the end of the school term and all. i'll still be comning to school everyday, but its odd not being in class and laughing my head off, having a fabulous time as the three musketeers. i guess i'll have to sober up next year, be more studious and all. argh. no more crazy and wacky times in class. bleagh. the very thought is revolting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life currently isnt looking very bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you hear my heart beating? do you hear that sound? cause i can't stop crying and i won't look down&lt;/em&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/6680908-109905452487656239?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109905452487656239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109905452487656239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109905452487656239' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-109878854644829094</id><published>2004-10-26T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T19:02:26.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we had the netball carnival today and im really dog tired. however, 2/2 did tremendously well and we secured 2nd place for the competiton and 3rd for the banner. sadly, we did not win the overall prize but im still immensely proud of every single one of us. well, everyone save for a person who did not contribute. we put in 101% effort, and that's what really counts. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we lost the matches against 2/3 (6-3) and 2/6 (10-9). the 2/6 match was really close, we were like neck to neck. unfortunately, time ran out before we could score one more goal to be on par with them. ): also, some of the matches were really more like gang fights - they were really violent and i fell countless times. maybe it was just me, but ah well. we were all clawing blindly at one another, like alarmed cats trapped in garbage bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now ive got a huge bruise on my left knee. ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like flopping onto my bed and drifting off the dreamland, but i have not even bathed. argh i stink, yes i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really going to miss 2/2. ive never seen a class with so much spunk and humor in my entire life. to think that we have only three more days left as an official class. after that, we'll be all dispersed like saga seeds. ): this is tragic; i feel weepy. ah well, absence makes the heart grow fonder, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and germy! ): i will hardly see her next year. sob. i will really miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks, passerby, for your advice. but please leave your name in future, yes? (:&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/6680908-109878854644829094?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109878854644829094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109878854644829094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109878854644829094' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-109862591756994154</id><published>2004-10-24T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T21:51:57.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate myself. i cant even help a friend in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im stupid. im dumb. im nothing. i suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-109862591756994154?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109862591756994154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109862591756994154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109862591756994154' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-109845937377039467</id><published>2004-10-22T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T23:36:13.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate myself. so shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-109845937377039467?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109845937377039467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109845937377039467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109845937377039467' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-109845246350832631</id><published>2004-10-22T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T21:41:03.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have received all my results and i must say that i did better than i expected but not as well as i would have liked. (: now did that make sense? ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a retreat today and it was really magical. the entire programme started out well as the priests and co introduced themselves and told hilarious stories. then, there was this segment where we had to guess the songs they played. all were fairly easy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came the sob session. the priest gave us a talk about family and so on, and it really made nearly three quarters of the cohort cry like the mississippi river, i should think. (including me). it was really meaningful, and i reflected on my family life, my relationship with my school mates etc. i realised that i am quite a selfish person, and i have absolutely no confidence in myself at all. hmm. i shall try to build that up, but its gonna be hard. and i'll try to be kinder to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think that my family life will change, though. i simply cant imagine that it will. we've been living so reclusively for fourteen years and more; would a simple retreat change that? maybe, but i dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im thinking of converting to a catholic, but my father will hit the roof. literally. ah well, we'll see how it goes, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really want to get tricksters queen. unfortunately, it does not seem to be in existence in singapore. now, thats yet another disadvantage of living in singapore. the stock of books simply suck. the only way i can get my hands on it is to purchase it through amazon or something, but i doubt my mother will allow me to. sob. elizabeth lent me tricksters choice and now im hooked. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wits are currently blunter than my nose. i need something to occupy me. sigh. that's a drawback of having no homework, i suppose. its not that im asking for homework (i'll be off my rocker to do so), but its really mind-numbingly mundane at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im glad its the weekend; i need a break from school. especially from a certain &lt;em&gt;backstabber&lt;/em&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/6680908-109845246350832631?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109845246350832631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109845246350832631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109845246350832631' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-109817125818215081</id><published>2004-10-19T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T15:34:18.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just returned from the sleepover at michelle's house. (: it was really fun, although i was somewhat plagued with gastric problems the entire night. or should i say morning, considering that we only slept at around 2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before going to her house, we had to stay in school for the photo shoot, which was simply ridiculous, i must add. it was an utter waste of time. lets not elaborate, eh? after that, we played some basketball and stuff, before finally hopping into a cab and heading to her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her house is really huge and her dog is just plain adorable. (: maxine, i think it is. its really docile and friendly. we played some computer games and stuff before the others came. and we played more ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the barbeque was cool, and it was rather a success as the fire was on its best behaviour. there was quite an array of food, although i refused to eat the chicken and pork. argh. we also drank some vodka, and i was feeling sufficiently and comfortably high. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we wanted to play pranks on some teachers but our attempts fell flat. a certain teacher refused to answer our calls, and we were treated to free music on the phone instead. ah well. it was all pretty hilarious, i must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, we played yet more ball and i was feeling pretty washed out. we went to bathe and all that before playing scrabble. poor hui ting was suffering from some stomach ache or something, and it was clear that she was in agony and kept sprinting to the toilet to puke. or at least, try to. fortunately, she recovered and we played some playstation dancing game thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyelids finally succumbed to sleep at around two (they were struggling precariously from twelve plus onwards) so germ and i plonked onto the mattress and feel asleep. and i was having a pretty good time in la la land when gastric started plaguing me. ah well. i spent a rather sleepless night, despite the comfortable conditions of the hall. rachel, eunice, olivia and michelle did not go to bed till past four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. i spent half the night sniffling too. haha. i must have caught a cold, but from where, i dont know. i did not play in the rain or stuff like that. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we woke up around eight and washed up, as i had to go to school. yup. went to school, tried out the robot and i am pleased with the results. slacked around as i did not have batteries to replace those in the robot, and came home in a cab. i was feeling quite flu-ey and all. and here i am, reclining in my comfortable computer chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really do not want to go to school tomorrow. argh. im pretty sure that i'll be a wet blanket the entire day, as we are most likely receiving our math results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well.&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/6680908-109817125818215081?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109817125818215081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109817125818215081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109817125818215081' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-109801139304723354</id><published>2004-10-17T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T19:09:53.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm. went to orchard today with germy liu and joanne tan. we ate haagen daz till i nearly puked all over the marble floor. (: thats because we utilised the voucher my mother gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. we visited all the high-class boutiques in paragon and takashimaya, and we were expecting the assistants to brandish a gold plated broom and chase us out. to my utter surprise, they were really friendly and did not give us a you-cant-even-afford-the-buckle-of-this-shoe look. it was quite exhilarating to strut into the boutiques, pretending that you have all the cash to spare in the world. however, the prices very nearly gave me a heart attack. a simple chiffon dress costs nearly two thousand dollars in gucci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took some neoprints, the usual stuff, germ liu bought a pair of shorts, and i bought something from the body shop. walked and walked till my feet were blistered, and i ended up swopping sandals with germaine. and as of now, her shoes are still with me as we forgot to swop back. ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im most probably gonna stay over at michelle's house tomorrow, to prepare for the upcoming netball carnival. and i have the bloody shoot thingy in the morning. gah. ): i'll probably do wro stuff for a while, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for the arc and class chalet. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to be fried on wednesday. its been rumoured that we will be getting back all our papers then. and i totally screwed up math and home econs! this is so horrendous. dont be surprised if you see my guts on the floor, as a result of having been fried by all the teachers. and im not confident about everything else either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&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/6680908-109801139304723354?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109801139304723354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109801139304723354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109801139304723354' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-109793967844002515</id><published>2004-10-16T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T23:14:38.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PLEASE STOP TRYING TO DICTATE MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its mine, not yours.&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/6680908-109793967844002515?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109793967844002515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109793967844002515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109793967844002515' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-109784654791623201</id><published>2004-10-15T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T21:22:27.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the exams have decided to release me from their horrible dungeon, from their heavy great chains that weighed me down so badly. the oppressed is now liberated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the exams werent all that bad. i was expecting everything to be a hell lot worse. however, i screwed up maths and home econs big time. no, make that gargantuan. but i sorta expected it, so it didnt come as a massive surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tjl gives me the collywobbles. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so relieved. i can say goodbye to late night cramming, anxious and sleepless nights, abstinence from blogging...ah, its time to embrace life again, to take it by the hand and do the tango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok sorry im kinda losing it now, maybe its because of all the stress release. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally stepped into the darling arc room after two weeks. haha. i sound as if im besotted with the room, but dont get the wrong idea there. packed the stuff. it felt good to be back there again. its my second home. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and did i mention that the photo taking thing is totally absurd? why on earth did they have to choose someone like me who looks like a heroin addict? or even worse - a convicted prisoner? ah well. teachers really do have to get their eyes checked sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started on WRO today. magdalene is officially my "shadow". today's session was quite successful, and we are nearly done. not yet, but nearly, if all goes well. its quite fun, although i daresay that FLL seems to be more interesting. ah well, i should be happy with what i have eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i think im suffering from eye cancer. no, im serious. perhaps its neuralgia, although im no hibbert. at least, i hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for the netball carnival! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and now, the weight of the world, feels like nothing, no nothing...&lt;/em&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/6680908-109784654791623201?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109784654791623201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109784654791623201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109784654791623201' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-109655156212654367</id><published>2004-09-30T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T21:39:22.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i will be on hiatus for approximately the next two weeks or so. why? i have decided to study for the final year exams. yes, you heard that right. delle is actually going to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;study&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! oh, the mother of all miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will still be coming online and all, and replying to the tag board messages, that is, if anyone actually bothers to tag. (: however, i shall refrain from blogging as it consumes around twenty minutes of my time every day. and twenty minutes is worth its weight in gold (which is weightless = priceless. ok that was so lame), especially since i possess what must be one of the thickest skulls on this planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be back on the fifteenth of october. (ooh, bliss and beatitude) i cant wait for the exams to be over. its draining my spirit and soul, seriously. my brain feels like a dry sponge whenever my math assessment book decides to interrogate me. i have hardly any brain juice left to function, and its quite inexplicable as to why i am typing this now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ciao people. hopefully, i will survive this gruelling and hellish period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-109655156212654367?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109655156212654367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109655156212654367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109655156212654367' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-109612271490814194</id><published>2004-09-25T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T22:40:28.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am really exhausted. i feel like a limp rag doll. i very nearly wanted to flop onto the pavement just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to switch on my studying mode today. i managed to complete two chapters of math, which is quite an achievement for someone who suffers from attention deficit disorder. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also started reading northern lights by philip pullman (his dark materials trilogy) late this afternoon and i have to say that it is nothing short of superb. im only two thirds through the book, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for dinner at around 6 plus. met savie, grace and lydia and ate at this cheeseparer japanese place. the food wasnt half-bad, though. hmm. we then went to mcdonalds to study, and boy, did we slog! it came as a surprise for me but i could actually concentrate. i just realise that i can only study from 9pm to 11pm. otherwise, my brain is as effective as a cabbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so sleepy now. gah. and i did not even do anything strenuous today, much as i wanted to play basketball. unfortunately, i am banned from playing it until the exams are over. that would be around twenty days. pure torture. after the exams are over, life will be bliss and beatitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im already all geared up for fll. i simply cant wait. (: and i will most likely be with people that i can work with,too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why on earth did i have to dream of you? argh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-109612271490814194?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109612271490814194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109612271490814194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109612271490814194' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-109568377795565643</id><published>2004-09-20T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T20:40:20.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im hurt. really hurt. ouch. you guys hurt us a lot. even more than we did hurt you (and it was unintentional).  we thought you guys uunderstood. but boy, were we proven wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-109568377795565643?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109568377795565643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109568377795565643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109568377795565643' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-109560106393978251</id><published>2004-09-19T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T21:37:43.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am in deep trouble. really deep trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may math file is in severe disarray, and i havent even touched my chinese. great. my life is so on a roll now. can you sense the sarcasm dripping from my voice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well. this is really typical of me. i am the queen of slack and last minute work. no surprises there, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happened today, as i've been slogging away at my ever-increasing pile of homework that our oh-so-sweet teachers pile on us every day. i am going to suffocate under this load. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey, im glad you guys finally understood. i thought it wouls take forever to make you all see the light.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-109560106393978251?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109560106393978251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109560106393978251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109560106393978251' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-109543092435648292</id><published>2004-09-17T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T22:22:04.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im majorly exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played a match with some basketball people after school. we (some arc people) outnumbered them, but they still thrashed us in the beginning. we could only gape as the ball bulged the net with hardly any intervals. however, we sort of improved and managed to get a few goals in. today's my lucky day. i did not expect to keep scoring. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we actually won in the end, but they asked for three more goals, so they won. but it was a great game. the closest ive ever played so far. and did i mention that it was really physical and violent? i fell like, twice, and the ball hit my face like thrice. argh. im so accident prone its simply amazing. and now my leg hurts like hell, because i injured the same wound twice. ouch. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must learn to be more aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the basketballers were really good though. well, what do you expect? haha. their shooting was brilliant, and so was their dribbling. and they can really run &lt;strong&gt;really fast&lt;/strong&gt;. i salute these people man. i learnt a lot of things today, from just one match. amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont care. im going to improve my dribbling. hmph. i'll probably play basketball everday after the streaming exams. we played like for four hours straight today. that explains why i feel like a limp rag doll now. gah. im too lazy to bathe. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we packed our kits after that, and the silly little flies kept assaulting me. im serious. they kept flying like drunkard idiots, smashing haphazardly into the unpacked kits and so on. gah. so bloody annoying. i couldnt kill the majority though, as they flew so drunkenly that you cant predict where they were going to land next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and speaking of exams, i have just realised that im a major slacker. probably the worst in class. even joanne has started studying. well, sort of. and boy, do i feel bad. but i am not motivated to study at all. my textbooks act as visual sleeping pills. i have this overwhelming urge to flop onto my bed whenever i so much as lay my eyes on them. bleagh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am too bleary eyed now. sleep is clouding my mind. sigh. i really have horrendous stamina. i must improve. hmph. going to bathe soon. bleagh.&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/6680908-109543092435648292?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109543092435648292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109543092435648292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109543092435648292' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-109497031626590337</id><published>2004-09-12T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T14:25:16.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im suffering from post-NJRC depression. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really miss the preperation days, when everyone basically spent nearly almost every waking hour holed up in the computer lab, attempting to complete the journal contents, or suffering on the sweltering hot stage, trying to knock some sense into our robots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the terrible mess the room was left in - pretty disastrous, i must admit, with layers of dust and sand coating the floor, and carboard strewn everywhere. but it all brings back a warm, homely feeling, if you get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the competition days, frantically rushing to and fro, programming the silly robot, admiring booths, on the hunt for judges... although i ended up crying buckets (well, actually not that much) over the stupid robot which wouldnt work. it was pure disappointment, to see months of hard work go down the drain like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss "spying" on the other schools, and grumbling about what assholes admiralty were. (no offence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, what i dont miss is the nights with barely a few hours of sleep. that i can willingly forgo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was prizegiving yesterday, and admiralty totally stormed it. they won around twelve awards, i should think. now forgive me, but i do believe that some of the decisions made were really senseless. im not being sore or anything, but i really do believe so. i will not say why, as anyone can read my blog and land me in deep shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IJ only took home six awards - a really huge disappointment, considering the amount of effort and sleepless nights we put in. im afraid to say that we have lost a bit of our dominance, but no fear, we will be back with a bang next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my group won third for presentation and learning experience, and joint first for journal. now, dont ask me why we got it for presentation, which totally fouled up, in my opinion. i told you that there was something wrong with the judging criteria. our presentation totally sucked, and needless to say, i was absolutely aghast when the MC called us on stage to receive that award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dolphin won, like, seven or eight awards, including the championship. ah well, i shant say no more. it was probably meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could tell that met was terribly disappointed, though. sorry, met, we let you down real badly. you were right. it is our worst defeat ever. i promise that we will bounce back next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to eat dinner with savie, mel hong, gloria, lydia, grace and some seniors. it sad but i jut realised that IJ is not very well liked amongst some other schools, who bad mouthed us and brushed our robots aside. i mean, our robots are just as good as yours, with the exception of fuhua. (i really salute fuhua) its not very nice when you underestimate our robots, ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other schools probably think that we are nothing more than conceited airheads, but i dont think we are. please probe further before making assumptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went home at around ten and met sizzlers along the way. they were really unfortuante to have lost to fuhua in the sprintbot race. ah well, its still a job well done, girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, its time to hit the books. i hate studying. gah. it totally kills me. and i have not even started on my holiday homework. absolutely fantastic. i wont be able to sleep tonight, judging from the mountainous pile that lies ominously on my table. *sigh*&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/6680908-109497031626590337?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109497031626590337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109497031626590337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109497031626590337' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-109482856009431695</id><published>2004-09-10T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T23:02:40.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we didnt get into top 40. its expected, but it still hurts anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were too confident. far too complacent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry.&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/6680908-109482856009431695?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109482856009431695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109482856009431695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109482856009431695' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-109431008451462267</id><published>2004-09-04T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T23:01:24.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, what can i say? im exhausted, but relieved and really happy. im also really anxious. im caught up in a maelstrom of emotions, but im lucky to not have been swept away by the current.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope that the robot wont screw up on that day itself. i dont care, i must finish mission 3 and5 by tuesday. i &lt;strong&gt;MUST. &lt;/strong&gt;its absolutely vital that we get into the top 40 for robot performance. if we dont, our hopes will be dashed. and that would be absolutely heartbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes. there's the presentation on monday. its funny because im not very worried about it; im feeling rather calm. well, i guess thats a good thing, unlike last year, when my knees were positively knocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe me when i say that i do believe that the dolphins can be devoured. i really think they can. its just a matter of &lt;strong&gt;robot performance&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on, delle! its the last lap! you can do it! and effervescence, we can make it! :)&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/6680908-109431008451462267?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109431008451462267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109431008451462267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109431008451462267' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-109404223287033544</id><published>2004-09-01T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T20:37:12.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Welcome to the planet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Welcome to existence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone's here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone's here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody's watching you now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody waits for you now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What happens next?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What happens next?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dare you to move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dare you to move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dare you to move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dare you to move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like today never happened&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today never happened before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Welcome to the fallout&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Welcome to resistance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The tension is here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The tension is here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Between who you are and who you could be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Between how it is and how it should be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dare you to move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dare you to move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dare you to move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dare you to move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like today never happened&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today never happened&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe redemption has stories to tell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where can you run to escape from yourself?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where you gonna go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where you gonna go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Salvation is here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dare you to move &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dare you to move &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dare you to lift yourself &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lift yourself up off the floor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dare you to move &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dare you to move &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like today never happened &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today never happened &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today never happened &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today never happened before &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. am so bloody worried. presentation, presentation, presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i simply cant wait for njrc to start. oh wait, did i mention that before? :) i have a gut feeling that it is going to be simply incredible. at least, i hope it will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate you. dont ruin my life. or dont dictate it. it is so bloody annoying. gah. leave me alone. my nerves are frayed and you are the cause of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow's the math ca. great. i am so gonna die. and SHE's so gonna kill me. ah well, i expected as much. however, i think i will be able to do better in this test as the chapters are quite easy. at least, i hope so. *crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday, leiping! :) i'll pass you your present if/when we have a class gathering or something. which may not occur in eons. haha. 6B is so stagnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well. shall do the powerpoint for our presentation now. and update the robot booklet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-109404223287033544?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109404223287033544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109404223287033544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109404223287033544' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-109344126449277619</id><published>2004-08-25T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T21:54:20.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;when its over, thats the time you're in my heart again&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;its over. journal submission is over. i can now catch up on my beauty sleep. im so tired i feel like a panda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;now i have to concentrate on the robot. and presentation. eeks. i hate public speaking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sigh. im going mad. burst into tears out of frustration over chinese. was weeping like a tap during PLR. now, thats irrational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;bah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;im going down....i do feel so betrayed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i hate the way things have turned out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;is there anyone out there because its getting harder and harder to breathe ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-109344126449277619?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109344126449277619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109344126449277619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109344126449277619' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-109283520589226408</id><published>2004-08-18T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T21:20:05.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;like the little girl who cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANKS BRIANA FOR THE PRESENT. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. NJRC is around the corner. am really anxious;  yet i cant wait. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-109283520589226408?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109283520589226408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109283520589226408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109283520589226408' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-109249215427313089</id><published>2004-08-14T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T22:04:39.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;sings like an angel but you cant hear those words&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;just watched the tottenham versus liverpool game ans im so bloody disappointed. *curses* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;liverpool totally switched off and took one foot off the gas pedal in the second half! this enabled defoe to score! gah. and pongolle was far too aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ah well. there's 37 more games to go. still a glimmer of hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;there Rafalution isn complete yet. i felt as if i were watching houllier's team in the second half. they played pretty well in the first half, but were mediocre in the second. if benitez wants to build an attacking unit, he shouldnt have allowed them to switch off during the second half! its pointless defending a one goal lead! he should be sensible enough to know that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;bleagh. am very cross. and will probably remain cross over the next few days or so. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-109249215427313089?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109249215427313089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109249215427313089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109249215427313089' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-109215083900556644</id><published>2004-08-10T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T23:18:09.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;we will make it through the stormiest weather&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i dont wanna return to school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;school sucks. life sucks. i want to retreat into my own fantasy life and live in my imaginary world forever and ever. and engage in magical activities. and forget about school and that i ever had an evil math teacher. and forget that i once studied something called chinese, and had very evil friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;if only. reality bites. ouch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i. hate. school. i. dread. school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;if not for arc, i would have quit school eons ago. arc is the only thing that is sustaining me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh, this cruel, cruel, world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i hate my life. and i hate the way im wallowing in self pity right now. but i cant pull myself out of this mire. im in too deep. and im drowning. i cant even keep one toe, much less one foot, on the ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i am happier in my imaginary world. where i can lose myself and forget all my troubles. where i can deal with magic, not dreary old textbooks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i think im going mad. im sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-109215083900556644?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109215083900556644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109215083900556644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109215083900556644' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-109198064265544620</id><published>2004-08-08T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T23:57:22.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Now she's down on her knees to pray begging please, make it good, make it good somehow&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're weary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're down and out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lay your hands on me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I count my blessings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think of all I have&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She never thought about it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then threw it all away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Left it all to chance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She tore down fences&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now it seems so wasted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wish she could turn back time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now she's down on her knees to pray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Begging please, make it good, make it good somehow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She will do what it takes to change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone please, make it good, make it good somehow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone please&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're weary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're down and out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lay your hands on me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She had a vision&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time to make a stand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For all she used to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To turn her life around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To take back yesterday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is never easy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're on your own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seems impossible, so &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now she's down on her knees to pray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Begging please, make it good, make it good somehow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She will do what it takes to change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone please, make it good, make it good somehow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone please&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Welcome to your revolution&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What you dream is what you see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no rules, no regulations&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the music set you free &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now she's down on her knees to pray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Begging please, make it good, make it good somehow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She will do what it takes to change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone please, make it good, make it good somehow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone please&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're weary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're down and out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lay your hands on me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive cut my hair. short. real short. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. manchester united lost badly in the FA Community Shield : 3-1 to Arsenal. Bleagh. They play real badly sometimes. Its not like im an avid supporter: my heart is with leeds and liverpool and always will be. however, i still prefer them to Arsenal. Arsenal sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought a book today. the amulet of samarkand by jonathan stroud, from borders. god, i simply love that place! its heaven. 7th heaven. i cant wait to read my book. *salivates*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant blog much. have a lot of work. a lot. did i mention a lot?&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/6680908-109198064265544620?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109198064265544620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109198064265544620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109198064265544620' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-10918905246440102</id><published>2004-08-07T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T22:57:42.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;if i could find you now things would get better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;went to school in the morning and made some progress with the robot. yay. :) although i was so infuriated that i could not find a pair of matching motors. was really close to tears. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway, went to orchard at 3 to go birthday shopping with joanne and germy. we went to far east and they were insisting on getting me a skirt. however, i refused adamantly, although i tried the skirt out. bleagh. i felt so forlorn. i have a phobia of skirts. especially when i cant carry them off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;went around looking for tops, but did not find any nice ones. they eventually decided to get a necklace for me. we went to perlini's silver. its really pretty and nice. thanks, jo and germ! :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;me and germ got a ripcurl tank top for joanne. she looks nice in it, so we couldnt care less about the price. :) ( her birthday is one day after mine. how coincidental!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we walked around and stuff, bought some drinks, etc. we then went to borders, and i fell in love with the books there. i especially want shadowmancer and the amulet of samarkand. gah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;germ was behaving really weird today, like she was in a trance or something. it was really creepy - she looked so lost. gah. hope she gets well soon, whatever is plaguing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yup. good day today. :) havent felt so cheerful in ages. although i really was feeling forlorn over the skirt issue. bleagh. i must learn how to overcome my phobia - i cant let it plague me for life. joanne says that she aims to make me more feminine. x_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the necklace is really nice. *gazes at it lovingly* haha that's it. im losing it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-10918905246440102?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/10918905246440102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/10918905246440102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#10918905246440102' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-109179389765204989</id><published>2004-08-06T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T20:20:55.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;because i am whatever you say i am&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh my god. i cant believe this. i passed my maths. :))))) this is a miracle. phew. i think that the goat was shocked, too. and she scrawled the word "LUCKY" on my paper. she just does not have any faith in me, eh? ah well, im resigned to that fact. besides, it seems like no one has faith in me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;im feeling brain-dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im extremely cross. my mother has gone off her rocker. she scolded me for speaking to her in an offhand tone. is that a very scoldable offence? i dont think so. and when i reached home and rang the doorbell, she scolded me for not opening the gate. how could i when my hands were full as i had to get her dinner for her? oh jeez. its getting on my nerves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway, ive finished mission six. yippee! the robot was actually on its best behaviour today. well, not exactly, but it was better than the previous days. :) and we are halfway through mission two. we have currently so called "given up" on mission one for the time being, will perhaps come back to it later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"well look there!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its a machine", they said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she walks around without her soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and her broken heart is dead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hmm. thats a nice poem i created. but thats exactly how i feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i think im turning into stanhope. i see through things, through people, and my imagination runs wild. and i imagine that the world is going farther and farther away, and im the only one in the universe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i think im losing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and speaking of stanhope, i am still so upset over journey's end. i know its just fiction, but i really feel that i have lost raleigh and osborne personally. i get too drawn into books; i feel like im part of the story. im far too emotional, but i cant help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;told&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you i was losing it. im so afraid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-109179389765204989?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109179389765204989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109179389765204989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109179389765204989' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-109162808466961450</id><published>2004-08-04T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T22:02:52.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;stones taught me to fly, love - it taught me to die&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's still a little bit of your taste in my mouth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's still a little bit of you laced with my doubt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's still a little hard to to say, what's going on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's still a little bit of your ghost, your witness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's still a little bit of your face i haven't kissed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you step a little closer each day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that i can't say what's going on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stones taught me to fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;love, it taught me to lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;life, it taught me to die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so it's not hard to fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you float like a cannon ball&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's still a little bit of your song in my ear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's still a little bit of your words i long to hear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you step a little closer to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so close that i can't see what's going on'n' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stones taught me to fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;love, it taught me to lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;life taught me to die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so it not hard to fall when you float like a cannon...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stones taught me to fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;love, it taught me to cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so come on courage, teach me to be shy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;c&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ause it's not hard to fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i don't want to scare her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's not hard to fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i don't want to lose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's not hard to grow when you know that you just don't know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. today was a terrible day. no, no, no. that was a major understatement. today was simply horrendously atrocious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the goat scolded me so bad till i was in tears. hey, i wasnt intending to cry, especially in front of her. however, the tears just slipped down my face. my god, i looked like a total fool. i felt like one too. and the horror of all horrors: she's threatening to call my parents. -gulp- she has made that threat countless times before, but im not treating it likely. she's not your normal, average, kinda teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks everyone for moral support. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the maths ca is the cause of all my troubles. my mind just blanked out and i couldnt solve anything. i was panicking during the last five minutes. and she just had to mark so fast and discover all my mistakes. gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im on the brink of a mental breakdown. there's way too many things going on, i cant keep track. my mother isnt looking too good, too. i cant believe i never noticed until my aunt pointed the fact out to me. she's getting older; age is catching up with her. and she has to accompany foreign guests and all, and only returns late at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry for being such a terrible, useless daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleagh. why am i such a horrible child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i had to destroy my robot, for the umpteenth time. nevertheless, its working better and i prefer the current structure. its really compact and stable. i hope that i can complete at least four or five missions before the competition starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for the holidays. i am sleep deprived. my dark eye rings are getting really noticeable, and i resemble a drug addict or a cancer patient. no, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. have to do homework now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-109162808466961450?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109162808466961450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109162808466961450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109162808466961450' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-109154153942914456</id><published>2004-08-03T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T21:58:59.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;its not always rainbows and butterflies&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;i cant describe how tired i am. bleagh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, had this sort of debate thing going on with stephens. me, joanne and germ liu were arguing about our marks and demanding that we receive higher scores. (: we didnt in the end, though. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wondering why i revrted to the old template? thats because stupid blogger malfunctioned and my previous template is gone. sigh. shall have to recode when im free, which may not happen in eons. sorry, marianne, but i'll get your picture up and running as soon as i can. i promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am extremely annoyed and pissed off with&lt;b&gt; &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;why must you always get your own way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-109154153942914456?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109154153942914456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109154153942914456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109154153942914456' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-109127570303339293</id><published>2004-07-31T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T20:10:35.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;and we did it all for the glory of love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tonight it's very clear and we're both standing here&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things I want to say&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;I will never leave you alone&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just forget say things I might regret&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart to see you crying&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to lose you&lt;br /&gt;I could never make it alone&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;I am a man who would fight for your honor&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the hero you're dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;We'll live forever knowing together&lt;br /&gt;That we did it all for the glory of love&lt;br /&gt;You keep me standing tall&lt;br /&gt;You help me through it all&lt;br /&gt;I'm always strong when you're beside me&lt;br /&gt;I have always needed you&lt;br /&gt;I could never make it alone&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Just like a knight in shining armor&lt;br /&gt;From a long time ago&lt;br /&gt;Just in time I will save the day&lt;br /&gt;Take you to my castle far away&lt;br /&gt;I am the man who will fight for your honor&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the hero that you're dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna live forever knowing together&lt;br /&gt;That we did it all for the glory of love&lt;br /&gt;We live forever knowing together&lt;br /&gt;That we did it all for the glory of love&lt;br /&gt;We did it all for love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;today was honours day. Things werent too bad, i guess. at least tjl did not mortify me on stage. well, she couldnt, actually. however, miss nicole teo told me that my socks were too low and requested that i pulled them up. i tried but my feet were too big and they couldnt go up any higher. its not like i push them down on purpose : that would be immensely uncomfortable. and miss jo teo had to add salt to the wound by saying that i would not be allowed to go on stage if i did not pull them up. its not exactly my fault that i have big feet, you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and tjl made things worse by asking me to put my belt higher when i stood up. argh. since when was my belt ever low? the answer is never. the teachers are making me out to be some kind of gangster of something. and im not. and it pisses me off. majorly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;perhaps i have a face that teachers resent wiithout any apparent reason. i get scolded even when its not my fualt. bleagh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;gah. i hate being pinpointed for any wrongdoing, especially when i do not commit the crime. when will i ever be vindicated? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;anyway, my legs turned into putty on stage and i felt so wobbly. thank god the affair was over in a matter of seven seconds. sigh. tjl has exacerbated my fear of the stage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i got a twenty dollar popular voucher. not too bad, but my primary school was much more generous. ah well. germ was one hell of a lucky pig : she got a total of seventy five dollars in vouchers! *sighs enviously*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;well, went to kfc with emily and walked around for a little while. then, we returned to school and i continued on the robot. it worked better today; i managed to program it till the volcano section. and its much more accurate as well - i changed the gear of the rotation sensor. (: wish that i could have stayed longer though, my parents fetched me at six. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;im simply yearning for a game of basketball. fierce, hard, out-and-out basketball. i need to clear my mind. there is too many things going on. basketball is like aromatherapy in a more physical form - it helps me destress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my parents brought me out for dinner and i saw two adorable little kittens, no bigger than both my palms liad out together side by side. they were so miniscule, and so tame. one even crawled onto my lap, and i carried both around. however, my incessant pleading were not enough to convince my parents to allow me to take them home. they were so ADORABLE! they were the epitome of innocence. it was love at first sight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;im yearning for them now. sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;shall start on homework tomorrow. i am in desperate need of sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-109127570303339293?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109127570303339293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109127570303339293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109127570303339293' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-109119274139544368</id><published>2004-07-30T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T21:05:41.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;im tired. tired tired tired tired tired.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did i mention majorly humiliated? all thanks to a certain teacher that i do not wish to name. and its because of honours' day. gah. i am so, so pissed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel dreadful. the robot simply refuses to work. it worked perfectly for three runs, dropping the man perfectly into the volcano, but it started to go bonkers after that. and to think that i did not even modify the program, let alone touch the computer. im going crazy. my robot is so disobedient and dysfunctional. hmm. just like its owner. *snort*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really want to get into WRO, but it would be nothing but a mere fantasy, considering the fact that our robot is extremely temperemental. gah. shall try again tomorrow. *glares threateningly at robot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss basketball, although we just played it yesterday. and poor debby sustained some pretty nasty injuries. poor her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to somebody: why cant it be like the old days? its all because of one person that everything has to change. or maybe you can stick with her. its your choice, your decisions. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to yet another person: please spare a thought for others. dont force yourself in. it gets out of hand sometimes, you know. &lt;/em&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/6680908-109119274139544368?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109119274139544368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109119274139544368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109119274139544368' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-109076968588833719</id><published>2004-07-25T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T23:34:45.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;new layout. (:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;just made a new layout. thanks, &lt;a href="http://www.sweet-surrender.dk"&gt;marianne&lt;/a&gt; for the image! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cant blog now, am exhausted. )x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-109076968588833719?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109076968588833719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109076968588833719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109076968588833719' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-109041556548896369</id><published>2004-07-21T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T21:25:57.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;i dont need no good advice im already wasted&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;i hate you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;what have i done to deserve the hell that you are giving me right now? i dont need your good advice, im already wasted. why the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; do you care? i wont let you dominate my life. i wont. who are you to intefere with my personal affairs? i choose what i want, and i wont let you ruin my decisions. if you meddle, remember that you will not be forgiven. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. you can just rot and die for all i care. and be fed to vultures or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i cant see why&amp;nbsp;everyone is sucking up to you. you are truly horrendous. words cannot even describe you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;you have been giving me this shit for over one and a half years, and it is not likely to stop. i cant wait to escape from your evil clutches. it near kills me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;miserable b*tch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ok, im done describing. i cant be bothered to waste anymore time on you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;hmmm. today was fine, i guess, aside from the fact that xie lao shi was in a really vile mood. urgh.&amp;nbsp;and that i bought chocolate for 50 cents. (: i cant see why i was&amp;nbsp;so happy about&amp;nbsp;this, but i was.&amp;nbsp;the fact that&amp;nbsp;it expires next month&amp;nbsp;did nothing to dampen my mood. howevr, i gave a lot away and suffered from a violent and major coughing fit after that. ah well, that's the price i have to pay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and did i mention that i got my hair poked and prodded and styled into puppy poodle hairdos during science? ah well, i guess i didnt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;training was fine, except that i had to destroy the first robot and did not seem to have any more brain cells left to build the next one. the first robot was perfectly fine, but i was told that the rotation sensor was not in too good a position. so *crash* and the robot disintegrated. and apparently, i as being too hysterical and off my rocker and could not complete the next one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;shall try again tomorrow. (: cant wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;please, god, give me the patience to deal and tolerate &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;certain people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i detest. only for&amp;nbsp;four more months. hopefully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-109041556548896369?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109041556548896369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/109041556548896369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109041556548896369' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108989919307269805</id><published>2004-07-15T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T22:33:11.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i wanted to be all you need somehow here is gone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You and I got something&lt;br /&gt;But it's all and then it's nothing to me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;And I got my defenses&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to your intentions for me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;And we wake up in the breakdown&lt;br /&gt;Of the things we never thought we could be, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one who broke you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one you should fear&lt;br /&gt;We got to move you darling&lt;br /&gt;I thought I lost you somewhere&lt;br /&gt;But you were never really ever there at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to get free, talk to me&lt;br /&gt;I can feel you fallin'&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted to be, all you need&lt;br /&gt;Somehow here is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no solution&lt;br /&gt;To the sound of this pollution in me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;And I was not the answer&lt;br /&gt;So forget you ever thought it was me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one who broke you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one you should fear&lt;br /&gt;What do you got to move you darling&lt;br /&gt;I thought I lost you somewhere&lt;br /&gt;But you were never really ever there at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to get free, talk to me&lt;br /&gt;I can feel you fallin'&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted to be, all you need&lt;br /&gt;Somehow here is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need the fallout&lt;br /&gt;Of all the past that's in between us&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not holding on&lt;br /&gt;And all your lies weren't enough to keep me here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to get free, talk to me&lt;br /&gt;I can feel you fallin'&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted to be, all you need&lt;br /&gt;Somehow here is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to get free, talk to me&lt;br /&gt;I can feel you fallin'&lt;br /&gt;I know it's out there, I know it's out there&lt;br /&gt;And I can feel you fallin'&lt;br /&gt;I know it's out there, I know it's out there&lt;br /&gt;Somehow here is gone, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I know it's out there, I know it's out there&lt;br /&gt;Somehow here is gone, yeah...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was slightly losing my head in class. i did not even listen to one word miss champion and tan poh geok were speaking. yes, not one. why? was busy chatting and singing (!) etc with joanne. haha. i wont be surprised if i fail science this year. i hardly pay attention. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really want to box mrs stephen's ears. i went to all the trouble to print out my essays for her, when she wanted it in the diskette form. bleagh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;painted banners and stuff. although, the banner is sadly atrocious. argh. but you cant blame me for not possessing even an ounce of artistic flair. (: i am terribly stupid, as if you dont know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i helped savina paint her banner after the my group left. sigh. i feel like an untalented twit next to her. she can paint banners real nicely. unlike yours truly, who cant paint for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of painting, i have not completed my art. great. i am so looking forward to getting fried by miss low. then you hungry peeps can devour me for your dinner. im not sure if i taste good, though. i have too much fat and lard. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i am missing portugal like crazy. i hate singapore. its such a stress-inducing place. and it wont get no better when i enter the working world. i'll aim for a scholarship or something, even if it means having to slog day and night and burning the midnight oil. i want to join NSA. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singapore sucks. no offence, to all patriotic people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im waiting for the OC to start. boy, i love that show. not to mention that benjamin mckenzie is hot. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and last night was the best dream ever. why couldnt it last? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-108989919307269805?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108989919307269805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108989919307269805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108989919307269805' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108981004919616692</id><published>2004-07-14T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T21:00:49.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hustlers grab your guns your shadow weighs a ton&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've been on the run&lt;br /&gt;Driving in the sun&lt;br /&gt;Looking out for #1&lt;br /&gt;California here we come&lt;br /&gt;Right back where we started from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hustlers grab your guns&lt;br /&gt;Your shadow weighs a ton&lt;br /&gt;Driving down the 101&lt;br /&gt;California here we come&lt;br /&gt;Right back where we started from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;California!&lt;br /&gt;Here we come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the stereo&lt;br /&gt;Listen as we go&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna stop me now&lt;br /&gt;California here we come&lt;br /&gt;Right back where we started from&lt;br /&gt;Pedal to the floor&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin' of the roar&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get us to the show&lt;br /&gt;California here we come&lt;br /&gt;Right back where we started from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;California!&lt;br /&gt;Here we come!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel slightly better now. i think i went off my rocker yesterday. yup, better, but not completely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks, carmen, for your concern. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-108981004919616692?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108981004919616692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108981004919616692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108981004919616692' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108964030683395079</id><published>2004-07-12T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T21:51:46.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;look for the girl with the broken smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beauty queen of only eighteen&lt;br /&gt;She had some trouble with herself&lt;br /&gt;He was always there to help her&lt;br /&gt;She always belonged to someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove for miles and miles&lt;br /&gt;And wound up at your door&lt;br /&gt;I've had you so many times but somehow&lt;br /&gt;I want more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind spending everyday&lt;br /&gt;Out on your corner in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Look for the girl with the broken smile&lt;br /&gt;Ask her if she wants to stay awhile&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;She will be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tap on my window knock on my door&lt;br /&gt;I want to make you feel beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I know I tend to get so insecure&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not always rainbows and butterflies&lt;br /&gt;It's compromise that moves us along&lt;br /&gt;My heart is full and my door's always open&lt;br /&gt;You can come anytime you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind spending everyday&lt;br /&gt;Out on your corner in the pouring rain, oh&lt;br /&gt;Look for the girl with the broken smile&lt;br /&gt;Ask her if she wants to stay awhile&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;She will be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And She will be loved&lt;br /&gt;And She will be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know where you hide&lt;br /&gt;Alone in your car&lt;br /&gt;Know all of the things that make you who you are&lt;br /&gt;I know that goodbye means nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tap on my window knock on my door&lt;br /&gt;I want to make you feel beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will be loved (repeated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't try so hard to say good bye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im suffering from emotional turmoil. please save me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im becoming a green-eyed monster. i simply cant bear to be left out and being nothing but the wallpaper adorned with yellow daffodils. i dont like to be useless, just standing by the sidelines, watching the game in action and the crowd cheering the players on. im such a selfish person. i try but i cant stop myself from feeling this way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; nothing but the wallpaper adorned with yellow daffodils. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps im the broken photo frame in an immaculately wrapped gift box. having a happy and fine facade whilst being naught but shattered pieces of glass inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. im fragmented. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe im going senile. running mind games in my head. voices, empty echoes reverberating around the empty dungeons of my brain. telling me, contradicting my thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the angel sits on my left shoulder whilst the devil sits on my right. who should i listen to? their voices are overbearing, haunting me. the angel sings in her hauntingly beautiful, melodious voice; the devil wields her pitchfork and cackles menacingly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im trying to put the pieces back together. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; said, a long time ago, that you'd be there to pick the pieces up. that was the best promise ive ever heard. but its been broken. just like me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps its better to be a robot. oh, the irony of it. to be a robot which cannot feel. then i can never suffer from emotional turmoil again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cant. or should a Dementor administer me its kiss? then i'll be nothing more than an empty shell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and nobody will ever miss me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-108964030683395079?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108964030683395079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108964030683395079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108964030683395079' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108929077588745936</id><published>2004-07-08T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T20:46:15.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it dangles on a string like slow spinning redemption&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope dangles on a string&lt;br /&gt;Like slow spinning redemption&lt;br /&gt;Winding in and winding out&lt;br /&gt;The shine of it has caught my eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And roped me in&lt;br /&gt;So mesmerizing, so hypnotizing&lt;br /&gt;I am captivated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Chorus}&lt;br /&gt;I am Vindicated&lt;br /&gt;I am selfish&lt;br /&gt;I am wrong&lt;br /&gt;I am right&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm right&lt;br /&gt;I swear I knew it all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am flawed &lt;br /&gt;But I am cleaning up so well&lt;br /&gt;I am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So clear&lt;br /&gt;Like the diamond in your ring&lt;br /&gt;Cut to mirror your intentions&lt;br /&gt;Oversized and overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;The shine of which has caught my eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And rendered me &lt;br /&gt;So isoloated, so motivated&lt;br /&gt;I am certain now that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Chorus}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So turn&lt;br /&gt;Up the corners of your lips&lt;br /&gt;Part them and feel my finger tips&lt;br /&gt;Trace the moment, fall forever&lt;br /&gt;Defense is paper thin&lt;br /&gt;Just one touch and I'd be in&lt;br /&gt;Too deep now to ever swim against the current&lt;br /&gt;So let me slip away (3x)&lt;br /&gt;So let me slip against the current&lt;br /&gt;So let me slip away (4x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Chorus}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slight hope&lt;br /&gt;It dangles on a string&lt;br /&gt;Like slow spinning redemption...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss portugal. i want to visit it again and never return to singapore. singapore is naught but i nest of disgusting teachers who wage war against students. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let me slip away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-108929077588745936?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108929077588745936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108929077588745936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108929077588745936' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108920601707617682</id><published>2004-07-07T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T21:13:37.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cos you're what i need so very but im anything but ordinary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whose Eyes Am I Behind&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Reconize Anything That I See&lt;br /&gt;Whose Skin Is This Design&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Want This To Be The Way That You See Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Understand Anything Anymore&lt;br /&gt;In This World That I'm Tired Of&lt;br /&gt;Is Taking Me Right Up These Walls&lt;br /&gt;That I Climb Up&lt;br /&gt;To Get To Your Story&lt;br /&gt;It's Anything But Ordinary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And When The World Is On It's Knees With Me It's Fine&lt;br /&gt;And When I Come To The Rescue I Get Nothing But Left Behind&lt;br /&gt;Everybody Seems To Be Getting What They Need With Mine&lt;br /&gt;'Cause Your What I Need So Very But I'm Anything But Ordinary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can You Save Me From This World Of Mine&lt;br /&gt;Before I Get Myself Arrested With Expectation&lt;br /&gt;You Are The One Look You've Done&lt;br /&gt;What Have You Done?&lt;br /&gt;This Is Not Some Kind Of Joke&lt;br /&gt;You're Just A Kid&lt;br /&gt;You Weren't Ready For What You Did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And When The World Needs Is On It's Knees With Me It's Fine&lt;br /&gt;And When I Come To The Rescue I Do For You Time After Time&lt;br /&gt;Everybody Seems To Be Getting What They Need With Mine&lt;br /&gt;'Cause Your What I Need So Very But I'm Anything But Ordinary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Think I'm Trying To Save The World From You&lt;br /&gt;You've Been Saving Me Too&lt;br /&gt;We Could Just Stay In And Save Each Other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Anything But Ordinary&lt;br /&gt;(Ordinary)&lt;br /&gt;I'm Anything But Ordinary&lt;br /&gt;(Ordinary)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to watch spiderman 2. i want to watch spiderman 2. i want to watch spiderman 2. i want to watch spiderman 2. i want to watch spiderman 2. i want to watch spiderman 2. i want to watch spiderman 2. i want to watch spiderman 2. i want to watch spiderman 2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did not go to school today, because i could hardly straighten my knees. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had fell flat on my face during PE yesterday, whilst attempting to pick up the softball. and my knees are now both in critical condition, and i'll be left with beautiful scars to eternally remind me of my clumsiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleagh. im in agony - they hurt like hell. not that ive ever been in hell, but you get what i mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, digital fortress is a really good book. i really admire dan brown; he's a fantastic author.you should go read all his books! digital fortress is really thrilling (not unlike his other books). i bought the book from the france airport. :) cost a whopping twelve euros, but im willing to pay for a good read. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too lazy to blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah, i'll probably be dead tomorrow. apparently miss chong is going to murder me and im gonna be fried on a skewer. well, that's the rumour circulating around 2/2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so wish me luck. or attend my funeral tomorrow. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-108920601707617682?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108920601707617682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108920601707617682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108920601707617682' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108901946900378455</id><published>2004-07-05T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T17:24:29.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there is a castle on a cloud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there is a castle on a cloud&lt;br /&gt;i want to go there in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;but there is no place for me to go&lt;br /&gt;not on my castle on a cloud&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi everyone. im back. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;portugal is really, really great. lets talk about the country first. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the city of lisbon is beautiful, singapore seems so mechanic, almost stale, in comparison. portugal exudes a warm, homely aura, reminiscent of yellow ochre. the streets are all stone tiled, and although its summer, its really cold at night and the cool crisp wind is totally delicious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went on a tour, and visited an old part of lisbon. the streets were extremely narrow and the place was cosy and quaint. vendors hawked freshly caught fish, and the smell of it permeated the air. i quite like the smell though. i cant see why it repulses so many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we visited the 25th april bridge too. it wasnt anything spectacular, except for the fact that it is the longest bridge in eurpoe, i should think. we also visited a museum, which solely consisted of carriages dating back from the seventeenth century. the carriages were intricate and beautiful, just imagine how kings and queens in their royal splendour and regalia travel! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also visited a monastery, or a church, whatever you may like to call it. the church was perfectly symmetrical, save for a broken area near the entrance. it was caused by the earthquake in 1755, at least, that's what the tour guide told us. the church was really beautiful, there's really no other word to describe it. the architect also used african elements in the construction of the church, and thats why the pillars bear some resemblance to the trees of africa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the short few hours of sightseeing was not nearly enough, but it was sufficient in showing us hoe marvelous and beautiful portugal and lisbon is. i love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also went shopping, mostly in Luz and some small tourist souvenir shops. i bought a lot of stuff, including a soccer ball for my brother, sweets for everyone, an england banner and a museum coin for myself, makeup for my sister and mother, and golf balls for my father, as well as small little souvenirs for friends. (: sorry to those i missed out, everyhing there cost a bomb, seriously. spent nearly a hundred euro on souvenirs. S: i bought books too, including digital fortress by dan brown. yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had only a day to sightsee, which was rather a let down. i would have jumped at the chance to extend my stay for another week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, about the competition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the nanyang kids are so cute. and erin and gerald beat japan to get first for the primary soccer robot category. congratulations! at least singapore has a trophy now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must say that erin is a carbon copy of mr tan. and they share similar names too. erin tan and eric tan. ooh, creepy. erin is also as sarcastic as mr tan too. perhaps they are relatives or something. haha, that would be cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my rescue team got fifth. it was rather disappointing as we could have managed to clinch third. the idiotic time keeper accused us of having too short a stop whenever our robot sensed the victim, citing that it was a second too fast. therefore, we had to add twenty seconds to our program, and thus, our timing was slower and we could only manage a fifth placing. we were on equal points with the top four though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that the placings should not have been decided by the robot's timing, as robots made from scrap metal are faster. this is because lego motors can only be powered up to a certain extent. bah. anyway, im still proud of my group for managing a fifth placing, as we had initially thought that we could not even make it to the finals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the soccer robot girls managed to get into the top twelve, congratulations! they were really unfortunate to be up againtst very tough opponents in macau and iran. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, singapore didnt fare too badly. in fact, we did quite well. but macau walked away with nine trophies, i think. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love robocup junior, especially the atmosphere. it is really tangible, and the excitement is so thick in the air. the people are extremely friendly, too, especially the portugal team who later emerged as champions for the rescue mission. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was also a junior party, for all competitors, and it was rather fun. unfortunately, we had to leave early. sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would give anything to re-experience the past week again. i loved every second of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, the hotel was rather appalling. hehe, i cant help but say that. perhaps im too pampered for my own good. but the lift was quite adorable, albeit creepy. it isnt the normal lift you see everyday, instead, the door swings open and the lift does not have a double door. that is, you can see the walls pass by and touch them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hotel is really tiny. and the worst part was, the bathroom had a translucent door! i was rather horrified but got used to it. and the water was rather unhygienic - the second night, the water was all rusty and a deep brown, which could be mistaken for milo. urgh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the view from the balcony was spectacular, though. we could see the old quaint buildings and the cars rumbling by on the tiled road, and feel the night breeze caress our faces. it was brilliant, so tranquil and serene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were mostly busy making modifications to our robot, and staying till midnight in the competition grounds. oh, did i mention that the soccer fields are named after world reknowned stadiums? cool eh? (: the whole competition area was big, perhaps twice the size of a scocer field? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the trains are cool, too. there are little vending machines at every station, and the trains were just different from singapore's mrt.    they are more homely, in a sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. we had to climb this totally awful hill to our hotel every night, whilst lugging kits, robots and laptops up. it was arduous, to say the least. well, at least it was to me. and one night, i got so drunk on coke that i nearly toppled and rolled down to slope. reminiscent of humpty dumpty, or so you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one night, there was this amiable drunkard on the train who kept spouting gibberish to us in portugese and pulling at his eyelids and lips at us. the whole episode was hilarious, especially since we could not understand word he was saying. his speech was not lucid, too. we got off the train as fast as we could. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. brenda is a total grump when it comes to waking up. she kicked me once when i attempted to shake her awake. she sleeps like a stone, man. S: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a pity we did not manage to visit any soccer stadiums, i so badly wanted to. i wanted to visit art museums too, but unfortunately, no one else was interested. ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shopping malls are rather similar to singapore's, except that they offer a wider array of shops. (: we shopped around, but purchased a lot of stuff from sports shops, as they offer euro 2004 merchandise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did a lot of last minute shopping on the last day, as we were busy with the competition on other days. debby spent near to a hundred anf fifty euro at the petrol kiosk, on euro 2004 stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was rather tearful on the last day, i so badly wanted to stay a little longer. unfortunately, we could not extend our little trip. sigh. the languae was slightly of a barrier, but the people were realy friendly and nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soccer supporters were rampant, many brandishing country banners and flags. and after portugal beat holland, the streets were absolutely invaded by portugese supporters and there was not a single holland supporter in sight. the portugese were jumping in joy, et cetera et cetera. it was a dight to behold, indeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah. the plane trips were pretty fime. i felt better then i expected to, except on the flight back to singapore. the air pressure caused my ear to be aching fit to burst, and there was an incessant buzzing noise. i thought that i was going deaf or something. i mostly read and slept on the plane. am halfway through digital fortress now, and i must say that it rocks my socks. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may not understand what im talking about here, but thats because you have to experience it to understant. the whole trip is near impossible to put in wors, but here i am attempting to. a picture paints a thousand words, or so the saying goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;portugal is the closest place to heaven ive ever been to. perhaps it is heaven. the city may be the kingdom of god. haha im being cheesy here, but i cant help it. nostaglia is overwhelming me right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i'll migrate to portugal one day. maybe. but one thing is for sure, i'll be back.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-108901946900378455?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108901946900378455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108901946900378455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108901946900378455' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108789800088628250</id><published>2004-06-22T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T17:54:32.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;might trick me once i wont let you trick me twice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Said I've paid my dues for all that i've done&lt;br /&gt;And I showed you that I love you more than once&lt;br /&gt;Theres nothing left there to decide&lt;br /&gt;Said you might trick me once&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you trick me twice&lt;br /&gt;Freedom to us has alwayz been a trick&lt;br /&gt;Freedom to u has alwayz been who ever landed on your dick&lt;br /&gt;Seen it in you one too many times&lt;br /&gt;Said you might trick me once&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you trick me twice no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might trick me once&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you trick me twice&lt;br /&gt;Might trick me once&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you trick me twice no&lt;br /&gt;Might trick me once&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you trick me twice&lt;br /&gt;No I won't let you trick me twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those days are old and overdone&lt;br /&gt;And it's only cause i'm not with you that you make me number one&lt;br /&gt;Though I may love you&lt;br /&gt;It hurts me deep inside Oh&lt;br /&gt;Now you no longer have to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be down with the late night hit&lt;br /&gt;Started gettin' heavy when I really wasn't ready&lt;br /&gt;Used my past to get in my mind&lt;br /&gt;So I fell for your lies like all the time&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were the shit to be playin around&lt;br /&gt;Call the police theres a mad girl in town&lt;br /&gt;Could'nt get even here without a sound&lt;br /&gt;It's not how I wanna get down Yeah (You)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might trick me once&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you trick me twice&lt;br /&gt;Might trick me once&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you trick me twice no&lt;br /&gt;Might trick me once&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you trick me twice&lt;br /&gt;No I won't let you trick me twice&lt;br /&gt;No I won't let you trick me twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've paid my dues all that i've done&lt;br /&gt;And I showed you that I love you more than once&lt;br /&gt;Theres nothing left there to decide&lt;br /&gt;Ooh Trick me I won't let you trick me twice&lt;br /&gt;You might trick me once&lt;br /&gt;I won't let me trick you twice&lt;br /&gt;You might trick me once&lt;br /&gt;No I won't let me trick you twice no&lt;br /&gt;You might trick me once&lt;br /&gt;No I won't let me trick you twice&lt;br /&gt;Woooo&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;Woooo&lt;br /&gt;Woooo&lt;br /&gt;Woooo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi all. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to sasha bear's today. ooh man the bears are simply adorable. you cant resist the oodles of charm they ooze from every pore! haha im using a slight bit of alliteration, eh? i really took a fancy to two stuffed dogs. but sadly, i can never buy them; im full to my ears in debts - i still owe my sister $27! thats because we bought a $79 dollar skirt for my mother. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feeling extremely stupid. and, not to mention, lame. and overcome with fatigue, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to stay up till past one yesterday in order to complete my portugal poster. however, nothing was accomplished last night. or should i say this morning? gah. i could plonk onto my table now and start snoring away, thats how tired i am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and due to my exhaustion, i slept through my handphone's incessant alarm cries and, as a result, missed the england versus croatia game. ): i was bloody disappointed when i woke up this morning - i had been looking forward to this game for the past few days. england triumphed 4-2 in the end. yay! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still mourning the loss of my treasured, army green pencilcase. i desperately want my ghost keychain back! and now ive gotta purchase stationery, and i aint exactly the owner of the fattest wallet right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its mathematically impossible for me to complete my homework. especially english. to do so, i will have to complete then forum articles every day. and tell me, which newspaper has ten forum articles? and whats more, stephens is demanding it to come from the straits times. now, thats simply unreasonable! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am majorly pissed with stephens right now. gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i should stop puring out my sorrows and move my ass outta here to drown myself in homework, eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-108789800088628250?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108789800088628250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108789800088628250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108789800088628250' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108764846712743639</id><published>2004-06-19T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T20:34:27.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its something that is oh so natural to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loving you is not just luck or illusion&lt;br /&gt;It's in the make-up of our DNA&lt;br /&gt;It's not by chance we make the perfect solution&lt;br /&gt;Don't fight it baby, you know that it's just destiny's way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby lovin' you&lt;br /&gt;Comes easily to me&lt;br /&gt;It's what I'm living for&lt;br /&gt;It's all in the chemistry&lt;br /&gt;Baby lovin' you&lt;br /&gt;Is how it's meant to be&lt;br /&gt;It's something that is oh so natural to me&lt;br /&gt;Natural&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the answers but there's no explanation (no explanation)&lt;br /&gt;We got each other baby come what may (come what may)&lt;br /&gt;It's in the science, it's genetically proven (genetically proven)&lt;br /&gt;Cos when you touch the reaction it just blows me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby lovin' you&lt;br /&gt;Comes easily to me&lt;br /&gt;It's what I'm living for&lt;br /&gt;It's all in the chemistry&lt;br /&gt;Baby lovin' you&lt;br /&gt;Is how it's meant to be&lt;br /&gt;It's something that is oh so natural to me&lt;br /&gt;Natural&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby lovin' you&lt;br /&gt;Comes easily to me&lt;br /&gt;It's what I'm living for&lt;br /&gt;It's all in the chemistry&lt;br /&gt;Baby lovin' you&lt;br /&gt;Is how it's meant to be&lt;br /&gt;It's something that is oh so natural to me&lt;br /&gt;Natural&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn off the light, lay your head next to mine&lt;br /&gt;Take it slowly, a step at a time&lt;br /&gt;C'mon get close, closer to me&lt;br /&gt;It's oh so natural, it's oh so easy to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby lovin' you&lt;br /&gt;Comes easily to me&lt;br /&gt;It's what I'm living for&lt;br /&gt;It's all in the chemistry&lt;br /&gt;Baby lovin' you&lt;br /&gt;Is how it's meant to be&lt;br /&gt;It's something that is oh so natural to me&lt;br /&gt;Natural&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby lovin' you&lt;br /&gt;Comes easily to me&lt;br /&gt;It's what I'm living for&lt;br /&gt;It's all in the chemistry&lt;br /&gt;Baby lovin' you&lt;br /&gt;Is how it's meant to be&lt;br /&gt;It's something that is oh so natural to me&lt;br /&gt;Natural&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh. i love that song. it was released way back in, what, 2000, i should think. -reminisces-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im bored. terminally bored. sleepy, too. homework is definitely unappealing. very, in fact. the very thought of having to stare at algebraic equations causes much disgust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. hopefully, the teachers wont collect my homework as im missing the first week of school. sadly, though, that wont be the case with the dying goat. she'll probably be on my back in a flash, demanding for my homework and probably mocking my mistakes in front of the entire class, who will then burst out into uncotrollable bouts of guffawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i simply cant tolerate her. i'll jump at the chance to change teachers. i am living for next year. however, i may suffer from an unbreakable curse or something; what if she's my teacher next year? i'll be eternally doomed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im happy. tomorrow is the only day that i can sleep in. (: have to cherish it. i'll probably wake up around noon tomorrow. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went to school at nine today for the packing of kits. waited for around an hour before grace yow called and told us that it had been cancelled. i was dismayed; i had woken up early for nothing! haha. had a fair bit of trouble dragging myself out of my cosy warm bed today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, emily, brenda, adabelle, hui qi and i went to toa payoh library to do some portugal stuff and to, well, read books. (: completed two books there before rushing off to orchard to meet germ liu and joanne tan at two thirty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to delifrance to eat. i can now say that im officially in love with potato gratin. its scrumplicious. (: although the meal cost a whopping eight bucks. -looks mournfully at hole in wallet- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now im dead broke. sigh. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to kinokuniya, cold storage, library(again!) etc, before going home at 5. quite a fun day, at least it was filled with activity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im bored. and no one tags my board anymore. sobs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-108764846712743639?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108764846712743639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108764846712743639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108764846712743639' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108756504256930618</id><published>2004-06-18T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T21:24:02.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it is the passion flowing right on through your veins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is the passion flowing right on through your veins&lt;br /&gt;And it's the feeling that you're oh so glad you came&lt;br /&gt;It is the moment you remember you're alive&lt;br /&gt;It is the air you breathe, the element, the fire&lt;br /&gt;It is that flower that you took the time to smell&lt;br /&gt;It is the power that you know you got as well&lt;br /&gt;It is the fear inside that you can overcome&lt;br /&gt;This is the orchestra, the rhythm and the drum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com uma forca, com uma forca&lt;br /&gt;Com uma forca que ninguem pode parar&lt;br /&gt;Com uma forca, com uma forca&lt;br /&gt;Com uma fome que ninguem pode matar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the soundtrack of your ever-flowing life&lt;br /&gt;It is the wind beneath your feet that makes you fly&lt;br /&gt;It is the beautiful game that you choose to play&lt;br /&gt;When you step out into the world to start your day&lt;br /&gt;You show your face and take it in and scream and pray&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna win it for yourself and us today&lt;br /&gt;It is the gold, the green, the yellow and the grey&lt;br /&gt;The red and sweat and tears, the love you go. Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com uma forca, com uma forca&lt;br /&gt;Com uma forca que ninguem pode parar&lt;br /&gt;Com uma forca, com uma forca&lt;br /&gt;Com uma fome que ninguem pode matar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forca, forca, forca, forca, forca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closer to the sky, closer, way up high, mais perto do ceu, mais perto do ceu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com uma forca, com uma forca&lt;br /&gt;Com uma forca que ninguem pode parar&lt;br /&gt;Com uma forca, com uma forca&lt;br /&gt;Com uma fome que ninguem pode matar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forca (oh), forca (oh), forca, forca, forca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;common&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad's in a vile mood. sigh. really, really vile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna cheat for chinese homework. well, not exactly cheat, but yah. im gonna use harry potter for my book report as i already know it by heart in english. therefore, i can summarise without reading the book. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evil, aint i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i plan to start on my math later. however, its virtually impossible for me to complete it. if jianeng the mathematical genius cant even finish it, what are the odds that i can? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahhh. im stupid. especially when it comes to algebra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to go on a massive hunt soon. i cant live without my pencilcase, i really cant. bleagh. and mr FRS badge is on it too! so is my lego ghost keychain. rahh. damn. i have a nagging suspicion that it is in my classroom, but im too lazy to drag my pudgy legs over to st gabriels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. fingers ache. truthfully. so ends my entry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, we can offer a listening ear. all you have to do is ask. (: &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/6680908-108756504256930618?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108756504256930618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108756504256930618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108756504256930618' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108748171096647484</id><published>2004-06-17T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T22:15:10.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let your waves crash down on me and take me away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a place off Ocean Avenue&lt;br /&gt;Where I used to sit and talk with you&lt;br /&gt;We were both 16 and it felt so right&lt;br /&gt;Sleepin' all day stayin' up all night...&lt;br /&gt;Stayin' up all night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a place on the corner of Cherry Street&lt;br /&gt;We would walk on the beach in our bare feet&lt;br /&gt;We were both 18 and it felt so right&lt;br /&gt;Sleepin' all day stayin' up all night...&lt;br /&gt;Stayin' up all night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could find you now things would get better&lt;br /&gt;We could leave this town and run forever&lt;br /&gt;Let your waves crash down on me and take me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a piece of you that's here with me&lt;br /&gt;It's everywhere I go it's everything I see&lt;br /&gt;When I sleep I dream and it gets me by&lt;br /&gt;I can make believe that you're here tonight...&lt;br /&gt;That you're here tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could find you now things would get better&lt;br /&gt;We could leave this town and run forever&lt;br /&gt;I know somewhere somehow we'll be together&lt;br /&gt;Let your waves crash down on me and take me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rememeber the look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;When I told you that this was goodbye&lt;br /&gt;You were begging me not tonight&lt;br /&gt;Not here not now&lt;br /&gt;We're looking up at the same night sky&lt;br /&gt;And keep pretending the sun will not rise&lt;br /&gt;Well be together for one more night somewhere somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could find you now things would get better&lt;br /&gt;We could leave this town and run forever&lt;br /&gt;I know somewhere somehow we'll be together&lt;br /&gt;Let your waves crash down on me and take me away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im one hell of a happy person, albeit slightly worried. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy, why? because the portugal robot can finally work! (: hoorayy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worried, because of the checking of kits tomorrow. bahhh. my kit is in a desperate state. im so gonna die. sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im too lazy to type any further. haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;no more of that. i hate it-its irritating.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-108748171096647484?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108748171096647484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108748171096647484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108748171096647484' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108731253861507647</id><published>2004-06-15T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T23:15:38.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>01. Fallen for a friend? no! O_O&lt;br /&gt;02. Made out with JUST a friend? of course not&lt;br /&gt;03. Rejected someone? NO &lt;br /&gt;04. Been in love? no &lt;br /&gt;05. Been in lust? idols yah&lt;br /&gt;06. Used someone? as in? sometimes, in minor ways. hehe &lt;br /&gt;07. Been used? i think so. sigh. &lt;br /&gt;08. Cheated on someone? no. &lt;br /&gt;09. Been cheated on? dunno.&lt;br /&gt;10. Been kissed? no. haha. &lt;br /&gt;11. Done something you regret? of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last person...&lt;br /&gt;12. You touched? er??? as in? &lt;br /&gt;13. You talked to? er my sister or char &lt;br /&gt;14. You hugged? erm im not too sure&lt;br /&gt;15. You instant messaged? brenda's sis, by accident. oops. &lt;br /&gt;16. You kissed? erm? i dunno? &lt;br /&gt;18. You yelled at? er my brother. haha. &lt;br /&gt;19. You laughed with? er char cos i chatting online now. durr. &lt;br /&gt;20. You had a crush on? wahahaha! &lt;br /&gt;21. Who broke your heart? the engladn team! they lost to france! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Color your hair? no, never. &lt;br /&gt;23. Have tattoos? ditto&lt;br /&gt;24. Piercings? i have two. &lt;br /&gt;25. Have a girlfriend? er friends, yah. &lt;br /&gt;26. Floss daily? no, sad to say. i ran out of floss. haha. &lt;br /&gt;27. Own a webcam? no, i want one though. &lt;br /&gt;28. Ever get off the damn computer? when i have to. &lt;br /&gt;29. Sprechen sie deutsche? deutsche is german....no i dont speak geran.&lt;br /&gt;30. Habla espanol? espanol is spain isnt it? so no i dont speak spanish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you/do you/do you have... &lt;br /&gt;40. Considered a life of crime? no. it will suck. &lt;br /&gt;41. Considered being a hooker? for the fun of it, a random thought. haha. but i'll never be one. trust me. &lt;br /&gt;42. Considered being a pimp? noo&lt;br /&gt;43. Are you psycho? absolutely. &lt;br /&gt;44. Split personalities? of course. &lt;br /&gt;45. Schizophrenic? yes. i really am. &lt;br /&gt;46. Obsessive? definitely. &lt;br /&gt;47. Obsessive compulsive? yes. sigh. im dysfunctional. &lt;br /&gt;48. Panic? quite often. &lt;br /&gt;50. Depressed? almost everyday, haha. &lt;br /&gt;51. Suicidal? yeaps. &lt;br /&gt;52. Obsessed with hate? huh? &lt;br /&gt;53. Dream of mutilated bodies, blood, death, and gore? no.&lt;br /&gt;54. Dream of doing those things instead of just seeing them? no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. What would you be doing? surfing the net? &lt;br /&gt;58. What are you listening to? black eyed peas- lets get it started or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;59. Can you do anything freakish with your body? er i can twist my fingers into grotesque shapes. (: &lt;br /&gt;60. Chicken or fish? fish. they have a shorter memory and dont feel much pain. &lt;br /&gt;61. Do you have a favorite animal, no matter how lame it may be? cats and dolphins. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current...&lt;br /&gt;Current Clothes: my pyjamas. &lt;br /&gt;Current Music: 98.7 FM &lt;br /&gt;Current Taste: er my dinner? &lt;br /&gt;Current Hair: tied up&lt;br /&gt;Current Annoyance: my ever pesky brother.  &lt;br /&gt;Current Smell: air con? &lt;br /&gt;Current thing I ought to be doing: my homework! &lt;br /&gt;Current Desktop Picture: er soccer. (((: &lt;br /&gt;Current Favorite Group: too many to name. er perhaps Keane, if you say current. &lt;br /&gt;Current Book: just finished 25th hour and the da vinci code, on kill a mockingbird now. &lt;br /&gt;Current DVD In Player: hitler: dvd spoilt. ): &lt;br /&gt;Current Refreshment: air. &lt;br /&gt;Current Worry: homework. and the british council project thingy. &lt;br /&gt;Current Crush: wahaha! &lt;br /&gt;Current Favorite Celebrity: wahahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are You...&lt;br /&gt;Understanding: hopefully. (:&lt;br /&gt;Open-minded: hopefully. (: &lt;br /&gt;Arrogant : quite thick skinned. haha.  &lt;br /&gt;Insecure: absolutely. &lt;br /&gt;Interesting: hopefully. (: but i hardly think so. &lt;br /&gt;A lil Hungry: yah a little. &lt;br /&gt;Friendly: hopefully. (: &lt;br /&gt;Smart: no, definitely not.&lt;br /&gt;Moody: absolutely. &lt;br /&gt;Childish: at times. &lt;br /&gt;Hard working: if i have the motivation to. &lt;br /&gt;Organized: sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;Emotionally Stable: absolutely NOT. &lt;br /&gt;Shy: yeaps. &lt;br /&gt;Difficult: yah. &lt;br /&gt;Bored Easily: yes. &lt;br /&gt;Thirsty: yes&lt;br /&gt;Responsible: dunno. but hopefully. (: im superly forgetful though. &lt;br /&gt;Happy: occasionally. &lt;br /&gt;Trusting: NO. &lt;br /&gt;Unique: hopefully. (: &lt;br /&gt;Lonely: yeaps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicknames: dello jello, delle welle, dellie. &lt;br /&gt;Hair color: brown. &lt;br /&gt;first breath: 19 august 1990&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: brown. &lt;br /&gt;Siblings: older sister, younger brother. real pains. &lt;br /&gt;What's your sign? Leo. rahhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On dating... &lt;br /&gt;Long or short hair? short. (: &lt;br /&gt;Dark or blond hair? er anything. O_O&lt;br /&gt;Tall or short? er tall? O_O&lt;br /&gt;Pretty but dumb or Ok looking but smart? the latter. &lt;br /&gt;Dark or light eyes? depends. haha. &lt;br /&gt;light skinned or dark? dark. (: &lt;br /&gt;Pierced or no? nope. &lt;br /&gt;Freckles or none? none&lt;br /&gt;Skinny or pudgy? none. wahaha. &lt;br /&gt;Thuggish or sporty type? sporty. hee. i love soccer. &lt;br /&gt;Whitewashed, Thuggish, Fobby? huh? &lt;br /&gt;Chocolate milk or hot chocolate? er hot chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;McDonalds or Burger King? both. &lt;br /&gt;Marry the perfect lover or the perfect friend? is there a difference?&lt;br /&gt;Sweet or sour? sweet...duh. &lt;br /&gt;Root Beer or Dr. Pepper? i never tried dr pepper&lt;br /&gt;Sappy/action/comedy/horror? comedy. &lt;br /&gt;Cats or dogs? i love both, but cats i guess. &lt;br /&gt;Ocean or Pool? er ocean. &lt;br /&gt;Cool Ranch or Nacho Cheese? none. &lt;br /&gt;Mud or Jell-O wrestling? the altter. sounds cool. &lt;br /&gt;With or without ice-cubes? depends. &lt;br /&gt;Shine or rain? rain&lt;br /&gt;Winter/Summer/Fall/Spring? spring/autumn. (: &lt;br /&gt;Vanilla or Chocolate? chocolate is heaven. &lt;br /&gt;Snowboarding or skiing? skiing. &lt;br /&gt;Cake or cookies? both. haha, im greedy. &lt;br /&gt;Cereal or toast? depends&lt;br /&gt;Gloves or mittens? depends. &lt;br /&gt;Eyes open or closed? er? &lt;br /&gt;Fly or breathe under water? fly!&lt;br /&gt;Bunk-bed or waterbed? er anything. &lt;br /&gt;Chewing gum or hard candy? dunno. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. im majorly bored. and sleepayeeeeeee. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-108731253861507647?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108731253861507647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108731253861507647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108731253861507647' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108730614472467795</id><published>2004-06-15T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T21:29:04.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh everybody's changing and i dont feel the same&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You say you wander your own land&lt;br /&gt;But when I think about it&lt;br /&gt;I don't see how you can&lt;br /&gt;You're aching, you're breaking&lt;br /&gt;And I can see the pain in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Says everybody's changing&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So little time&lt;br /&gt;Try to understand that I'm&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make a move just to stay in the game&lt;br /&gt;I try to stay awake and remember my name&lt;br /&gt;But everybody's changing&lt;br /&gt;And I don't feel the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gone from here&lt;br /&gt;And soon you will disappear&lt;br /&gt;And fading into beautiful light&lt;br /&gt;Cause everybody's changing&lt;br /&gt;And I don't feel right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So little time&lt;br /&gt;Try to understand that I'm&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make a move just to stay in the game&lt;br /&gt;I try to stay awake and remember my name&lt;br /&gt;But everybody's changing&lt;br /&gt;And I don't feel the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So little time&lt;br /&gt;Try to understand that I'm&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make a move just to stay in the game&lt;br /&gt;I try to stay awake and remember my name&lt;br /&gt;But everybody's changing&lt;br /&gt;And I don't feel the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh everybody’s changing and I don’t feel the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. thinking of changing the layout. i like this one a lot, though. shall see. (: a warning though - the next layout wont be about cats, unfortunately, all my cat pictures have been exhausted. shall have to hunt for more sometime soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention that england broke my heart? they lost their lead in three stupid minutes. bahhhhh. i stared at the television screen, shell-shocked, whilst my father whooped in joy (he supports france). and although it was past four am in the morning, i took almost half an hour to fall asleep; the entire match kept playing in my mind like a film without sound. gah. england must win their next two matches (against croatia and switzerland) in order to qualify. tough luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;denmark versus italy turned out to be a stalemate. i could only stay up till half time; i was overcome with fatigue and kept dozing off. however, the first half was rather entertaining, especially in the dying minutes. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna watch germany versus holland at 2.50 today. i think i'll only go to the arc room at eleven tomorrow, i probably wont be able to get up in the morning anyway. sorry, folks. |:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i think im boring you out of your puny little mind with all these soccer talk. ah well. i couldnt care less. nah, just kidding. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find the above song to be a true reflection on my life. everybody is changing, and i dont feel the same. and yup, its hard trying to stay in the game. (as in not game literally, but methaphorically, if you get what i mean, you bodoh) its hard watching people change, and you are inevitably left behind. and i have been consumed by jealousy lately, over petty stuff, nothing major. i get majorly pissed with myself sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, you should go read the da vinci code by dan brown. it is really intriguing,; you learn all the stuff about jesus and his supposed wife, mary magdalene. and you discover that the holy grail is not a cup, but mary magdalene herself. it literally rewrites history. ah well, shant tell you more, im spoiling the surprise for you. (: but it is a damn good book. gon read! -push push- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah. the 25th hour by david benioff is a damn cool book, too. read it this afternoon and cried buckets. (not surprising, eh). its about a would-be prisoner and how he spent his last day before entering otisville, which is a rough and tough prison. ah well, im starting to feel like a book critic here. just GO READ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been thinking about njrc. i wonder how my team will fare- will we succeed and earn all the plaudits or stumble at the finishing line? im obviously hoping its the former. but, one can never tell. and to think that i thought that we had plenty of time to prepare for it! its only less than four months away now. S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall go take a shower now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything has changed, and since then you were never the same.&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/6680908-108730614472467795?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108730614472467795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108730614472467795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108730614472467795' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108712319736608260</id><published>2004-06-13T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T18:41:26.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=4 width=200px&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#ffcccc align=center&gt;&lt;font style='color:black; font-size:18pt;'&gt;How to make a Delle&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;font style='color:black; font-size:12pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 parts success&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 parts silliness&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 parts beauty&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#ffffcc&gt;&lt;font style='color:black; font-size:12pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Method:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Combine in a tall glass half filled with crushed ice. Top it off with a sprinkle of curiosity and enjoy!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;form method="POST" action="http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.php"&gt;Username:&lt;input name="uname"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;input type=submit value="How do you make a 'you'?"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.php"&gt;Personality cocktail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. im pretty insulted, though i do agree about the silliness part. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor='#99ffff' border=3 bordercolor='#0033ff' cellspacing=0 cellpadding=3&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;font size=+2 style='color: black;'&gt;D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=middle align=left&gt;&lt;font style='color: black;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dashing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;font size=+2 style='color: black;'&gt;E&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=middle align=left&gt;&lt;font style='color: black;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Enchanting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;font size=+2 style='color: black;'&gt;L&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=middle align=left&gt;&lt;font style='color: black;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luscious&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;font size=+2 style='color: black;'&gt;L&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=middle align=left&gt;&lt;font style='color: black;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lazy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;font size=+2 style='color: black;'&gt;E&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=middle align=left&gt;&lt;font style='color: black;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Energetic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;form method="POST" action="http://www.go-quiz.com/acronym/acronym.php"&gt;Name / Username:&lt;input name="name"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;input type=submit value="Get your name acronym!"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/acronym/acronym.php"&gt;Name Acronym Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahhhh. how can i be lazy yet energetic? ):&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/6680908-108712319736608260?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108712319736608260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108712319736608260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108712319736608260' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108704776777428703</id><published>2004-06-12T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T21:42:47.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it was then that i realised that forever was in your eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ll always remember&lt;br /&gt;It was late afternoon&lt;br /&gt;It lasted forever&lt;br /&gt;And ended to soon&lt;br /&gt;You were all by yourself&lt;br /&gt;Staring up at a dark gray sky&lt;br /&gt;And I was changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;In places no one would find&lt;br /&gt;All your feelings so deep inside&lt;br /&gt;It was then that I realized that forever was in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The moment I saw you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was late september&lt;br /&gt;And I’d seen you before&lt;br /&gt;You were always the cold one&lt;br /&gt;But I was never that sure&lt;br /&gt;You were all by yourself&lt;br /&gt;Staring up at a dark gray sky&lt;br /&gt;I was changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to hold you&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to make it go away&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to know you&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to make your everything, all right&lt;br /&gt;I’ll always remember...&lt;br /&gt;It was late afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 2xs out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh yay. i added background music! (: its mandy moore's cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i simply cannot wait for 11.50. that's when the opening ceremony for euro 2004 starts. (: im gonna stay up all night to watch soccer. i'll be supporting portugal for this match, but im obviously keeping my fingers crossed that england will emerge as his competition's winners. they face a pretty tough opponent in france, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was quite hunky dory. it was mostly kit-packing and basketball. i fell, though, and grazed my knee. hmm. it seems like i can never live through a day without any minor/major accidents occurring. bleagh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was mahorly pissed this evening. my mother blew up at me for no apparent reason, citing that i was being rude. all i said was "why dont you go and buy food and i sign up for the card, isnt it the same thing? " in a slightly louder-than-usual voice (which isnt really loud, if you ask me) and she started scolding me. i was obviously fuming silently and she told me not to show her my "black face". bah. im going mad. honestly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have just realised that ashley simpson sounds pretty much like her sister (jessica simpson). her new single's quite nice - "pieces of me". i like both of them, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, im crapping. sorry. - blush blush-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im officially dead. i have not started on my holiday homework. cripes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant be bothered to. yes, yes, im lazy. (: i shall start tomorrow, hopefully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. shall go take a shower now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-108704776777428703?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108704776777428703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108704776777428703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108704776777428703' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108687236716606011</id><published>2004-06-10T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T20:59:27.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we cry and still they say the past wont go away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You see it was like this,&lt;br /&gt;I was torn between two worlds&lt;br /&gt;One full of promise&lt;br /&gt;And the truth I knew would hurt&lt;br /&gt;You say I'm no angel&lt;br /&gt;Trying to put the past behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;So now I try to find&lt;br /&gt;A place to leave all&lt;br /&gt;Memories in my mind&lt;br /&gt;We try, our lives away&lt;br /&gt;Then stumble to the grave&lt;br /&gt;We cry, and still they say&lt;br /&gt;The past wont go away&lt;br /&gt;The story of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I was just thinking&lt;br /&gt;Now my life is on the road&lt;br /&gt;The straight and the narrow&lt;br /&gt;On the route that I've been shown&lt;br /&gt;You know its not easy&lt;br /&gt;To try to change your ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus Till End]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARC camp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arc camp was brilliant. heh. i was placed with my njrc group, namely olivia, melissa hong, emily and hui qi, as well as with krystle, yijun, and genevieve. yup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had all sorts of "trust" games on the first day. i was sexually violated when i had to be on the zipper thing. hahaha. nah, just joking. but all in all, it was pretty fun. also, the toilets were, miraculously, clean. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the confidence trial was real fun too. i was anticipating some sort of ghost thingy, but all we had to do was to follow the ruffia around the building. heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, night-time was bad. i couldnt sleep well as my left leg was having a seizure of some sort. i nearly cried, that was how bad the ache was. also, everyone was real noisy, as some of us were sleeping on the tent floor itself, ehich was unfortunately made of some rustly material. bah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second day was exhausting. now now, that is the understatement of the millenium. we went on a trek, which lasted for 9 hours. yup, you heard right. i was practically dying, honestly. this is testament of how unfit i am. the instructor, mr wong, seemed almost robotic (pardon the pun); he was tireless and seemed to operate on clockwork. i was cursing hm under my breath at the last stretch, i.e the way to the zoo. i was simply astounded to learn that we only trekked for 20 km, it felt like much more! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had this hide and seek activity at night. my group (novita, emily, andrea and i) as well as grace yow, denise, yijun and mel hong, hid in the gents in the hall. the gents was this ramshackle old place which had a terrible lack of ventilation. we hid for an hour and my lungs were on the verge of collapsing, so bad was the air in there. i felt like fainting and all and was sorely tempted to sit on the years-unswept floor. we were all sprawled all over the place and to think that some girls actually searched the gents and did not find us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah. stupid mel hong peed on the floor, due to her overexcitement. the scenario is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mel: i really cannot &lt;em&gt;tahan&lt;/em&gt; already, my pee is coming out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of us: just relax, keep it in, lah! shhh, keep quiet, they're coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*splashhhhhhhh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us: O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(three seconds later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us: *giggle giggle* WAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grace yow switches the torch on and shines it to the suspected area and the beam falls onto a puddle of pee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us: *shellshocked*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mel hong: sorry, sorry! i couldnt take it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us: WAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, or something like that. but the whole episode was really hilarious. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. bathed at approximately 1.30 and the exco and portugal girls had to head to the canteen. it turned out that we had to complete some brainteasers and reflection questions. the questions were really deep, as in, they were thought-provoking. i found myself thinking about arc and how much it really means to me. answer? well, a lot. (: the brainteasers were really mind-boggling, no joke.  i only managed to complete 3 out of four questions; wyna finished all. -goes green with envy- we stayed up till nearly five, and that was when mr tan chased us out of the canteen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it turned out that he wanted to test our mental strength, etc, etc. i thought that he was going nuts or something! no offence. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emily, mel hong and i headed to the hall, where the gym mats were laid out. i plonked onto one and immediately fell into a deep slumber, so fatigued was i. the fan was spitting out gusts of ice-cold wind and i was shivering the whole night (or morning, actually) had to wake up at 8. bleagh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we had a jigsaw game, which we had to replay three times. gah. that was because we were not abiding by the rules. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. that was the end, not to mention other incidents in-between. (: was bloody brilliant! (quote: ron weasley)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a short portugal meeting, where mr tan told us the real purpose behind the midnight questionaire. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;briana came over to my house, and we played scrabble and talked rubbish and looked at yearbooks etc etc. haha. i was so tired though, was half dozing on my bed at one point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. thats about it for the arc camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reached the arc room at 8.30. took a taxi and the ride cost $7.20. O_O waaaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we cleaned up our gep stuff and i think im allergic to the colour vandyke brown and silicon. yes. every time i look at the aforementioned items, i have an uncontrollable urge to puke and get real nauseous.  that was what happened when i touched silicon today; felt so ill for two hours or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to kfc for lunch, the chicken was rather bland. only ate one as the other was a thigh. ): the counter was run by deaf people, they were really cute. (: as in not cute as in ugly but adorable, but cute cute, if you get what i mean.(: got the teen vantage card too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also had portugal training and the assholic robot simply refused to work. bah. ended up redoing the program, and it still point blank refused to work. was damn tired and irritated; thankfully, mr alex was in a better mood. (: but i guess there's some progress, it can at least sense the green and silver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhh. i wanna sleep early tonight, have cip tomorrow. ciao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-108687236716606011?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108687236716606011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108687236716606011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108687236716606011' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108644455242634778</id><published>2004-06-05T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T22:09:12.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;people are so phony nosy cos theyre lonely&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just something about you&lt;br /&gt;The way I'm lookin at you whatever&lt;br /&gt;You keep lookin at me&lt;br /&gt;You gettin scared now, right?&lt;br /&gt;Don't fear me baby, it's just destiny&lt;br /&gt;It feel good right?&lt;br /&gt;Listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of noticed, from one night&lt;br /&gt;From the club, your front face&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of weird to me&lt;br /&gt;Since you're so fine&lt;br /&gt;If it's up to me your face will change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you smiling, that should set the tone&lt;br /&gt;Just be limber&lt;br /&gt;If you let go, the music should groove your bones&lt;br /&gt;Just remember&lt;br /&gt;Sing this song with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nobody love you like I love you&lt;br /&gt;You're a good girl and that's what makes me trust ya&lt;br /&gt;Late at night, I talk to you&lt;br /&gt;You will know the difference when I touch you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are so phony&lt;br /&gt;Nosy coz they're lonely&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you sick of the same thing?&lt;br /&gt;They say so and so was dating&lt;br /&gt;Love you or they're hatin&lt;br /&gt;When it doesn't matter anyway&lt;br /&gt;Coz we're here tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you smiling, that should set the tone&lt;br /&gt;Just be limber baby&lt;br /&gt;If you let go, the music should groove your bones&lt;br /&gt;Baby just remember&lt;br /&gt;Sing this song with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nobody love you like I love you&lt;br /&gt;You're a good girl and that's what makes me trust ya&lt;br /&gt;Late at night, I talk to you&lt;br /&gt;You will know the difference when I touch you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you know I can make ya happy&lt;br /&gt;I could change your life&lt;br /&gt;If you give me that chance&lt;br /&gt;To be your man&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you down baby&lt;br /&gt;If you give me that chance&lt;br /&gt;To be your man&lt;br /&gt;Here baby, put on my jacket&lt;br /&gt;And then ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll fly tonight (I just wanna love you baby)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll fly tonight (I just wanna love you baby)&lt;br /&gt;Girl ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[RAP]&lt;br /&gt;Ma, what chu wanna do?&lt;br /&gt;I'm in front of you&lt;br /&gt;Grab a friend, see I can have fun with two&lt;br /&gt;Or me and you put on a stage show&lt;br /&gt;And the mall kids, that's how to change low&lt;br /&gt;From them you heard "wow, it's the same glow"&lt;br /&gt;Look at me, I say "yeah, it's the same dough"&lt;br /&gt;We the same type, you my air of life&lt;br /&gt;You have sleepin in the same bed, er'night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go rock with me, you deserve the best&lt;br /&gt;Take a few shots&lt;br /&gt;Let it burn in your chest&lt;br /&gt;We could ride down&lt;br /&gt;Pumpin N.E.R.D. in the deck&lt;br /&gt;Funny how a few words turn into sex&lt;br /&gt;Play this free, joint called "brain"&lt;br /&gt;Ma, take a hint&lt;br /&gt;Make me suerve in the lane&lt;br /&gt;The name Malicious&lt;br /&gt;And I burn every track&lt;br /&gt;Clipse and J. Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;Now how heavy is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll fly tonight (I just wanna love you baby)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll fly tonight (I just wanna love you baby)&lt;br /&gt;Girl ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nobody love you like I love you&lt;br /&gt;You're a good girl and that's what makes me trust ya&lt;br /&gt;Late at night, I talk to you&lt;br /&gt;You will know the difference when I touch you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break this down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I used to dream about this when I was a&lt;br /&gt;little boy&lt;br /&gt;I never thought it would end up this way, [drums]&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of special right? yeah&lt;br /&gt;You know, you think about it&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people just destined&lt;br /&gt;Destined to do what they do&lt;br /&gt;And that's what it is&lt;br /&gt;Now everybody dance. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my . life. is. sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, yes, it really is.&lt;font color=FFFFFF&gt;im turning into a green-eyed monster. i really am. i wish i could be perfect.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im gonna watch harry potter tomorrow. yes at last! im going with joanne. heh. ooh yay, i simply cant wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chopping wood session was cancelled and i only received the message when i was in the car, on the way to school. thank god my sister had to be fetched to somerset. otherwise, my mother would have shot me and i wouldnt be here blogging now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had the GEP prize presentation ceremony. it was this really pathetic five minute affair which was held after a long seminar talk thingy. yes. horrid, i know. the talk lasted for close to an hour, i should think, and the ceremony was really rushed as everyone wanted to go home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was only one prize. we didnt win anything, which was not unexpected, after finding out our scores. orchid park turned out to be the eventual winner. congratulations! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im kinda disappointed. i guess everybody would be, after spending so much time on something and your labour does not bear fruit. you get what i mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yah, i think ive gained a lot of experience and ive definitely grown a helluva lot closer to the other members, i.e. sav, stef and emily. yup. we had a lot of fun (refer to previous post) (((: ah well, i guess there are other competitions, like the up-and-coming portugal games. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thanks to novita, gloria and debby for helping out. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think mr tan is right, the judges are all cock-eyed. mwahahahaha. silly twats. -arbish-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah. thats about it. my fingers feel stiff. heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-108644455242634778?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108644455242634778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108644455242634778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108644455242634778' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108635289604193314</id><published>2004-06-04T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T20:41:36.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;through the hourglass i saw you in time you slipped away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watching every motion&lt;br /&gt;In my foolish lover's game&lt;br /&gt;On this endless ocean&lt;br /&gt;Finally lovers know no shame&lt;br /&gt;Turning and returning&lt;br /&gt;To some secret place inside&lt;br /&gt;Watching in slow motion&lt;br /&gt;As you turn around and say&lt;br /&gt;My love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;Take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching I keep waiting&lt;br /&gt;Still anticipating love&lt;br /&gt;Never hesitating&lt;br /&gt;To become the fated ones&lt;br /&gt;Turning and returning&lt;br /&gt;To some secret place inside&lt;br /&gt;Watching in slow motion&lt;br /&gt;As you turn around and say&lt;br /&gt;My love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;Take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the hourglass I saw you&lt;br /&gt;In time you slipped away&lt;br /&gt;When the mirror crashed I called you&lt;br /&gt;And turned to hear you say&lt;br /&gt;If only for today&lt;br /&gt;I am unafraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;Take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching every motion&lt;br /&gt;In this foolish lovers game&lt;br /&gt;Haunted by the notion&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere there's a love in flames&lt;br /&gt;Turning and returning&lt;br /&gt;To some secret place inside&lt;br /&gt;Watching in slow motion&lt;br /&gt;As you turn around and say&lt;br /&gt;My love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;Take my breath away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to watch harry potter. i want to watch harry potter. i want to watch harry potter. i want to watch harry potter. i want to watch harry potter. i want to watch harry potter. i want to watch harry potter. i want to watch harry potter. i want to watch harry potter. i want to watch harry potter. i want to watch harry potter. i want to watch harry potter. i want to watch harry potter. i want to watch harry potter. i want to watch harry potter. i want to watch harry potter. i want to watch harry potter. i want to watch harry potter. i want to watch harry potter. i want to watch harry potter. i want to watch harry potter. i want to watch harry potter. i want to watch harry potter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get the point? good. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i'll go watch it tomorrow. but that is if i have the time. bleagh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait any longer!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i sound obsessed, that i know. but i really, really, want to watch it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went to salvation army today. it was ok- the allocated task was tagging books. however, emily fell ill halfway through and she had to go to the toilet numerous times, trying to puke and all that. haha. had to hail a cab for her after that. get well soon. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon after, i developed a splitting migraine. bah. it lasted till late afternoon, and it was sheer agony at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to junction 8 for lunch at mos burger. then, we (sav, me, diana) prowled the shops. we went to MPH, and, making a mental list, i discovered that i want to buy a total of &lt;u&gt;12&lt;/u&gt; books. yes, 12. i dont know where im gonna obtain the money from, since im currently saving up for an acoustic guitar. there's a cheap one at junction 8- approximately $169. i think i shall get that. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home at around 3 plus, slouched on my bed and started reading harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban. fell asleep after reading about one quarter of the book as my headache was about to kill me there and then. woke up at 5 plus and started to panic real badly as i thought that it was already saturday and i had overslept badly. then, i realised what a foolish twat i was after discovering that it was &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; friday. yep. x_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. went to thomson plaza to eat. i could only stomach fish congee as i was feeling rather poorly. my mother told me that i was running a temperature and reprimanded me for not having enough sleep. so now she's forcing me to sleep at 9.30 tonight. -_-" gah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. have to sleep in an hour. im not in the least sleepy, after the two hour power nap in the afternoon. ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i end my daily ritual of blogging, for i have not bathed. (i bathed once in the morning, relax). sayonara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont treat me differently, treat me just the same. &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/6680908-108635289604193314?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108635289604193314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108635289604193314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108635289604193314' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108626486449299326</id><published>2004-06-03T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T20:23:09.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but the very next day you gave it away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I gave you my heart&lt;br /&gt;But the very next day you gave it away&lt;br /&gt;This year&lt;br /&gt;To save me from tears&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it to someone special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I gave you my heart&lt;br /&gt;But the very next day you gave it away&lt;br /&gt;This year&lt;br /&gt;To save me from tears&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it to someone special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once bitten and twice shy&lt;br /&gt;I keep my distance&lt;br /&gt;But you still catch my eye&lt;br /&gt;Tll me baby&lt;br /&gt;Do you recognize me ?&lt;br /&gt;Well&lt;br /&gt;It's been a year&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't surprise me&lt;br /&gt;(Happy Christmas)&lt;br /&gt;I wrapped it up and sent it&lt;br /&gt;With a note saying "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;I meant it&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what a fool I've been&lt;br /&gt;But if you kissed me now&lt;br /&gt;I know you'd fool me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I gave you my heart&lt;br /&gt;But the very next day you gave it away&lt;br /&gt;This year&lt;br /&gt;To save me from tears&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it to someone special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crowded room&lt;br /&gt;Friends with tired eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm hiding from you&lt;br /&gt;And your soul of ice&lt;br /&gt;My god I thought you were&lt;br /&gt;Someone to rely on&lt;br /&gt;Me ?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was a shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A face on a lover with a fire in his heart&lt;br /&gt;A man under cover but you tore me apart&lt;br /&gt;Now I've found a real love you'll never fool me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I gave you my heart&lt;br /&gt;But the very next day you gave it away&lt;br /&gt;This year&lt;br /&gt;To save me from tears&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it to someone special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I gave you my heart&lt;br /&gt;But the very next day you gave it away&lt;br /&gt;This year&lt;br /&gt;To save me from tears&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it to someone special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A face on a lover with a fire in his heart&lt;br /&gt;A man under cover buy you tore him apart&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next year I'll give it to someone&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it to someone special. &lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I gave you my heart&lt;br /&gt;But the very next day you gave it away&lt;br /&gt;This year&lt;br /&gt;To save me from tears&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it to someone special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I gave you my heart&lt;br /&gt;But the very next day you gave it away&lt;br /&gt;This year&lt;br /&gt;To save me from tears&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it to someone special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once bitten and twice shy&lt;br /&gt;I keep my distance&lt;br /&gt;But you still catch my eye&lt;br /&gt;Tll me baby&lt;br /&gt;Do you recognize me ?&lt;br /&gt;Well&lt;br /&gt;It's been a year&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't surprise me&lt;br /&gt;(Happy Christmas)&lt;br /&gt;I wrapped it up and sent it&lt;br /&gt;With a note saying "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;I meant it&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what a fool I've been&lt;br /&gt;But if you kissed me now&lt;br /&gt;I know you'd fool me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I gave you my heart&lt;br /&gt;But the very next day you gave it away&lt;br /&gt;This year&lt;br /&gt;To save me from tears&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it to someone special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crowded room&lt;br /&gt;Friends with tired eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm hiding from you&lt;br /&gt;And your soul of ice&lt;br /&gt;My god I thought you were&lt;br /&gt;Someone to rely on&lt;br /&gt;Me ?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was a shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A face on a lover with a fire in his heart&lt;br /&gt;A man under cover but you tore me apart&lt;br /&gt;Now I've found a real love you'll never fool me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I gave you my heart&lt;br /&gt;But the very next day you gave it away&lt;br /&gt;This year&lt;br /&gt;To save me from tears&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it to someone special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I gave you my heart&lt;br /&gt;But the very next day you gave it away&lt;br /&gt;This year&lt;br /&gt;To save me from tears&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it to someone special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A face on a lover with a fire in his heart&lt;br /&gt;A man under cover buy you tore him apart&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next year I'll give it to someone&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it to someone special. &lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I gave you my heart&lt;br /&gt;But the very next day you gave it away&lt;br /&gt;This year&lt;br /&gt;To save me from tears&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it to someone special &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it isnt christmas yet. but, ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up real early today as i figured that i would take about half an hour to put on the prefect's uniform. boy, was i wrong. i took 45 minutes instead. in conclusion, i was real late and savie had to wait for 15 minutes at the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was really torturous. and i mean it. my skirt was so bloody short and the court shoes were so bloody blister-inducing! i had no choice but to try and balance precariously on court shoes will having to take minimal steps in the bloody skirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we reached there at around 8 but the freaking judges did not arrive till almost noon. what the hell. i could not tolerate the courtshoes, therefore, i stood behind the table and removed them. (: i had no choice, really. my feet were killing me and the court shoes were not better than hell. not that ive been to hell anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it was our turn to present, the judges were like, not focusing as they were &lt;em&gt;hungry&lt;/em&gt;. yes, hungry. they were in a real hurry to finish everything and our presentation did not last for more than five minutes. damn them. and they gave us a frigging 6 for every category. -_-" the school beside us (bukit view) had like a 7, 8, 8 and 10 when we had straight sixes. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah. stef spoilt her friend's court shoes - the entire sole was like falling apart. haha. and now she's so worried about having to pay her friend back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we left after grabbing a quick bite, demoralised and dejected. our hopes were like, dashed, after finding out our scores. i hardly think we'll win anything. everyone's real disappointed. but ah well, there's still a glimmer of hope, i guess. -crosses fingers and prays-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to school in mrs chu's car and i really knocked off. i slept till my head was like almost on mrs chu's shoulder. arh. so mortifying. i was so exhausted upon reaching the arc room and attempted to take a nap, but the weather was too stifling hot. so, we dragged our lethargic bodies to the basketball court and played some feeble basketball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sav, briana and i only played for around half an hour when we decided to go to the arcade. (me, sav, emily, grace yow, stef) yup. played for a while. wanted to play more but, unfortunately, we were all dead broke. so, stef and emily left whilst me, sav and grsce went to macs. i was flat broke, so i used my ezlink card to purchase a waffle cone! yum. hahaha. i seem to be addicted to macs chocolate waffle cones lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yup, i just had dinner- rice takeaway. did not have much of an appetite, after the waffle cone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reflections about GEP:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the whole journey was pretty fun, what with the encounters with the assholic security guard and all. however, i realised that some people are not what i made them out to be. but we all had a good time, that im pretty sure of. especially bitching about the security guard, and all the staying-back-lates, and the minor arguments, and all the laughing and crapping. i guess what matters most is the journey, not the destination. but it is always really rewarding when you get something in the end. (haha, greedy old me) i'd like to relive the preperation days again; somehow, life is empty and stuff after this competition. i can sincerely say that ive enjoyed this a whole lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its true, life is empty without the hectic and frantic preperation days. ah well. there's always saturday. and the nyaa camp to look forward to. i cant wait! but i dont know who im grouped with. but it wall be fun and exhilirating all the same.&lt;br /&gt;cant wait cant wait cant wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. is mr tan serious about the movie celebration? i badly want to watch harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban as well as shrek 2! but i want to watch the former first. im addicted to the harry potter series. ive heard that shrek 2 is real cool too. ah well, shall try to find a free day to watch them all! which i hope will be pretty soon. the wait is quite excruciating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. really bored now. i cant be bothered to do my homework . stephens is really off her rocker. i cant possibly do one analysis a day, i simply have no time. and there's the leaf reflection thingy too. and what with the math homework and all, my holidays would not be too enjoyable! it would be jam-packed with homework. what's more, i have portugal training and stuff. good god. cant she be less selfish? we are too stressed and homework is yet another burden. bleagh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall pack my room later. it looks like the wake of a tornado's mass destruction. no, im not kidding, honestly! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise that i use the work honestly a lot. dont ya think? and i say ouch a lot too, especially when im laughing. weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well, typed a lot already. shall stop here now. congratulations to you for reading to the last fullstop! &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/6680908-108626486449299326?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108626486449299326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108626486449299326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108626486449299326' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108617488187743034</id><published>2004-06-02T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T19:21:23.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you've got me suspended motionless in time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Fastball-You're an ocean]&lt;br /&gt;Can you make it easier for me to understand,&lt;br /&gt;How you're holding my heart, in your trembling hands...&lt;br /&gt;Eyes that rise to meet me half way up among the stars,&lt;br /&gt;You may be from Venus but I'm definitely not from Mars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're An Ocean, You're An Ocean&lt;br /&gt;Settle Down, Settle Down,&lt;br /&gt;What's the commotion,&lt;br /&gt;I'm an island, but you're an ocean,&lt;br /&gt;It's a stormy sea of love and emotion,&lt;br /&gt;You've got me suspended motionless in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make the warm winds circle round my head just like you do,&lt;br /&gt;If I could do it, I'd be doing it to you,&lt;br /&gt;I believe I'd buy whatever you would sell to me,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in my life ever came with a guarantee,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're An Ocean, You're An Ocean&lt;br /&gt;Settle Down, Settle Down,&lt;br /&gt;What's the commotion,&lt;br /&gt;I'm an island, but you're an ocean,&lt;br /&gt;It's a stormy sea of love and emotion,&lt;br /&gt;You've got me suspended motionless in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I'd buy whatever you would sell to me,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in my life ever came with a guarantee,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're An Ocean, You're An Ocean&lt;br /&gt;Settle Down, Settle Down,&lt;br /&gt;What's the commotion,&lt;br /&gt;I'm an island, but you're an ocean,&lt;br /&gt;It's a stormy sea of love and emotion,&lt;br /&gt;You've got me suspended motionless in time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is D-day. the day that i have to don a skirt. someone please shoot me to put me out of my misery. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can totally imagine myself tottering about on high-heeled shoes and walking like an injured duck in the oh-so-short skirt. bleagh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. we reached school at approximately 7.30 to find that only the back gate was open. so, when savie and diana tried to go in, the security guard appeared, half-clothed and shaving, to chase us away. bastard! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we submitted the model today. it turned out that we were the only ones who construct a three-tiered model. i think we stand a good chance, but i thought that rulang's model was rather good. it was small but it was certainly colourful and eye-catching. the auditorium was also freezingly cold! thank god we have a blazer tomorrow,, if not, you will see me covered in sheets of ice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stefhani quek the bodoh! we were supposed to take a picture in front of the model and we were all squatting down. then she had to lose her balance and fall, dragging me along. my butt hit the floor whilst hers hit the table and the el started shaking valiantly, causing the career school to drop off. and, predictably, the school broke into a million pieces. stef says she'll be more careful tomorrow. we'll see, eh, stef? (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we went back to school in mr tan's car. his car is really cool but unfortunately, his driving isnt the best. sorry! i felt ill and nauseous throughout the entire journey. )x anyway, we left the ARC room as quickly as we could for fear that the retarded security guard would chase us out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to toa payoh central to eat and had to lug a lot of stuff along. then, we proceeded to emily's house to fix up the career school and complete our presentation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here i am. typing away. hiccupping non stop for the third time today. blah. shall go fetch some water. &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/6680908-108617488187743034?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108617488187743034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108617488187743034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108617488187743034' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108610253344898117</id><published>2004-06-01T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T19:19:59.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cause everybody's after love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So she said what's the problem baby&lt;br /&gt;What's the problem I don't know &lt;br /&gt;Well maybe I'm in love (love) &lt;br /&gt;Think about it every time&lt;br /&gt;I think about it&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop thinking 'bout it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much longer will it take to cure this&lt;br /&gt;Just to cure it cause I can't ignore it if it's love (love) &lt;br /&gt;Makes me wanna turn around and face me but I don't know nothing 'bout love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on &lt;br /&gt;Turn a little faster&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on &lt;br /&gt;The world will follow after&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on &lt;br /&gt;Cause everybody's after love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said I'm a snowball running &lt;br /&gt;Running down into the spring that's coming all this love &lt;br /&gt;Melting under blue skies &lt;br /&gt;Belting out sunlight &lt;br /&gt;Shimmering love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well baby I surrender &lt;br /&gt;To the strawberry ice cream&lt;br /&gt;Never ever end of all this love&lt;br /&gt;Well I didn't mean to do it &lt;br /&gt;But there's no escaping your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These lines of lightning &lt;br /&gt;Mean we're never alone, &lt;br /&gt;Never alone, no, no &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, Come on&lt;br /&gt;Move a little closer &lt;br /&gt;Come on, Come on&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear you whisper&lt;br /&gt;Come on, Come on &lt;br /&gt;Settle down inside my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on &lt;br /&gt;Jump a little higher&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;If you feel a little lighter&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on &lt;br /&gt;We were once&lt;br /&gt;Upon a time in love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're accidentally in love &lt;br /&gt;Accidentally in love (x7) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm In Love, I'm in Love, &lt;br /&gt;I'm in Love, I'm in Love, &lt;br /&gt;I'm in Love, I'm in Love,&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally (X 2) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;Spin a little tighter&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on &lt;br /&gt;And the world's a little brighter&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on &lt;br /&gt;Just get yourself inside her &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ...I'm in love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was real hectic as we had to complete the model. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, we had the portugal training in the morning and my brain nearly exploded when mr alex drilled us on the use of containers. its really confusing and, whats more, the program would simply not work even after everything was completed. it really tested my patience to the limits. and to rub salt into the wound, i developed a splitting headache which would not subside until after lunch. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, when it was approaching approximately five plus, we turned off all the lights and brought our shoes in, as the assholic security guard would usually pay us his daily visit. -sweatdrop- then, we had to go to st raphaels in order to pass some materials to mr tan to print. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr tan saw a ghost! or so he claims. it was dusk and the building was virtually deserted. suddenly, he saw a shaodw of someone in the window and as the window was almost opaque, that meant that it had to be a reflection of someone in the room. however, there was no one except us. so, it was really freaky!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we were in the general office and were talking about the security poking his bulbous nose around the door when mr tans face suddenly appeared. we screeched in apparent shock. it was real funny. oh yah, the security guard threatened to call the principal in a bid to chase us out of the school. but do i care? nah. he really has no life. assholic git. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. we left the school at around 8.45 after printing the stuff. i went to thomson plaza for dinner as i wanted to buy the da vinci code. unfortunately, there wasnt any stock. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. that's about it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-108610253344898117?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108610253344898117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108610253344898117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108610253344898117' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108609669765207028</id><published>2004-06-01T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T21:31:37.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday we'll know if love can move a mountain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ninety miles outside Chicago &lt;br /&gt;can't stop driving I don't know why &lt;br /&gt;So many questions, That need an answer &lt;br /&gt;Two years later, you're still on my mind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to Amelia Earhart&lt;br /&gt;Who holds the stars up in the sky &lt;br /&gt;Is true love just once in a lifetime &lt;br /&gt;Did the captain of the Titanic cry? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll know &lt;br /&gt;If love can move a mountain &lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll know &lt;br /&gt;Why the sky is blue &lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll know why I wasn't meant for you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody know the way to Atlantis? &lt;br /&gt;What the wind says when she cries? &lt;br /&gt;I'm speeding by the place that I met you &lt;br /&gt;For the ninety-seventh time, tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll know &lt;br /&gt;If love can move a mountain &lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll know &lt;br /&gt;Why the sky is blue &lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll know &lt;br /&gt;Why I wasn't meant for you &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll know &lt;br /&gt;Why Samson loved Delilah &lt;br /&gt;One day I'll go &lt;br /&gt;Dancing on the moon &lt;br /&gt;Someday you'll know that I was the one for you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a ticket to the end of the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Watch the stars crash in the sea &lt;br /&gt;If I could ask God just one question &lt;br /&gt;Why aren't you here with me, tonight? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll know &lt;br /&gt;If love can move a mountain &lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll know &lt;br /&gt;Why the sky is blue &lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll know why I wasn't meant for you &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll know &lt;br /&gt;Why Samson loved Delilah &lt;br /&gt;One day I'll go &lt;br /&gt;Dancing on the moon &lt;br /&gt;Someday you'll know that I was the one for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love that song (Someday we will know by Mandy Moore and Shane West)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-108609669765207028?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108609669765207028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108609669765207028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108609669765207028' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108601362135589510</id><published>2004-05-31T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T22:28:33.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;did you fall for a shooting star&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now that she's back in the atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;She acts like summer and walks like rain&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me that there's time to change, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;Since the return from her stay on the moon&lt;br /&gt;She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me did you sail across the sun&lt;br /&gt;Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded&lt;br /&gt;And that heaven is overrated &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;One without a permanent scar&lt;br /&gt;And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that she's back from that soul vacation&lt;br /&gt;Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;She checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me that there's room to grow, hey, hey &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that she's back in the atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that she might think of me as plain ol' Jane&lt;br /&gt;Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet&lt;br /&gt;Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day&lt;br /&gt;And head back to the Milky Way&lt;br /&gt;And tell me, did Venus blow your mind&lt;br /&gt;Was it everything you wanted to find&lt;br /&gt;And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend always sticking up for you even when I know you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone conversation&lt;br /&gt;The best soy latte that you ever had . . . and me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet&lt;br /&gt;Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day&lt;br /&gt;And head back toward the Milky Way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat 1st Chorus]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am in dire need of cash. $_$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to somehow save up a grand total of $194 by perhaps mid-june? ahhh. why? im saving up for an acoustic guitar. i currently have less than a hundred bucks in my piggy bank. sigh. &lt;em&gt;i believe in miracles...... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i am going to wear a skirt. yes, you heard that right. dont stare in shock with your mouth hanging open at your computer screen. (a fly may go in) i have no choice. bleagh. its for the GEP presentation thingy. thursday will be the most uncomfortable day of my life. no, seriously. ))): i expect a camera crew will be tailing me the entire thursday, and friday's headlines will be something along the lines of "delle wears a skirt at last". nah, just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, does anyone have a smattering of a clue on who the new liverpool manager will be? even if its just plain speculation, be sure to tell me! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah. the internal games were real fun. although effervescence didnt win anything, it was still really cool. haha. although we were given a really limited time to complete the robot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, my level position was really terrible. i, even, was amazed. i asked xie lao shi and she told me that those who failed their chinese will immediately be banished to the bottom. now, that is really unjust! my average wasnt all that bad. 68.7. if they do this for streaming, i may as well be resigned to the last class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really upset with my results - science was a great disappointment. bah. i only had three A1s - english, art and history. yes, art. i couldnt believe it myself. bwahahaha. it was almost like watching the sun rise from the west. i missed an A2 by o.7 for literature! gahhh. that was horribly frustrating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, lets stop all talk about results. although some people did so well. -stares suggestively at a certain someone with the initials of jn-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=FFFFFF&gt;you said you will be there when i break. but where are you now?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-108601362135589510?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108601362135589510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108601362135589510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108601362135589510' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108575444161823364</id><published>2004-05-28T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T22:27:21.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wont watch my life crashing down on me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ronan: Four o’clock in the morning&lt;br /&gt;My mind’s filled with a thousand thoughts of you&lt;br /&gt;And how you left without warning&lt;br /&gt;But lookin’ back I’m sure ya tried to talk it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LeAnn: Now I see it so clearly&lt;br /&gt;We’re together but living separate lives&lt;br /&gt;Ronan: So I wanna tell you I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can’t find the words&lt;br /&gt;But if I could&lt;br /&gt;Then you know I would yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Both: No I won’t let go, know what we can be&lt;br /&gt;I won’t watch my life crashin’ down on me&lt;br /&gt;Guess I had it all right there before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Ronan: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Girl I’m sorry now, you were the last thing on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LeAnn: You carried me like a river&lt;br /&gt;How far we’ve come still surprises me&lt;br /&gt;Ronan: And now I look in the mirror &lt;br /&gt;LeAnn: Look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Ronan: Starin’ back is the man I used to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both: Be with you&lt;br /&gt;How I long for you&lt;br /&gt;Ronan: Yeah-yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both: No I won’t let go, know what we can be&lt;br /&gt;I won’t watch my life crashin’ down on me&lt;br /&gt;Guess I had it all right there before my eyes, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Ronan: Girl I’m sorry now, you were the last thing on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronan: Girl I’m sorry (girl I’m sorry) &lt;br /&gt;I was wrong (I was wrong)&lt;br /&gt;Both: Could’ve been there (could’ve been there)&lt;br /&gt;Ronan: Shoulda been so strong&lt;br /&gt;So I’m sorry &lt;br /&gt;LeAnn: Ooh ooh &lt;br /&gt;Ronan: Woah-woah-woah-woah.. &lt;br /&gt;LeAnn: Woah-woah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both: No I won’t let go, know what we can be&lt;br /&gt;I won’t watch my life crashin’ down on me&lt;br /&gt;Guess I had it all right there before my eyes, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Ronan: Girl I’m sorry now &lt;br /&gt;LeAnn: Oh I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;Ronan: You were the last thing &lt;br /&gt;Both: On my mind (on my mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both: I won’t watch my life crashin’ down on me&lt;br /&gt;Guess I had it all right there before my eyes, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Ronan: Girl I’m sorry now, you were the last thing &lt;br /&gt;On my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my mind (on my mind)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah. life is real hectic, what with the competition only a mere five days away. ): we desperately need more time. bleagh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the model looks rather amatuerish, in my opinion. but we do not have sufficient time to make improvements, so all we can do right now is to work on our presentation and add a few trinkets and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. lets all cross fingers and pray real hard that we wont stumble at the finishing line- that will be approximately two months of slogging and hard work down the drain. -duly crosses fingers-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, its the internal games tomorrow. im really hyped up about it, although i dont think that effervescence will do very well, primarily because we are not that skilled in the technical area. however, it would make good experience for our team and enable us to *bond* more. [we desperately need glue, no, seriously]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise that my entries are getting shorter and shorter these days. hmm. im relatively busy, i guess. anyway, i'd rather it be hectic as compared to placid and mundane.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder, sometimes, who are the people who will help you place your battered train back onto the tracks of life and get you all chugging again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-108575444161823364?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108575444161823364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108575444161823364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108575444161823364' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108567063695062593</id><published>2004-05-27T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T23:10:36.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;waiting for the tomorrows of my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im listening to 98.7 now. honestly, i cant tolerate how jamie yeo pronounces the rasmus. she pronounces it as "the ras-mers" when, in actual fact, its "the res-moose". i know the latter sounds pretty weird, but that's the way it is. im a crazed perfectionist. well, at least most of the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today's cross country activity was fun. l learnt loadsa things. for example, how to play violently whilst participating in boomerang/frisbee matches and the perfect way of kicking people in the ankles whilst playing soccer. ah well, it was fun all the same. the soccer sector was fun, except that they just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to use a rugby ball instead of a soccer one. the result? a match punctuated by many tussles and howls of pain as the erratically bouncing rugby ball comes in harsh contact with somebody's limbs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we mostly slacked in class after the activity. i really regret not bringing a book to read. i ended up playing the word game, which is real hard to explain, so i wont bother to explain it to imbeciles like you. nah, just kidding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep using the word fun. this shows how limited my vocabulary is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, mrs stephens has lost her marbles. she gave us a ton of homework, for instance, 29 reports on newspaper articles! and she said that we have to use foreign newspapers if we go overseas. ye gods, i shall give her an entire portugese newspaper and leave her to decipher it herself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, this june isnt much of a holiday at all, what with the truckloads of homework the sadistic teachers are piling on us. bah, humbug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, mr samuel treated us to canadian pizza! thank you, mr samuel! i was practically famished and he came to the rescue by ordering three boxes of pizza for us. needless to say, im really grateful and thankful. *yum*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well. went to crystal jade for dinner with my family as my father's leaving for china tomorrow, for a little jaunt. i ate and ate and ate, till i was fit to burst. simply scrumptious, all the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. gonna sleep soon. im really overome with fatigue. in desperate need of some sleep. thats why im not attending mass tomorrow. even when the church is almost beside my house. hah. (:&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/6680908-108567063695062593?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108567063695062593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108567063695062593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108567063695062593' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108566672166478859</id><published>2004-05-27T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T22:05:21.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think id better leave right now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im here &lt;br /&gt;Just like I said &lt;br /&gt;Though its breaking every rule I've ever made &lt;br /&gt;My racin' heart &lt;br /&gt;Is just the same &lt;br /&gt;Why make it strong to break it once again? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd love to say I do &lt;br /&gt;Give everything to you &lt;br /&gt;But I can never now be true &lt;br /&gt;So I say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd better leave right now &lt;br /&gt;Before I fall any deeper &lt;br /&gt;I think I'd better leave ri-ight no-oow &lt;br /&gt;Feelin' weaker and weaker &lt;br /&gt;Somebody better show me how &lt;br /&gt;Before I fall any deeper &lt;br /&gt;I think I'd better leave right now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here &lt;br /&gt;So please explain &lt;br /&gt;Why you're openin' up a healin' wound aga-ain &lt;br /&gt;I'm a little more careful &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it shows &lt;br /&gt;But if I lose the highs, at least I'm spared the lows &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I tremble in your ar-arms &lt;br /&gt;What could be the ha-arm &lt;br /&gt;To feel my spirit calm &lt;br /&gt;So I say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd better leave right now &lt;br /&gt;Before I fall any deeper &lt;br /&gt;I think I'd better leave ri-ight no-oow &lt;br /&gt;Feelin' weaker and weaker &lt;br /&gt;Somebody better show me how &lt;br /&gt;Before I fall any deeper &lt;br /&gt;I think I'd better leave right now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t know ho-oow to say &lt;br /&gt;How good it feels seeing you today &lt;br /&gt;I see you’ve got your smile back &lt;br /&gt;Now you say your right on track &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you may never know why &lt;br /&gt;Once bitten twice is shy &lt;br /&gt;If I’m proud perhaps I should explain &lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t bear to loose you again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm mmm mmm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd better leave right now &lt;br /&gt;Before I fall any deeper &lt;br /&gt;I think I'd better leave ri-ight no-oow &lt;br /&gt;Feelin' weaker and weaker &lt;br /&gt;Somebody better show me how &lt;br /&gt;Before I fall any deeper &lt;br /&gt;I think I'd better leave right no-ow &lt;br /&gt;Yes I will &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd better leave right now im&lt;br /&gt;Before I fall any deeper &lt;br /&gt;I think I'd better leave ri-ight no-oow &lt;br /&gt;Feelin' weaker and weaker &lt;br /&gt;Somebody better show me how &lt;br /&gt;Before I fall any deeper &lt;br /&gt;I think I'd better leave right now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im stupid. &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/6680908-108566672166478859?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108566672166478859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108566672166478859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108566672166478859' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108541036075319481</id><published>2004-05-24T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T22:52:40.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll never let you go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Woo&lt;br /&gt;There's every good reason for letting you go &lt;br /&gt;She's sneaky and smoked out &lt;br /&gt;And it's starting to show &lt;br /&gt;I'll never let you go &lt;br /&gt;I'll never let you go &lt;br /&gt;I never let you go &lt;br /&gt;I never let you turn around, your back on each other &lt;br /&gt;That's a good idea, break a promise to your mother &lt;br /&gt;Turn around your back on each other &lt;br /&gt;You say that i've changed&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe I did&lt;br /&gt;But even if I've changed&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with it&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;I never let you go&lt;br /&gt;I never let you turn around, your back on each other &lt;br /&gt;That's a good idea, break a promise to your mother &lt;br /&gt;Turn around your back on each other&lt;br /&gt;And our friends are gone and gone&lt;br /&gt;And all the time moves on and on&lt;br /&gt;And all I know is it's wrong, it's wrong&lt;br /&gt;And all I know is it's wrong, it's wrong, it's wrong, it's wrong, it's wrong&lt;br /&gt;If there's a reason, it's lost on me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'llbe friends, I guess we'll see&lt;br /&gt;I never let you go&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let you go &lt;br /&gt;I'll never let you go &lt;br /&gt;I never let you go &lt;br /&gt;Turn around, your back on each other &lt;br /&gt;It's a good idea, break a promise to your mother &lt;br /&gt;Turn around let's turn on each other &lt;br /&gt;Good idea, break a promise to your mother &lt;br /&gt;Turn around your back on each other &lt;br /&gt;That's a good idea, break a promise to your mother &lt;br /&gt;Turn around your back on each other &lt;br /&gt;What a good idea...&lt;br /&gt;I remember the stupid things, the mood rings, the bracelets and the beads&lt;br /&gt;Nickels and dimes, yours and mine, did you cash in all your dreams&lt;br /&gt;You don't dream for me, no, (goodbye, goodbye) you don't dream for me, no &lt;br /&gt;But I still feel you pulse like sonar from the days in the waves&lt;br /&gt;That girl is like a sunburn&lt;br /&gt;I would like to say &lt;br /&gt;The girl is like a sunburn &lt;br /&gt;I would like to say &lt;br /&gt;She's like a sunburn&lt;br /&gt;(She's like a sunburn)&lt;br /&gt;She's like a sunburn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life. sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah, actually, my results suck. they stink so bad, i can smell them from a mile away. honestly, they are simply atrocious. i only have two pathetic A1s! bleagh. and i have so many Bs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;literature really let me down. argh. i did so badly for the set text section. )x and science really disappointed me as i did not expect to receive such low grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i expect too much of myself. perhaps my aspirations far exceed my capabilities. not that i have much to speak of anyway. sigh. im resigned to my own stupidity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DG will probably call my parents up and complain about how bad a student i am. gah. fine. i hate her, i really do. i wouldnt care tuppence if she vanished from the face of this earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. i shall stop whining and give you some peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arc today was fun. (: i went bonkers, god knows why. laughed like a deranged maniac. that was probably because i was in depression over my results and my spirits couldnt ebb any lower. however, not much was accomplished as the light sensor is totally cuckoo. we are currently experimenting with a new and...ahem, interesting way of line tracing. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. that's about it. and yah, my parents fetched savie and grace to J8. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why i dutifully record my day's activities here, but i do, and that's all that matters. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-108541036075319481?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108541036075319481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108541036075319481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108541036075319481' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108523325655175757</id><published>2004-05-22T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T21:40:56.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dont wanna hear you tell me everything is wonderful now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey, ain't life wonderful? Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful... Isn't it wonderful now?&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes when I get too sad&lt;br /&gt;I think thoughts that I know are bad&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes and I count to ten&lt;br /&gt;Hope it's over when I open them&lt;br /&gt;I want the things that I had before&lt;br /&gt;Like a Star Wars poster on my bedroom door&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could count to ten&lt;br /&gt;Make everything be wonderful again&lt;br /&gt;Hope my mom and I hope my dad&lt;br /&gt;Will figure out why they get so mad&lt;br /&gt;Hear them scream, I hear them fight&lt;br /&gt;They say bad words that make me wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes when I go to bed&lt;br /&gt;And I dream of angels who make me smile&lt;br /&gt;I feel better when I hear them say&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be wonderful someday&lt;br /&gt;Promises mean everything when you're little&lt;br /&gt;And the world's so big&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand how&lt;br /&gt;You can smile with all those tears in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Tell me everything is wonderful now&lt;br /&gt;Please don't tell me everything is wonderful now&lt;br /&gt;I go to school and I run and play&lt;br /&gt;I tell the kids that it's all okay&lt;br /&gt;I laugh aloud so my friends won't know&lt;br /&gt;When the bell rings I just don't wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Go to my room and I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I make believe that I have a new life&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe you when you say&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be wonderful someday&lt;br /&gt;Promises mean everything when you're little&lt;br /&gt;And the world is so big&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand how&lt;br /&gt;You can smile with all those tears in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me everything is wonderful now&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't wanna hear you tell me everything is wonderful now&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't wanna hear you tell me everything is wonderful now&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hear you say&lt;br /&gt;That I will understand someday&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, no&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hear you say&lt;br /&gt;You both have grown in a different way&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, no&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna meet your friends&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna start over again&lt;br /&gt;I just want my life to be the same&lt;br /&gt;Just like it used to be&lt;br /&gt;Some days I hate everything&lt;br /&gt;I hate everything&lt;br /&gt;Everyone and everything&lt;br /&gt;Please don't tell me everything is wonderful now...&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hear you tell me everything is wonderful now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the walkathon was boring. )X tiring too. bleagh. my sweat succumbed to gravity and i was practically dripping like a tap. the rain during the presentation ceremony wasnt much of a help either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh let me boast a little: i managed to accomplish the soccer game on my first attempt! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha ok ok , my skin is so thick a bullet wouldnt be able to penetrate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. went toa payoh to eat with briana, emily and mel hong. walked around for a little while and returned to school for the GEP project. worked till approximately four and the boat can work! -prances around- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. thats about it. another boring day in my boring life.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-108523325655175757?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108523325655175757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108523325655175757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108523325655175757' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108514946539686225</id><published>2004-05-21T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T22:52:44.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so im counting the tears till i get over you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everytime I feel alone &lt;br /&gt;I can blame it on you &lt;br /&gt;And I do - oh &lt;br /&gt;You got me like a loaded gun &lt;br /&gt;Golden sun, and a sky so blue &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both know &lt;br /&gt;That we won't let it &lt;br /&gt;And we both want &lt;br /&gt;You left me, no choice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just bring me down &lt;br /&gt;So I'm counting the tears &lt;br /&gt;Till I get over you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I watch the world get by &lt;br /&gt;I wonder what it's like &lt;br /&gt;To wake up every single day &lt;br /&gt;Smile on your face &lt;br /&gt;You never try &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both know &lt;br /&gt;We can't change it &lt;br /&gt;But we both know &lt;br /&gt;We'll just have to face it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just bring me down &lt;br /&gt;So I'm counting the tears &lt;br /&gt;Till I get over you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only if I could give you &lt;br /&gt;Would I want to let off &lt;br /&gt;From this soap opera, baby &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both know &lt;br /&gt;We won't let &lt;br /&gt;But we both know &lt;br /&gt;You left me - no choice &lt;br /&gt;You just bring me down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm counting the tears &lt;br /&gt;Till I get over you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me vent my anger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faghte;ybv'thtrhnjkgfnfg'dgxhngfhnogfhn&lt;br /&gt;jgkihnflhnfkjhnfkjrngdhjgnh;gnjh;glkhngl;&lt;br /&gt;kjhng;lhng;kljhnglkhnglkhngkl'hngflkjsggbh&lt;br /&gt;gfjh'gfjhg'ohjghnmgkl'jhnglk'hnst'hjtorhnrbklgnhj'tenhtophntropn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleagh. i hate chinese. forever and ever. i failed it. not surprising huh. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other subjects were pretty okay i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no mood to blog now. &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/6680908-108514946539686225?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108514946539686225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108514946539686225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108514946539686225' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108505951644319017</id><published>2004-05-20T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T21:25:16.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she makes me think of lightning in skies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Intro - Pharrell Williams]&lt;br /&gt;Shake it up.. shake it up girl&lt;br /&gt;Shake it up.. bass&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Shake it up.. shake it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse - Pharrell Williams] (Shae)&lt;br /&gt;She makes me think of lightnin' in skies&lt;br /&gt;(Her name) She's sexy!!&lt;br /&gt;How else is god s'possed to write&lt;br /&gt;(Her name) She's sexy!!&lt;br /&gt;Move, she wants to move&lt;br /&gt;But you're hoggin her, you're guarding her&lt;br /&gt;She wants to move (she wants to move)&lt;br /&gt;She wants to move (she wants to move)&lt;br /&gt;But you're hogging her, you're guarding her (damn!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus - Pharrell Williams] (Shae)&lt;br /&gt;Mister! Look at your girl, she loves it!&lt;br /&gt;(Look at her) I can see it in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;She (come here babe) hopes this'll last forever, Hey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse - Pharrell Williams] (Shae)&lt;br /&gt;Her off beat dance makes me fantasize&lt;br /&gt;(Her curves) She's sexy!!&lt;br /&gt;Her ass is a spaceship I want to ride {*sound effect*}&lt;br /&gt;(Her ass) She's sexy!!&lt;br /&gt;Move, she wants to move&lt;br /&gt;But you're hogging her, you're guarding her&lt;br /&gt;She wants to move (she wants to move)&lt;br /&gt;She wants to move (she wants to move)&lt;br /&gt;But you're hogging her, you're guarding her (beat it!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus - Pharrell Williams] (Shae)&lt;br /&gt;Mister! Look at your girl, she loves it!&lt;br /&gt;(I know you love it girl) I can see it in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;She - hopes this'll last forever (hey) Hey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Interlude/Bridge - Pharrell Williams] (Shae)&lt;br /&gt;Ehh, this is your part girl&lt;br /&gt;Uh, this is your part girl!!&lt;br /&gt;(Move, she wants to move) c'mon!&lt;br /&gt;OWW! (Move, she wants to move) ehh&lt;br /&gt;Man (and move, she wants to move)&lt;br /&gt;(Move, she wants to move)&lt;br /&gt;But you're hogging her, you're guarding her&lt;br /&gt;BEAT IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus - Pharrell Williams] (Shae)&lt;br /&gt;Mister! Look at your girl (damn) she loves it! (Shake it up)&lt;br /&gt;(She loves) I can see it in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;She - hopes this'll last forever, Hey!! c'mon&lt;br /&gt;Mister! Look at your girl (look at your girl) she loves it!&lt;br /&gt;(She wants it) I can see it in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;She - hopes this'll last forever, Hey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Outro - Pharrell Williams] (Shae)&lt;br /&gt;Somebody get us some water in here!&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's HOT!&lt;br /&gt;(Yo why you, why you, why you wit that fool?)&lt;br /&gt;HOT y'all! Hey! Huuuhh!&lt;br /&gt;(I like it when you're wet baby) Ehh &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello. -evil laughter- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was rather mundane, if i may say so. firstly, there was this healthy lifestyle talk thingy, which was pretty ok, i guess. however, the montage was horrid. to me, at least. i had this lasting notion that it was twelve noon then, when it was only nine. and i was in a black mood too. i think i may be suffering from mild schizophrenia. i seem to have running mind games. urgh. ): i also felt that it was three o clock during recess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we had this friendship band making session, conducted by some ladies. (!) yup. it was bloody frustrating. i couldnt not, for the life of me, figure out how to make the "heart-shaped bands" and nearly went mad attempting to. my futile efforts beared no fruit so i gave up and started making my version of a friendship band. it was quit nice, actually. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arc was fun today. im in the rescue mission for the portugal game, together with emily and debby. we spent an entire hour constructing a robot that could move up the ramp and another twenty minutes trying to make it line-trace. my god, we are totally hopeless. from the looks of it, debby nearly died while learning the program. haha. nevertheless, the session was pretty enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, im uber worried for my results. jo teo said that literature and english was done pretty badly. poor results = dead delle. urgh. i cant fail! i cant! bleagh. ): i dont want to be kicked out of arc too. -wails and whines- shucks. i dont feel like going to school tomorrow and receiving my death certificates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleagh. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-108505951644319017?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108505951644319017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108505951644319017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108505951644319017' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108480046683746537</id><published>2004-05-17T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T21:27:46.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;immortality, take it, its yours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;troy rocks! (: that film is really spectacular! watch it and you wont regret it! (except perhaps suffering from an extremely pressured bladder)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went orchard today to catch the film, with olivia, joanne and germ liu. haha. we ate marche too-yum! (: anyway, walked around for a while and met eirene, abigail and hui ting at the heeren, so we took neoprints together. the photos were really mutiliated! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went to the cinema just in time for troy. did i mention that the film is brilliant? ive been interested in greek mythology for the longest time, but this has really heightened my interest. haha. i love the fight scenes and all, but i wish the ending wasnt so tragic. ah well, for those who have not watched the show, i shant spoil it for you. but i cried buckets. -sniff sniff- ah well, its a tragedy after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;troy rocks troy rocks troy rocks. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-108480046683746537?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108480046683746537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108480046683746537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108480046683746537' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108469295781516105</id><published>2004-05-16T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T15:35:57.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dont believe in romeos or heroes anymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We text as we eat&lt;br /&gt;As we listen to the freaks&lt;br /&gt;As we wait for the right of way&lt;br /&gt;We text as we talk&lt;br /&gt;We're running as we walk&lt;br /&gt;Cos we surf our little souls away&lt;br /&gt;We smoke as we choke&lt;br /&gt;As we sink another Coke&lt;br /&gt;And we grin when it blows our mind&lt;br /&gt;We skate as we date&lt;br /&gt;As we slowly suffocate&lt;br /&gt;We're running, we're running, we're running&lt;br /&gt;Out of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life got cold&lt;br /&gt;It happened many years ago&lt;br /&gt;When summer slipped away&lt;br /&gt;So chill now whoa&lt;br /&gt;We've gotten many years to go&lt;br /&gt;So take it day by day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And long ago&lt;br /&gt;I lost my soul&lt;br /&gt;To some forgotten dream and&lt;br /&gt;How was I supposed to know&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't what it seemed&lt;br /&gt;And even though the last hello&lt;br /&gt;Has left me on the floor&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in Romeos or heroes anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend as we lend&lt;br /&gt;Cos we're happy to pretend&lt;br /&gt;Everything's gonna be OK&lt;br /&gt;We shake as we break&lt;br /&gt;Never giv until we take&lt;br /&gt;And we hate when we have to pay&lt;br /&gt;We flirt while we work&lt;br /&gt;To forget about the hurt&lt;br /&gt;And the trash that we left behind&lt;br /&gt;We sink as we swim&lt;br /&gt;The ice is wearing thin&lt;br /&gt;We're running, we're running, we're running&lt;br /&gt;Out of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life got cold&lt;br /&gt;It happened many years ago&lt;br /&gt;When summer slipped away&lt;br /&gt;So chill now whoa&lt;br /&gt;We've gotten many years to go&lt;br /&gt;So take it day by day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And long ago&lt;br /&gt;I lost my soul&lt;br /&gt;To some forgotten dream and&lt;br /&gt;How was I supposed to know&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't what it seemed&lt;br /&gt;And even though the last to low&lt;br /&gt;Has left me on the floor&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in Romeos or heroes anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life got cold&lt;br /&gt;It happened many years ago&lt;br /&gt;When summer slipped away&lt;br /&gt;So chill now whoa&lt;br /&gt;We've gotten many years to go&lt;br /&gt;So take it day by day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And long ago&lt;br /&gt;I lost my soul&lt;br /&gt;To some forgotten dream and&lt;br /&gt;How was I supposed to know&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't what it seemed&lt;br /&gt;And even though the last to low&lt;br /&gt;Has left me on the floor&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in Romeos or heroes anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang. my photohop just committed suicide and died. -biffs computer- but my computer has been resurrected. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was gonna make carmen's layout, but my computer wasnt agreeable, so ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im excited about portugal. (: although it was more expensive then i had expected. i initially thought that it was only about $2500, but it turned out to be over $3000. ah well, my parents are shocked but quite willing, and this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. i feel rather bad though, using money like this. but as i said, its a once in a lifetime sorta thing. (: my father was like telling me not to get lost and all that. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really pleased with my new hi-fi set. -boast boast- haha. it was quite cheap though. (: listening to the radio now. -smirk-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just devoured a torey hayden book. oh my god, i love that book! its about some dysfunctional kids and a real caring teacher yada yada, but it was poignant and touching and all. nice nice! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel majorly guilty about buying two books yesterday. but i couldnt resist the overpowering temptation. (: ah well, shall try to be more thrifty from now on and only splurge on books. oh, and perhaps cds too. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for troy! ahaha. watching it tomorrow. im majorly thankful that tomorrow's a marking day. this means that i can escape from dying goat's evil clutches for yet another day. but im really worried aobut my results. i dont ever want to go near my papers again, not even with a ten-foot stick. double bah. i'll probably be slaughtered if i fail, which is a very high possibility. dont miss me and please come to my funeral, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleagh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-108469295781516105?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108469295781516105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108469295781516105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108469295781516105' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108452590691998338</id><published>2004-05-14T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T17:11:46.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;the water's rising and im slipping under&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Woke up early this mornin' &lt;br /&gt;Made my coffee like I always do &lt;br /&gt;Then it hit me from nowhere &lt;br /&gt;Everything I feel about me and you &lt;br /&gt;The way you kiss me crazily &lt;br /&gt;Baby, you're so amazing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven days and seven nights of thunder &lt;br /&gt;The water's rising and I'm slipping under &lt;br /&gt;I think I fell in love with the eighth world wonder (yeah) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just falling &lt;br /&gt;Deeper into something I've never known (Yeah) &lt;br /&gt;But the way that I'm feeling &lt;br /&gt;Makes me realize that it can't be wrong &lt;br /&gt;Your love's like summer rain &lt;br /&gt;While it's flowing along the way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven days and seven nights of thunder &lt;br /&gt;The water's rising and I'm slipping under &lt;br /&gt;I think I fell in love with the eighth world wonder (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only been a week but &lt;br /&gt;It's more than enough for me &lt;br /&gt;You're making me believe that &lt;br /&gt;You're the one for me (yeah, yeah, oh no, ooh, oh, yeah, yeah) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven days and seven nights of thunder &lt;br /&gt;The water's rising and I'm slipping under &lt;br /&gt;I think I fell in love with the eighth world wonder (yeah, yeah, yeah) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven days and seven nights of thunder &lt;br /&gt;The water's rising and I'm slipping under &lt;br /&gt;I think I fell in love with the eighth world wonder (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven days and seven nights of thunder &lt;br /&gt;The water's rising and I'm slipping under &lt;br /&gt;I think I fell in love with the eighth world wonder (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven days and seven nights of thunder &lt;br /&gt;The water's rising and I'm slipping under &lt;br /&gt;I think I fell in love with the eighth world wonder (yeah, yeah, yeah, hey, oh, yeah) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i shall now blog in detail since my sister's computer has miraculously resurrected. not mine though. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see. history was rather easy, i guess. and my efforts were fruitless. i spent the entire morning memorizing the merger and communists desperately and it eventually did not come out. bah. i thought that the home econs paper was rather silly, although i forgot how to draw the clothing care labels. double bah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. chinese was bad. bad bad bad. -wails- i totally crapped my way through the entire paper. hopefully, i'll pass, with luck. -crosses fingers- coming to think of it, my composition was rather stupid. -shrugs- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;science beguiled me; i expected it to be much more difficult. although ive already lost two marks thanks to my incorrecy counting of atoms. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;literature was pretty easy too. (: i wrote like 15 sides?! i thought that my arm would just die or something. but ive got biceps now, thanks to that. -grins smugly- nah, just joking. my aarm is still as flabby as ever. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths was bad. not very bad, but bad all the same. thank god there wasnt much algebra. but it was still bad, if you get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, the exams were rather average. but anyhow, i still think that i'll fail chinese and get a very low position in class. how sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today was fun. (: germ liu, germ gan, olivia and i went to junction eight for lunch. i bought a tory hayden book at mph too. -smirks- walked around for a while. then, we went all the way to sengkang just to try out the lrt. how lame, i know. the lrt was fun. haha. although its creepy as its driver-less. what if the train malfunctioned and never stopped? haha ok lame. then, we went to sengkang library. it was deliciously uncrowded, much to our relief. spent almost two hours there, i should think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then headed to orchard to take neoprints but the queue was so long so we decided not to. then, germ liu went home and we went to sunny bookshop, where i bought yet another book. swan by frances mayes. ive been wanting it for the longest time. olivia bought a book too. (congrats, olivia! im so proud of you for actually reading!) yup. so we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now im safe and sound, without any fatal injuries. haha. im alive and blogging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all those who tagged. made me feel so touched. -sob sob- haha nah just kidding, but thanks all the same! (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-108452590691998338?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108452590691998338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108452590691998338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108452590691998338' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108443671093282949</id><published>2004-05-13T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T16:25:10.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;these are the days worth living&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive survived. everybody rejoice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive lived through the horrendous exams without doing severe damage to myself. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any case, i still survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i think i flunked chinese. it was bad. no, bad is an understatement. the rest were pretty good, actually. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my dammit computer crashed. so im at my mother's office now. -biffs computer ferociously-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok thats all fer now. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-108443671093282949?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108443671093282949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108443671093282949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108443671093282949' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108383114274980900</id><published>2004-05-06T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T16:55:37.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll never be alright so im breaking the habit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Memories consume&lt;br /&gt;Like opening the wound&lt;br /&gt;I'm picking me apart again&lt;br /&gt;You all assume&lt;br /&gt;I'm safe here in my room&lt;br /&gt;Unless I try to start again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be the one&lt;br /&gt;The battles always choose&lt;br /&gt;cause inside I realize&lt;br /&gt;That I'm the one confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's worth fighting for&lt;br /&gt;Or why I have to scream&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I instigate&lt;br /&gt;And say what I don't mean&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I got this way&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not alright&lt;br /&gt;So I'm&lt;br /&gt;Breaking the habit&lt;br /&gt;I'm breaking the habit&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clutching my cure&lt;br /&gt;I tightly lock the door&lt;br /&gt;I try to catch my breath again&lt;br /&gt;I hurt much more&lt;br /&gt;Than anytime before&lt;br /&gt;I had no options left again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be the one&lt;br /&gt;The battles always choose&lt;br /&gt;cause inside I realize&lt;br /&gt;That I'm the one confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's worth fighting for&lt;br /&gt;Or why I have to scream&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I instigate&lt;br /&gt;And say what I don't mean&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I got this way&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be alright&lt;br /&gt;So I'm&lt;br /&gt;Breaking the habit&lt;br /&gt;I'm breaking the habit&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll paint it on the walls&lt;br /&gt;cause I'm the one at fault&lt;br /&gt;I'll never fight again&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's worth fighting for&lt;br /&gt;Or why I have to scream&lt;br /&gt;But now I have some clarity&lt;br /&gt;To show you what I mean&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I got this way&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be alright&lt;br /&gt;So I'm breaking the habit&lt;br /&gt;I'm breaking the habit&lt;br /&gt;I'm breaking the habit&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. im breaking the habit of blogging and going on hiatus. only until the dreaded exams are over. (: that is approximately next friday. (aw man, such a long time.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive decided to go on hiatus and sacrifice myself to the evil claws of my ultra-thick and sleep-inducing textbooks. yup. for once, im actually going to study for exams. im really, really proud of myself. -pats myself on my back mentally- however, studying does not guarantee good results. who knows, i might only achieve mediocre scores. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im bloody worried for chinese, i can already feel my pudgy knees knocking.  but i can take heart in my CA marks as ive been steadily improving. yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont miss me ok? -joke- dont miss my wittiness and delightful entries! -voice positively dripping with sarcasm-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i bid farewell. till next time, folks. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-108383114274980900?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108383114274980900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108383114274980900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108383114274980900' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108358411375963693</id><published>2004-05-03T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T19:39:29.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all falls down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im down in the dumps. heartbroken. my precious leeds got relegated! no mood to continue blogging. im horribly upset. i cant express my misery. how long will it take for them to return to the premiership? ))))))))))): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. DG sucks so bad, she makes me hurl. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-108358411375963693?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108358411375963693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108358411375963693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108358411375963693' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108339318730252672</id><published>2004-05-01T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T14:37:26.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everybody wants to get high like that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give give me more, step on the floor&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of girl that I've been looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know much but one thing I know&lt;br /&gt;You're making it hard to keep it down low&lt;br /&gt;If you ever wanna come to my show&lt;br /&gt;V.I.P - Backstage - Front row&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never seen a girl looking so fine&lt;br /&gt;Get a little vibe and it's about time&lt;br /&gt;Right beside a diamond you would still shine&lt;br /&gt;24 K - All day - Let's ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock you all night long&lt;br /&gt;Till I lose control&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Give give me more - step on the floor&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of girl that I've been looking for&lt;br /&gt;All the fellas in the house tonight&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna bounce bounce with us tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give give me more - step on the floor&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of girl that I've been looking for&lt;br /&gt;Doing it right&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna bounce bounce with us tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know much but one thing I know&lt;br /&gt;If you want to stay I'm not gonna go&lt;br /&gt;Tell me just a simple yes or a no&lt;br /&gt;Not maybe, We'll see, Don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not about the things you think I will flash&lt;br /&gt;Gotta realise you need your own cash&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to worry bout my past&lt;br /&gt;Just two girls, Score card, First class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock you all night long&lt;br /&gt;Till I lose control&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bounce with us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to get down like that&lt;br /&gt;Down like that, down like that&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to get high like that&lt;br /&gt;High like that, high like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to get down like that&lt;br /&gt;Down like that, down like that&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to get high like that&lt;br /&gt;High like that, high like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus x2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was fun. (: firstly, i got to miss math supplementary because of the lego competition. and guess what? we did not submit the video in the end, as it was taking ages to export. the booklet looks uber cool though, and i speed-blended five pictures on photoshop in 45 minutes. haha. the photos dont look all too nice when it is printed out, though. ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i fell into a drain. correction. i &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; fell. but injured my calf anyway and now there's blood. ): and the woman who gave us instructions was so bloody annoying. she seemed to think that left was right. |:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and. english. oh man i think im gonna die. i wrote about who i suspected, not me seeing them vandalising. about half the class made the same mistake as i did, i should think. but perhaps we're right and the other half is wrong! the instructions were really vague anyway. -crosses fingers- the composition was fine, i did descriptive in the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i played basketball and soccer with emily, savie, debby, gloria and novita. three-a-side. emily left early, though. ): soccer was really eventful, and i injured myself umteenth times. i was goalie. and yay, i managed to do a header! (: i darent tried previously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was this sweet lil cat in the canteen. i attempted to pick it up, but had to put it down after 3 minutes as it didnt seem too happy. then debby tried, but it wasnt happy either. so it escaped. silly cat. -biff- haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im too lazy to blog for today. just that im green with envy: my parents and brother are in australia, having a nice little jaunt. ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-108339318730252672?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108339318730252672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108339318730252672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108339318730252672' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108324843971930671</id><published>2004-04-29T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T22:25:04.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;without my wings i feel so small&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Notice me, take my hand &lt;br /&gt;Why are we strangers when &lt;br /&gt;Our love is strong &lt;br /&gt;Why carry on without me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I try to fly, I fall &lt;br /&gt;Without my wings, I feel so small &lt;br /&gt;I guess I need you, baby &lt;br /&gt;And everytime I see you in my dreams &lt;br /&gt;I see your face, it's haunting me &lt;br /&gt;I guess I need you, baby &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make believe that you are here &lt;br /&gt;It's the only way I see clear &lt;br /&gt;What have I done &lt;br /&gt;You seem to move on easy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I try to fly, I fall &lt;br /&gt;Without my wings, I feel so small &lt;br /&gt;I guess I need you, baby &lt;br /&gt;And everytime I see you in my dreams &lt;br /&gt;I see your face, you're haunting me &lt;br /&gt;I guess I need you, baby &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have made it rain &lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me &lt;br /&gt;My weakness caused you pain &lt;br /&gt;And this song's my sorry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night I pray &lt;br /&gt;That soon your face will fade away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I try to fly, I fall &lt;br /&gt;Without my wings, I feel so small &lt;br /&gt;I guess I need you, baby &lt;br /&gt;And everytime I see you in my dreams &lt;br /&gt;I see your face, you're haunting me &lt;br /&gt;I guess I need you, baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have not updated since god knows when. bleagh. ive been relly busy, what with the lego competition hovering ominously and the exam-grim-reaper ready to dig my grave and bury me. and the dying goat isnt helping matters much either by stuffing tons of homework down our throats. i honestly think she's off her rocker. sorry to all dying-goat supporters out there, who actually nominated her for the award thing. O_O im shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may not seem of a chitchatter, but apparently i am. i just found out when mrs lalitha told me yesterday that i will definitely get an A1 for science if only i could shut up in class. i burst our laughing, cos that was totally unexpected. hmm. i guess i laugh a lot in class. and maybe talk too much too. -grins sheepishly-  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did not complete my history homework today, so i had to stand up, along with a few other naughty people. thank god bernard chan wasnt in too foul a mood, so he eventually allowed us to sit down again. sigh. i hate homework. everybody does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;savina says that im a natural comedian. i was in the arc room yesterday, about to die of starvation, till i remembered that i had food in class. so me and savina raced back to st gabs as the square-minded security guard  locked the staircases. i had to chase after him, him who was on a bicycle, and my shoes came flying off. so i grabbed them and ran, clad only in socks. i raced back to class and finally got the food, and came tottering back down barefooted as i had left my shoes donwstairs. well, i guess it aint all that funny now, but the moment was hilarious, unforgettable. i looked like a toddler flying down the corridor and stairs. wahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. there's the english exam tomorrow. its awful having to write out a boring expositary essay. i prefer descriptive, but thats untried and untested, so i think i'll play safe and do expositary this time, and maybe descriptive the next time round. but it really all depends on the questions. -crosses fingers- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. my fingers are stiff. ciao. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-108324843971930671?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108324843971930671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108324843971930671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108324843971930671' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108287596957641509</id><published>2004-04-25T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T14:57:10.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;suffering in silence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an incident that occurred yesterday has caused me to detest myself and my self-centredness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this maid, presumably new, decked in her best garments as she was eating out with her employers. however, throughout the entire meal, i observed that she did not receive any food to eat and the little child she was supposed to be caring for was behaving like a spoilt brat, complete with a high-decibeled voice. what a horror package. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, i digressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, her situation highlights the fact that not all maids are treated well and some are even abused by their selfish and conservative employers who uphold the traditional mindset that they are all superior to the maids. how awful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine yourself in the particular maid's shoes= you arrive eagerly in singapore, anticipating a better lifestyle and generous employers who treat you well. instead, you are burdened with swlfish, whining toddlers to look after and given meagre salary and food. you become deluded and depressed, and long for your family back home but have no choice but to continue suffering in silence in order to earn a paltry sum of money and support your large, starving family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel really ashamed of myself, sitting on a comfortable armchair with the oscillating fan sending cool puffs of air into my face, listening to the radio emitting head-thumping music and staring at the costly computer. yet, i am still pitying and feeling sorry for myself, despite all the good things god has blessed me with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im too selfish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-108287596957641509?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108287596957641509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108287596957641509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108287596957641509' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108287154919360145</id><published>2004-04-25T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T14:28:16.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im so far down, away from the sun again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's down to this &lt;br /&gt;I've got to make this life make sense &lt;br /&gt;Can anyone tell what I've done &lt;br /&gt;I missed the life &lt;br /&gt;I missed the colours of the world &lt;br /&gt;Can anyone tell where I am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause now again I've found myself &lt;br /&gt;So far down, away from the sun &lt;br /&gt;That shines into the darkest place &lt;br /&gt;I'm so far down, away from the sun again &lt;br /&gt;Away from the sun again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm over this &lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of living in the dark &lt;br /&gt;Can anyone see me down here &lt;br /&gt;The feeling's gone &lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to lift me up &lt;br /&gt;Back into the world I've known &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause now again I've found myself &lt;br /&gt;So far down, away from the sun &lt;br /&gt;That shines into the darkest place &lt;br /&gt;I'm so far down, away from the sun &lt;br /&gt;That shines the life away from me &lt;br /&gt;To find my way back into the arms &lt;br /&gt;That care about the ones like me &lt;br /&gt;I'm so far down, away from the sun again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's down to this &lt;br /&gt;I've got to make this life make sense &lt;br /&gt;And now I can't do what I've done &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now again I've found myself &lt;br /&gt;So far down, away from the sun &lt;br /&gt;That shines the life away from me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause now again I've found myself &lt;br /&gt;So far down, away from the sun &lt;br /&gt;That shines into the darkest place &lt;br /&gt;I'm so far down, away from the sun &lt;br /&gt;That shines the life away from me &lt;br /&gt;To find my way back into the arms &lt;br /&gt;That care about the ones like me &lt;br /&gt;I'm so far down, away from the sun again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its time for me to rant again. yay. put up with it, my dear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im starting to detest school. and its all because of one teacher- a teacher whom i wish to murder brutally and savagely, by skewering her and toasting her over a raging hot fire, squishing her brains to putty, using a fork that is devoured by rust to slowly and excrutiatingly dig her protuberant eyeballs out, and throwing her into a simmering cauldron for a dog's dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. on second thoughts, it would be inhuman and extremely cruel to poison the poor innocent dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll probably feed the concoction to mass murderers. at least they will die quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, i do not particularly wish to spend the rest of my pathetic life in a jail cell, presumably waiting to serve my death sentence. so i'll have to put up with her for approximately seven more months. that's really excrutiating. i absolutely abhor her and i have to face her almost everyday. the fact that she doesnt like me too doesnt help either. her lessons are sheer torture; my heart simply plummets everytime she steps into the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she burdens us with a thousand and one assignments every single day. she does not have enough insight to realise that oh wait! there are other subjects too! its not possible to eat, sleep and breathe her homework 24/7. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english mid year's in a couple of days. i'll probably fail. especially since all english teachers seem to bear this grudge against me. i wonder why. i wish i were better at compositions, like joyce, perhaps. she uses simply bombastic vocabulary which i will probably never use. im too stupid you see. -points to my head- there is only helium up there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right, i shall stop my incessant whining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-108287154919360145?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108287154919360145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108287154919360145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108287154919360145' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-10826306516470379</id><published>2004-04-22T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T18:50:06.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im watching you watch over me and ive got the greatest view from here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the analyst&lt;br /&gt;The fungus in my milk&lt;br /&gt;When you want no one&lt;br /&gt;And you've got someone&lt;br /&gt;Through the wind&lt;br /&gt;You crawl&lt;br /&gt;And laugh at burning dunes&lt;br /&gt;When no one else will&lt;br /&gt;Ever see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you know why you feel like you do&lt;br /&gt;They're turning their head whilst they wait&lt;br /&gt;For no one&lt;br /&gt;And finally I know why you feel like letting go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching you watch&lt;br /&gt;Over me and I've got&lt;br /&gt;The greatest view from here&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching you watch&lt;br /&gt;Over me and I've got&lt;br /&gt;The greatest view from here here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes don't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;If you don't regret them&lt;br /&gt;So pack your tactic toes for the winter&lt;br /&gt;Chain a waterfall to burned and withered skin&lt;br /&gt;No one else will ever see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching you watch&lt;br /&gt;Over me and I've got&lt;br /&gt;The greatest view from here&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching you watch&lt;br /&gt;Over me and I've got&lt;br /&gt;The greatest view from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you know why you feel like you do&lt;br /&gt;They're turning their head whilst they wait&lt;br /&gt;For no one&lt;br /&gt;And finally I know why I feel like you're letting go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching you watch&lt;br /&gt;Over me and I've got&lt;br /&gt;The greatest view from here&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching you watch&lt;br /&gt;Over me and I've got&lt;br /&gt;The greatest view from here&lt;br /&gt;The greatest view from here&lt;br /&gt;The Greatest View . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs stephens was really upset today. i think she was bordering on a nervous breakdown. i feel rather remorseful as 2/2 has been really cruel to her. imagine yourself in the same situation, what with the students dissing you and making fun of you 24/7? it so happened that approximately half the class did not complete the comprehension she set for us. so she made them go to the coloured benches to finish it and requested that every girl who did not do her homework to give her an excuse cum apology letter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel really, really bad. she was almost in tears, really. maybe we have gone too fay. perhaps we should get an apology card for her and treat her better from now on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was drunk during history today. and miraculously, bernard chan did not scold me and joanne for behaving like hysterical woodbridge escapees. he probably didnt notice though, blind old bat he is. (x joanne is always coming up with advertisements that involve her palms. yup. and we came up with a dance sequence to the rubber duckie song from sesame street and invented a king kong song. ok, i know we are &lt;strong&gt;lame&lt;/strong&gt;. and germaine liu is always laughing at the wrong time, around half an hour after we attempt to make her laugh. maybe she has a delayed reaction time. x: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, emily, me, stef, melissa hong and sherlyn went to takashimaya to by stuff for the upcoming competition and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bloody hell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! other schools bought the really expensive parts for their model! and they receive funding from their school! -whines- and when we found out that the items we wanted costs $700, our jaws simply dropped. arc will never be able to afford it. even if we could, our resources would be drained. so all we bought were adorable little figurines. we also bought a yoga (?) keychain for mr tan as it remarkably resembles him. wahaha. and i bought this ickle-poo adorably adorable ghostie lego keychain. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. have to go to my auntie's house now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-10826306516470379?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/10826306516470379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/10826306516470379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#10826306516470379' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108246361112672472</id><published>2004-04-20T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T20:24:15.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so why dont we go somewhere only we know?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I walked across an empty land &lt;br /&gt;I knew the pathway like the back of my hand &lt;br /&gt;I felt the earth beneath my feet &lt;br /&gt;Sat by the river and it made me complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh simple thing where have you gone &lt;br /&gt;I'm getting old and I need something to rely on &lt;br /&gt;So tell me when you're gonna let me in &lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across a fallen tree &lt;br /&gt;I felt the branches of it looking at me &lt;br /&gt;Is this the place we used to love? &lt;br /&gt;Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh simple thing where have you gone &lt;br /&gt;I'm getting old and I need something to rely on &lt;br /&gt;So tell me when you're gonna let me in &lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you have a minute why don't we go &lt;br /&gt;Talk about it somewhere only we know? &lt;br /&gt;This could be the end of everything &lt;br /&gt;So why don't we go &lt;br /&gt;Somewhere only we know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(break)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh simple thing where have you gone &lt;br /&gt;I'm getting old and I need something to rely on &lt;br /&gt;So tell me when you're gonna let me in &lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you have a minute why don't we go &lt;br /&gt;Talk about it somewhere only we know? &lt;br /&gt;This could be the end of everything &lt;br /&gt;So why don't we go &lt;br /&gt;Somewhere only we know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(instrumental)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be the end of everything &lt;br /&gt;So why don't we go &lt;br /&gt;Somewhere only we know?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im addicted to that song. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-108246361112672472?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108246361112672472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108246361112672472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108246361112672472' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108238040111085408</id><published>2004-04-19T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T21:17:24.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bounce baby out the door i aint gonna take this no more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Bounce baby out the door&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna take this no more&lt;br /&gt;Bounce baby out the door&lt;br /&gt;Get up and move&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me act a fool&lt;br /&gt;Just bounce baby out the door&lt;br /&gt;I aint gonna take this no more &lt;br /&gt;Bonuce baby out the door &lt;br /&gt;Get up and move &lt;br /&gt;dont make me act a fool &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1&lt;br /&gt;Said you're going with your boys today and&lt;br /&gt;'Don't worry casue I'll be home late'&lt;br /&gt;But I know you're creepin' out there, cheatin'&lt;br /&gt;You've been freakin' babe&lt;br /&gt;So let me tell you how it's going to be&lt;br /&gt;And you can run game but not on me boy&lt;br /&gt;So who the hell are you trying to kid&lt;br /&gt;You know this is what I did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called your pager and your two-way boy but no response&lt;br /&gt;Start looking and found you in some other women's arms&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to front boy cause I saw you there with my own eyes&lt;br /&gt;Just get your stuff boy cause I'm tired of hearing all your lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Bounce baby out the door&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna take this no more&lt;br /&gt;Bounce baby out the door&lt;br /&gt;Get up and move&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me act a fool&lt;br /&gt;Just bounce baby out the door&lt;br /&gt;I aint gonna take this no more &lt;br /&gt;Bonuce baby out the door &lt;br /&gt;Get up and move &lt;br /&gt;dont make me ack a fool &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2&lt;br /&gt;Baby boy I know you'll never find&lt;br /&gt;No stuff as good as mine&lt;br /&gt;She can't work you like I did&lt;br /&gt;You can look but you know I got that good sh**&lt;br /&gt;I know that you're hating it&lt;br /&gt;But you better stay with the one you're with&lt;br /&gt;You made your bed and now you have to sleep in it baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called your pager and your two-way boy but no response&lt;br /&gt;Start looking and found you in some other women's arms&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to front boy cause I saw you there with my own eyes&lt;br /&gt;Just get your stuff boy cause I'm tired of hearing all your lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rap)&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute Sarah, give me a chance to explain&lt;br /&gt;I was just talking to shorty I don't even know her name&lt;br /&gt;I ain't looking for no one to come and take your place&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no one out there baby that can fill your space&lt;br /&gt;No need to find a nickel got a dime at home&lt;br /&gt;Plus I love every night the freaky way we bone&lt;br /&gt;I ain't trying to get gone, ain't trying to roll&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather stay and be a part of your green eyed soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Bounce baby out the door&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna take this no more&lt;br /&gt;Bounce baby out the door&lt;br /&gt;Get up and move&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me act a fool&lt;br /&gt;Just bounce baby out the door&lt;br /&gt;I aint gonna take this no more &lt;br /&gt;Bonuce baby out the door &lt;br /&gt;Get up and move &lt;br /&gt;dont make me act a fool &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell to the world, and to myself. we all deserve it. hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a note : whatever song i put up on my blog reflects my mood, as sometimes im too lazy to get my pudgy fingers typing long entries. i havent written a long entry since god knows when anyway, and i dont plan to anytime soon. so too bad. nyeh nyeh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or mainly because i wanna talk about censored stuff right now, and its rather obvious that i'd be digging my own grave by posting my thoughts here, so ive jotted everything down in my locked blog. and dont entice me into giving you the password. nyeh nyeh again. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel like im a wizened old lady in a younger body. im not implying that im wiser than everybody, but im really weary of the world. im tired. i want a break. oops, correction. i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a break. but unfortunately, one isnt going to come my way anytime soon. so i'll have to put up with everything until the blessed june holidays arrive. only then will i be free from the terrors of evil math teachers, and heaps of homework, and problems in general. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my parents and idiotic brother are so lucky. they are going to australia to visit my aunt, uncle and cousins there next week. and i cant go. why? because there's a *bleeping* exam. my life revolves around studies, although i believe that it should be vice versa. argh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; addicted to the blue cd. i think ive played it about twenty times since i bought it. its a miracle that it hasnt been cooked and melted in my stereo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-108238040111085408?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108238040111085408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108238040111085408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108238040111085408' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108230141234313456</id><published>2004-04-18T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T23:20:54.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border='1' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'&gt;&lt;form action='http://memegen.deskslave.org/viewmeme.pl?un=morning_prayer&amp;meme=1074625254' method='POST'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan=2 bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Whats does your personality rate from 1-10? 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Seemed that you made good animal food, definately a closed casket.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#FFFFFF'&gt;Death Date:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA'&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;June 4, 2044&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#FFFFFF'&gt;Number attending your funeral?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA'&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;150&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#FFFFFF'&gt;How much will you leave to friends and family?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA'&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;$3,232,967&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='un' value='rashock'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='meme' value='1062613775'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;input type='submit' value='Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font size='-1' color='#FFFFFF'&gt;Created with &lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/users/quill18/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' style='vertical-align:bottom;border:0;'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;quill18&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href='http://memegen.deskslave.org/'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;MemeGen 3.0&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-108230110642777480?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108230110642777480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108230110642777480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108230110642777480' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108230087456017478</id><published>2004-04-18T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T23:11:56.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border='1' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'&gt;&lt;form action='http://memegen.deskslave.org/viewmeme.pl?un=Valcion&amp;meme=1060651420' method='POST'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan=2 bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;What is Your Destiny? by &lt;a href='http://livejournal.com/users/philtrc'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Valcion&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#FFFFFF'&gt;Name&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA'&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='Name' value='delle' size='20'&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#FFFFFF'&gt;Color&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA'&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='Color' value='black' size='20'&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#FFFFFF'&gt;Birthday&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA'&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='Birthday' value='19 august' size='20'&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#FFFFFF'&gt;Destiny&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA'&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;Toast&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#FFFFFF'&gt;Date when you fufill your destiny&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA'&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;February 28, 2017&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='un' value='Valcion'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='meme' value='1060651420'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;input type='submit' value='Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font size='-1' color='#FFFFFF'&gt;Created with &lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/users/quill18/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' style='vertical-align:bottom;border:0;'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;quill18&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href='http://memegen.deskslave.org/'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;MemeGen 3.0&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-108230087456017478?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108230087456017478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108230087456017478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108230087456017478' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108230067653968185</id><published>2004-04-18T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T23:08:38.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border='1' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'&gt;&lt;form action='http://memegen.deskslave.org/viewmeme.pl?un=tiffeh&amp;meme=1061228950' method='POST'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan=2 bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;What Annoying Celebrity are YOU Destined to Kill? by &lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/~tiffeh'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;tiffeh&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#FFFFFF'&gt;Name&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA'&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='Name' value='delle' size='20'&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#FFFFFF'&gt;You will kill&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA'&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;Ricky Martin &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#FFFFFF'&gt;With&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA'&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;a grapefruit &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#FFFFFF'&gt;On&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA'&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;September 13, 2003&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='un' value='tiffeh'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='meme' value='1061228950'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;input type='submit' value='Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font size='-1' color='#FFFFFF'&gt;Created with &lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/users/quill18/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' style='vertical-align:bottom;border:0;'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;quill18&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href='http://memegen.deskslave.org/'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;MemeGen 3.0&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-108230067653968185?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108230067653968185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108230067653968185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108230067653968185' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108229123732556011</id><published>2004-04-18T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T20:31:18.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my mirror's broken im cursed with seven years of bad luck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yo, check it out&lt;br /&gt;First verse, drop it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord knows I'm gonna make it.&lt;br /&gt;To brighter days I'm on my way.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed before and saw the way that I was misbehaving.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm standing face to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my reflection I can't see it.&lt;br /&gt;My vision's blinded by the pain.&lt;br /&gt;('Cause that's how I feel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mirror's broken.&lt;br /&gt;I've been cursed with seven years of bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;Will the sorrow ever change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;So now my soul's in debt.&lt;br /&gt;I must regret.&lt;br /&gt;I die and live another lonely day.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how a man's supposed to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now my souls in debt.&lt;br /&gt;I must regret.&lt;br /&gt;I die and live another lonely day.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how a man's supposed to change.&lt;br /&gt;How's a man supposed to change?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fear is growing old unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;Without my loved ones next to me.&lt;br /&gt;Ink on my skin has nearly faded.&lt;br /&gt;Incarcerated for my sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my reflection I can't see it.&lt;br /&gt;My vision's blinded by the pain. (by the pain y'all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mirror's broken.&lt;br /&gt;I've been cursed with seven years of bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;Will the sorrow ever change.&lt;br /&gt;That's right, by the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;So now my soul's in debt.&lt;br /&gt;I must regret.&lt;br /&gt;I die and live another lonely day.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how a man's supposed to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now my soul's in debt (soul's in debt)&lt;br /&gt;I must regret.&lt;br /&gt;I die and live another lonely day.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how a man's supposed to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue, sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a man's supposed to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now my souls in debt.&lt;br /&gt;I must regret.&lt;br /&gt;I die and live another lonely day.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how a man's supposed to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now my soul's in debt.&lt;br /&gt;I must regret.&lt;br /&gt;I die and live another lonely day.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how a man's supposed to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's a man supposed to change y'all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how a man's supposed to change&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how a man's supposed to change&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how a man's supposed to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now my soul's in debt.&lt;br /&gt;I must regret.&lt;br /&gt;I die and live another lonely day.&lt;br /&gt;Tel me how a man's supposed to change&lt;br /&gt;So now my soul's in debt.&lt;br /&gt;I must regret.&lt;br /&gt;I die and live another lonely day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, that's rather how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my proper post in quite a long time. and im not here to relate happy events. rather, its the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes life is unmeaningful, if you get what i mean. its exams, work, problems and will eventually result in death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. im here to infect you with my pessimism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im addicted to the blue cd. played it seven times today and still counting. &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/6680908-108229123732556011?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108229123732556011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108229123732556011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108229123732556011' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108227526183667080</id><published>2004-04-18T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T16:05:03.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or will we just dance this dance we've danced again and again and again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is this masquerade finally over&lt;br /&gt;Can we put down the roles that we've played so many times&lt;br /&gt;Is this really the final curtain&lt;br /&gt;The end of the play&lt;br /&gt;Or will we just dance this dance we've danced again and again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Once again I walk away&lt;br /&gt;There's no turning back this time baby&lt;br /&gt;Once again I walk away&lt;br /&gt;With every step I leave you behind me&lt;br /&gt;Once again I walk away&lt;br /&gt;Determined this time you'll be sorry&lt;br /&gt;Once again I walk away&lt;br /&gt;But if you ask me you know that I'd stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we put out the sun and stopped it from shining&lt;br /&gt;Girl we both know&lt;br /&gt;We still couldn't be anymore in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Ooh there's no flaslight&lt;br /&gt;There's no insight&lt;br /&gt;As hard as we try&lt;br /&gt;Ooh we keep running round in circles&lt;br /&gt;Time after time, hello, goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this really the final curtain&lt;br /&gt;The end of the play&lt;br /&gt;Or will we just dance this dance we've danced again and again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk away&lt;br /&gt;I walk away&lt;br /&gt;But I know that I'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat x2]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-108227526183667080?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108227526183667080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108227526183667080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108227526183667080' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108227444951345534</id><published>2004-04-18T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T15:51:30.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we'll be walking through leaves when summer's gone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she was the lonely type&lt;br /&gt;her heart could not disguise &lt;br /&gt;her passion-for life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she had a love for art&lt;br /&gt;painted pictures with her heart&lt;br /&gt;shes one of-a kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes standing tall&lt;br /&gt;shes got it all&lt;br /&gt;shes everything&lt;br /&gt;im looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want me like i want you&lt;br /&gt;if you need me like i need you&lt;br /&gt;its alright&lt;br /&gt;if you love me like i love you&lt;br /&gt;let me be the one to hold you&lt;br /&gt;through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll be walking through leaves&lt;br /&gt;when summers gone&lt;br /&gt;we'll carry on&lt;br /&gt;we'll be walking through leaves&lt;br /&gt;when summers gone&lt;br /&gt;we'll carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a simple man&lt;br /&gt;take pride in what i am&lt;br /&gt;got passion-for life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont think im like the rest&lt;br /&gt;wear my heart upon my chest&lt;br /&gt;i try to be kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes standing tall&lt;br /&gt;shes got it all&lt;br /&gt;shes everything&lt;br /&gt;im looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes standing tall&lt;br /&gt;shes got it all&lt;br /&gt;shes everything&lt;br /&gt;im looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want me like i want you&lt;br /&gt;if you need me like i need you&lt;br /&gt;its alright&lt;br /&gt;if you love me like i love you&lt;br /&gt;let me be the one to hold you&lt;br /&gt;through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll be walking through leaves&lt;br /&gt;when summers gone&lt;br /&gt;we'll carry on&lt;br /&gt;we'll be walking through leaves&lt;br /&gt;when summers gone&lt;br /&gt;we'll carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh we'll carry on&lt;br /&gt;oh we'll carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll be walking through leaves&lt;br /&gt;when summers gone&lt;br /&gt;we'll carry on&lt;br /&gt;we'll be walking through leaves&lt;br /&gt;when summers gone&lt;br /&gt;we'll carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i do believe&lt;br /&gt;some things are meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want me like i want you&lt;br /&gt;if you need me like i need you&lt;br /&gt;its alright&lt;br /&gt;if you love me like i love you&lt;br /&gt;let me be the one to hold you&lt;br /&gt;through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll be walking through leaves&lt;br /&gt;when summers gone&lt;br /&gt;we'll carry on&lt;br /&gt;we'll be walking through leaves&lt;br /&gt;when summers gone&lt;br /&gt;we'll carry on&lt;/em&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/6680908-108227444951345534?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;And if you have to leave, &lt;br /&gt;I wish that you would just leave.&lt;br /&gt;Cause your presence still lingers here,&lt;br /&gt;and it won't leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal, &lt;br /&gt;this pain is just too real,&lt;br /&gt;there's just too much that time cannot erase.&lt;br /&gt;When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears,&lt;br /&gt;When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears.&lt;br /&gt;I held your hand through all of these years. &lt;br /&gt;But you still have...&lt;br /&gt;All of me.&lt;br /&gt;You used to captivate me by your resonating mind,&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm bound by the life you left behind.&lt;br /&gt;Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams&lt;br /&gt;Your voice has chased away all the sanity in me.&lt;br /&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal, &lt;br /&gt;this pain is just too real,&lt;br /&gt;there's just too much that time cannot erase.&lt;br /&gt;When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears,&lt;br /&gt;When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears.&lt;br /&gt;I held your hand through all of these years. &lt;br /&gt;But you still have...&lt;br /&gt;All of me.&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;But though you're still with me,&lt;br /&gt;I've been alone all along.&lt;br /&gt;When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears,&lt;br /&gt;When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears.&lt;br /&gt;I held your hand through all of these years. &lt;br /&gt;But you still have...&lt;br /&gt;All of me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suck. yay. god, why have you forsaken me? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#ffffff&gt; and you all do too, sometimes. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-108220263632961549?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108220263632961549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108220263632961549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108220263632961549' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108211098029630763</id><published>2004-04-16T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T18:26:59.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im sitting down here but hey you cant see me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sitting down here,&lt;br /&gt;But hey you can't see me&lt;br /&gt;Your words cut rather deeply,&lt;br /&gt;They're just some other lies&lt;br /&gt;I'm hiding from a distance,&lt;br /&gt;I've got to pay the price&lt;br /&gt;Defending all against it,&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know why&lt;br /&gt;You're obsessed with all my secrets,&lt;br /&gt;You always make me cry&lt;br /&gt;You seem to wanna hurt me&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I do&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling just a couple,&lt;br /&gt;But somehow it gets to you&lt;br /&gt;But I've learned to get revenge&lt;br /&gt;And I swear you'll experience that some day&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting down here,&lt;br /&gt;But hey you can't see me, kinda invisible&lt;br /&gt;You don't sense my stay&lt;br /&gt;Not really hiding, not like a shadow&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I would join you for one day&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting down here,&lt;br /&gt;But hey you can't see me...&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to avoid you,&lt;br /&gt;Just don't wanna hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;When you call me up so often,&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have a choice&lt;br /&gt;You're talking like you know me&lt;br /&gt;And wanna be my friend&lt;br /&gt;But that's really too late now,&lt;br /&gt;I won't try it once again&lt;br /&gt;You may think that I'm loser,&lt;br /&gt;But I don't really care&lt;br /&gt;You may think that it's all forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;But you should be aware&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've learned to get revenge&lt;br /&gt;And I swear you'll experience that some day&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting down here,&lt;br /&gt;But hey you can't see me, kinda invisible&lt;br /&gt;You don't sense my stay&lt;br /&gt;Not really hiding, not like a shadow&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I would join you for one day&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting down here,&lt;br /&gt;But hey you can't see me&lt;br /&gt;Kinda invisible&lt;br /&gt;You don't sense my stay&lt;br /&gt;Not really hiding, not like a shadow&lt;br /&gt;But sure I wanna join you one day&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting down here,&lt;br /&gt;But hey you can't see me, kinda invisible&lt;br /&gt;You don't sense my stay&lt;br /&gt;Not really hiding, not like a shadow&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I would join you for one day&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting down here,&lt;br /&gt;But hey you can't see me&lt;br /&gt;Kinda invisible&lt;br /&gt;You don't sense my stay&lt;br /&gt;Not really hiding, not like a shadow&lt;br /&gt;But sure I wanna join you one day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im here, im alive and im blogging. yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have just added a new word to the dictionary - "joanne". it officially means "an extremely hysterical and retarded freak". yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i should elaborate. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joanne was totally behaving like a lunatic who was escaped from woodbridge today. firstly, she started off with her water advertisement. here goes: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joanne says "before i drank water, my pinafore was like &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;." -gestures at her incorrigibly sloopy uniform with one side slipping down her shoulder, grabs my waterbottle and starts pretending to drink. after that, she opens and closes her palms and brandishes them at me, and i can see the words "water" written on them.- "after drinking water," -opens and closes her palms again- "my pinafore became like that!" -hitches sleeve up unceromoniously-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. i cant decipher why i started breaking out into raucous belly-laughter. we were practically laughing the whole chinese lesson. o.o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;yay!&lt;/strong&gt; i forgot to mention that i actually passed my chinese! -whoops with delight- well, not technically really, as i had initially missed the passing grade by a pathetically measly mark. so, i bargained with xie lao shi and she submitted to my incessant pleading. with the help of joanne, who claims her magic finger earned me the mark. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh ~freak~ i think im falling ill. again. my immune system has been incredibly weak these days. ahh i cant fall sick, i &lt;strong&gt;cant&lt;/strong&gt;! there is the 2.4 run tomorrow! ))): i'll probably fail anyway. hmph. -sweatdrops-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im surprised at my own foolishness and vulnerability. i have to prevent these trivial things from getting to me. i &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;must&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my emotions have been wildly fluctuating lately. sigh. slipping from hyperactivity to depression. gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-108211098029630763?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108211098029630763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108211098029630763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108211098029630763' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108203728169668641</id><published>2004-04-15T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T21:58:38.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lose yourself in the music, the moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity&lt;br /&gt;To seize everything you ever wanted-One moment&lt;br /&gt;Would you capture it or just let it slip? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy &lt;br /&gt;There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready &lt;br /&gt;To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin &lt;br /&gt;What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud &lt;br /&gt;He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out&lt;br /&gt;He's chokin, how everybody's jokin now&lt;br /&gt;The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah!&lt;br /&gt;Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked&lt;br /&gt;He's so mad, but he won't give up that&lt;br /&gt;Easy, no&lt;br /&gt;He won't have it , he knows his whole back's to these ropes&lt;br /&gt;It don't matter, he's dope&lt;br /&gt;He knows that, but he's broke&lt;br /&gt;He's so stacked that he knows &lt;br /&gt;When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's&lt;br /&gt;Back to the lab again yo&lt;br /&gt;This whole rap shit&lt;br /&gt;He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better lose yourself in the music, the moment &lt;br /&gt;You own it, you better never let it go &lt;br /&gt;You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow &lt;br /&gt;This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gaping&lt;br /&gt;This world is mine for the taking&lt;br /&gt;Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order &lt;br /&gt;A normal life is borin, but superstardom's close to post mortem&lt;br /&gt;It only grows harder, only grows hotter &lt;br /&gt;He blows us all over these hoes is all on him&lt;br /&gt;Coast to coast shows, he's know as the globetrotter&lt;br /&gt;Lonely roads, God only knows&lt;br /&gt;He's grown farther from home, he's no father&lt;br /&gt;He goes home and barely knows his own daughter&lt;br /&gt;But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water &lt;br /&gt;His hoes don't want him no mo, he's cold product &lt;br /&gt;They moved on to the next schmoe who flows&lt;br /&gt;He nose dove and sold nada&lt;br /&gt;So the soap opera is told and unfolds&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it's old partna', but the beat goes on&lt;br /&gt;Da da dum da dum da da&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oy my friggin god. im certain that i'll flunk science today. ah well, that's not exactly surprising, is it? for one thing, i didnt know how to balance the friggin equations. bah. ))): the rest of the paper was pretty average, i guess. it was mostly about the circulatory system though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well. im currently swimming in homework. ahhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im definitely not looking forward to the run on saturday. i'll probably flunk it as well. im hopeless, really. ))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey savina, dont blame yourself, ok? its all &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; fault. not yours and yours alone. so cheer up and relax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-108203728169668641?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108203728169668641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108203728169668641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108203728169668641' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108193477924407177</id><published>2004-04-14T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T17:31:38.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hold you tomorrow but youre leaving today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She falls apart&lt;br /&gt;By herself&lt;br /&gt;no one there to talk or understand&lt;br /&gt;feels the same&lt;br /&gt;dries her eyes&lt;br /&gt;finds herself, opens a door and sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people see right through you&lt;br /&gt;everyone knew you well&lt;br /&gt;falls apart&lt;br /&gt;might as well&lt;br /&gt;Day is long and nothin is wasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run away, Run away&lt;br /&gt;hold you tomorrow but your goin away&lt;br /&gt;Run away, run away&lt;br /&gt;hold you tomorrow but you're leavin today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walk alone&lt;br /&gt;By yourself&lt;br /&gt;There's the sound, nothin is changin&lt;br /&gt;Theyve gone away&lt;br /&gt;Left you there&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness in nothin you cant share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those words that hurt you&lt;br /&gt;More than you would let it show&lt;br /&gt;Comes apart&lt;br /&gt;By yourself&lt;br /&gt;Always well but nothing is wasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run away, run away&lt;br /&gt;hold on to you but you're goin away&lt;br /&gt;Run away, run away&lt;br /&gt;Hold you tomorrow but your leavin today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel aroused so I cannot be down&lt;br /&gt;all the time I've been on my own&lt;br /&gt;any sound of being here&lt;br /&gt;time to wastearound a friend&lt;br /&gt;I know where to runaway.&lt;br /&gt;no where to run away yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She falls apart, no one there&lt;br /&gt;hold her hand and seems to disappear&lt;br /&gt;falls apart&lt;br /&gt;might as well&lt;br /&gt;Day is long and nothin is wasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run away, run away&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to you but your goin away&lt;br /&gt;run away, run away&lt;br /&gt;Hold you tomorrow but you're leavin today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im back. -demonic cackling- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i had the chinese ca today. i believe that i have a fairly good chance of passing. this paper was relatively easy, as compared to the first two cas. my mother has promised me to reward me with $20 if i pass. i really hope i do as i really wanna get the blue/jason mraz/vertical horizon/black eyed peas/blink 182 cd. haha. i cant decide. but its a rather enjoyable dilemma though. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall call old goat OG from now on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, math was hunky-dory, i guess. it was one of those rare times that i didnt feel like dozing off in my chair. although OG just had to slap me on my arm for laughing. hmm. laughing seems to be a major sin. now i know. anyhow, i totally loathe algebra. although i know that i will be facing it probably for the rest of my schooling years. unfortunately, my puny brain cannot comprehend algebra and its uses. god, i dont think there are any uses. i dont intend to be a mathematician in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;art was horrible. art is ok on its own, but its definitely &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not ok&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when i am forced to draw things that i cant draw. (which is practically everything, i might add) ive seen the works of aep students and my jaw would hit the floor every time. i cant even compare to those. and she's expecting us to surpass them, i should think. well sorry, miss low. i guess im the worst art student in class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im jolly proud of myself. i actually survived two lessons of science and maths today. that's quite an achievement, ya know. i cant tolerate lessons held in the science lab. that place has this unexplainable effect on me - i feel drowsy the moment i step into it. hmm. or maybe mrs lalitha has hypnotic eyes. anyhow, its awfully irritating when my eyelids droop continuously despite my valiant attempts to keep them open. perhaps i will bring toothpicks to prop them up the next science lesson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks, mr mohan! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aw man. there's science ca tomorrow. i absolutely detest mugging for exams. they are nothing more than a piece of paper with questions on it. i dont see why they are so important. gah. and there's the circulatory system to be memorized. its not exactly short, ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleagh. have to hit the books soon. )):&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/6680908-108193477924407177?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108193477924407177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108193477924407177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108193477924407177' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108186123571491041</id><published>2004-04-13T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T21:04:30.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its gonna be a long long time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The warmth in your smile is the warmth that I desire,&lt;br /&gt;Cos it's cold and lonely in this place, oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;And I need to get close to the flames in a fire,&lt;br /&gt;And lose myself in yesterday, oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna be a long long long time,&lt;br /&gt;till I can be with you again, and see your smile.&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna be a long long long time,&lt;br /&gt;till I hold you in my arms all through the night,&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookin outside and I feel so uninspired,&lt;br /&gt;And It rain's all through this lonely night, oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Im losing my mind and my soul is feelin tired,&lt;br /&gt;Cos girl you are my guiding light, oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna be a long long long time,&lt;br /&gt;till I can be with you again, and see your smile.&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna be a long long long time,&lt;br /&gt;till I hold you in my arms all through the night,&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl I been missin you, I never thought I'd feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;All the feelings I have inside grow stronger everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Girl I want you to know that I will never let you go.&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one I really want&lt;br /&gt;And there's one thing you've gotta know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna be a long long long time,&lt;br /&gt;till I can be with you again, and see your smile.&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna be a long long long time,&lt;br /&gt;till I hold you in my arms all through the night,&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna be a long long long time,&lt;br /&gt;till I can be with you again, and see your smile.&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna be a long long long time,&lt;br /&gt;till I hold you in my arms all through the night,&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen girl I need you&lt;br /&gt;Are you there?&lt;br /&gt;Theres nothing I can do about it&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna hold you&lt;br /&gt;And show you how much you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah That's right&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know I want you in my life, my life, my life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-108186123571491041?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108186123571491041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108186123571491041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108186123571491041' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108168699708966054</id><published>2004-04-11T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T23:25:43.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then why do these tears come at night?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Early morning, she wakes up&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock, knock on the door&lt;br /&gt;Its time for makeup, perfect smile&lt;br /&gt;Its you they’re all waiting for&lt;br /&gt;They go…&lt;br /&gt;Isnt she lovely, this hollywood girl? &lt;br /&gt;And they say…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shes so lucky, shes a star&lt;br /&gt;But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking&lt;br /&gt;If theres nothing missing in my life&lt;br /&gt;Then why do these tears come at night?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi. wahaha. im surprised people actually reads this pathetic blog about my pathetic life. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im &lt;em&gt;extremely&lt;/em&gt; irate. bah. cant say with who, though. i'll be just about digging my own grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what? there is a history exam tomorrow and&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; i havent studied.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; yup. and its 8.30. that's how dead i am. -nods wholeheartedly in apparent agreement- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, im in a funky mood. haha. that's because my dad gave me some stuff. ((((: not going to mention it here, though. for the same reason as above. yep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, now my funky mood has dissipated a little. sigh. i cant help feeling like im kinda useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my molar tooth hurts. -grimaces- ouch. it cant be that my baby teeth is falling out- i havent had one in god knows how long. or maybe its a toothache. but whatever it is, i am not enjoying it. |:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah. i haven done my homework either. bleagh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-108168699708966054?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108168699708966054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108168699708966054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108168699708966054' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108159333797268703</id><published>2004-04-10T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T18:39:28.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but my dreams they arent as empty as my conscience seems to be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one knows what it's like&lt;br /&gt;To be the bad man&lt;br /&gt;To be the sad man&lt;br /&gt;Behind blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;And no one knows&lt;br /&gt;What it's like to be hated&lt;br /&gt;To be faded to telling only lies&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;But my dreams they aren't as empty&lt;br /&gt;As my conscious seems to be&lt;br /&gt;I have hours, only lonely&lt;br /&gt;My love is vengeance&lt;br /&gt;That's never free&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what its like&lt;br /&gt;To feel these feelings&lt;br /&gt;Like i do, and i blame you!&lt;br /&gt;No one bites back as hard&lt;br /&gt;On their anger&lt;br /&gt;None of my pain woe&lt;br /&gt;Can show through&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Discover l.i.m.p. say it [x4]&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what its like&lt;br /&gt;To be mistreated, to be defeated&lt;br /&gt;Behind blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;No one know how to say&lt;br /&gt;That they're sorry and don't worry&lt;br /&gt;I'm not telling lies&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what its like&lt;br /&gt;To be the bad man, to be the sad man&lt;br /&gt;Behind blue eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not exactly in the best of moods today. well, i guess thats apparent from the rather dreary song as mentioned above. thats exactly how im feeling now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like wallowing in self pity today. so please bear my laments or click on the x at the top right hand corner of this window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleagh. feeling depressed and on top of it, i have found a new job - masquerading as aunt agony. haha. its quite ok i guess as it it like being a psychologist. but i dont feel capable of dishing out practical advice as im feeling rather low myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel rather "extra", if you get what i mean. its like my presence doesnt make a difference. ok, not &lt;strong&gt;like&lt;/strong&gt;. it &lt;strong&gt;does&lt;/strong&gt; not make a difference. yup. im questioning my true importance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, im really starting to see how other people are truly like and frankly, im rather taken aback. i see an assortment of different personalities now - bootlicker, hypocrites, attention seekers. perhaps im as bad, but i never expected all these. i have realised that ive been seeing the world in black and white, and now other colours have emerged rather unexpectedly. but yea, ive gotta face it. reality bites. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im also really, really guilty. of my thoughts (that arent necessarily told to anyone). im guilty for thinking in certain ways, for example, calling some not-to-be-mentioned people names such as bootlicker and so on. but i cant seem to prevent myself from thinking in that manner. yes, im bad. im very very bad. so sue me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to dad: thanks. &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/6680908-108159333797268703?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108159333797268703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108159333797268703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108159333797268703' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108152038501741693</id><published>2004-04-09T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T22:23:34.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a reason to start over new, and the reason is you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-heaves a sigh- liverpool lost! to that disgusting stuck up arsenal! my heart has shattered and no glue can ever mend it again. ))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, reality is unpleasant. its like an outright slap in your face, the icy fist that clenches your very heart. ive already tried, but to no avail. or maybe you cant bear to associate yourself with me. or perhaps i suck too much. -shrugs- its common knowledge that i suck anyway; it should be written in the book of never-truer facts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are really drama-mama at the moment. hopefully, things will be ironed out, although no eraser will be able to erase the hurt that will inevitably remain. there will still be a smudge, a trace, of what has happened and will always remain. however, we can use the most effective eraser to erase the situation. all is not lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy moly. there are three exams next week and i have not started studying. and there is an added bonus- chinese. -shudders- honestly, i will kiss the ground if i actually pass this time round. however, that is a one-in-a-million chance. -smiles sheepishly- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey gal when you suck up its really quite obvious ya know.&lt;/em&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/6680908-108152038501741693?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108152038501741693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108152038501741693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108152038501741693' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108151036515999814</id><published>2004-04-09T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T19:36:34.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you got me spinning around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Count backwards, 5 4 3 2 1, before you get too heated and turned&lt;br /&gt; on, (This guy),&lt;br /&gt;You should have learned your lessons all them times before, youve&lt;br /&gt; been bruised youve been broken,&lt;br /&gt;Then theres my mind sayin think before you go, through that door&lt;br /&gt; it could lead you nowhere, (This guy)&lt;br /&gt;Has got you all romantic, crazy in your head,do you think id listen,&lt;br /&gt; no i dont care,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't focus I can't stop,&lt;br /&gt;You got me spinning round, &lt;br /&gt;round, round, round (Like a record),&lt;br /&gt;I can't focus it's too hot (Inside), &lt;br /&gt;You'll never get to Heaven if you're scared of getting high,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, boy, Let &lt;br /&gt;me keep freakin around,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get down,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a red blooded woman, what's &lt;br /&gt;the point in hanging round,&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna keep turning it down, When this girl wants to rock&lt;br /&gt; with you.(x2)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im loving that song...Kylie's red blooded woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister went clubbing yesterday. for some reason that i cannot fathom, i find that thought hilarious. god knows why. and she actually drank rum. ooh, rum rum rum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i am currently in some kind of delirious mood, and am therefore typing crap before my dense brain can actually process the rubbish i am typing. so pardon me, will you? haha. -slaps self-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps im too hyped up over the liverpool versus arsenal match which is commencing in...oh...two minutes. wow. that leaves me two minutes to type whatever junk i want to stuff this blog with. go me. -claps like a maniac and pats self on back-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant describe how much arsenal sucks. the overly cocky Arsene Wenger just about kills me. im sorry to all avid arsenal fans out there, but, as ive said before, its &lt;u&gt;my&lt;/u&gt; opinion. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh mama. i can hear the commentators voice emitting squeakily from the telly. hurhur. i shall leave you now to wallow in my crappy words that will pour out of your computer just as water does out of a rusty displacement can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that didnt make sense, did it? i &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;told&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; you so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-108151036515999814?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108151036515999814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108151036515999814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108151036515999814' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108143528149448658</id><published>2004-04-08T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T22:47:04.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but they're all on me like they wanna hold hands&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These chicks don't even know the name of my band...&lt;br /&gt;But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands...&lt;br /&gt;Cuz once I blow they know that i'll be the man...&lt;br /&gt;All because I'm the lead singer of my band...&lt;br /&gt;My Band! My Band! My Band! My Band! My Band!&lt;br /&gt;My Band! My Band! My Band! My Bannnnnnnnnnnnd!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really in a vortex of confusion and depression. this year has been really eventful and although it is certainly better than last year, many changes has occurred. things will never be the same again, despite our attempts. it will not be the 5 again. and im also rather &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;disappointed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. people are, in reality, not the people i thought they were. its completely different. i often wonder why people behave the way they do. this probably fuels my desire to be a psychologist. anyhow, some people do things to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;impress&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; others, without sparing a thought for the victims. others change &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not for the good of changing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, but to abscond from further trouble. its hard to figure it out, really. however, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;old grudges&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; tend to cloud my thinking and judgement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im really pleased. thanks, &lt;strong&gt;city chain.&lt;/strong&gt; you guys at city chain totally rock my socks. -beams-  &lt;strong&gt;maxell&lt;/strong&gt; too. ((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;literature was rather interesting today. miss liem, or rather, miss ver, was telling us ghost stories and recounting her past when she lived in a "haunted" house. she spent nearly the entire lesson on ghost stories and thankfully saved me from eternal boredom by refraining from discussing the story "my bird" with us. my bird is the most god-forsakenly boring story on earth. sure, there is brilliant use of imagery and language, but its really dreary and that is enough to kill me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant decide on whether i should take pure lit or sub lit. i love both geography and lit, so im rather in a dilemma. also, i cant decide if i should take triple science or not. it seems that many people are discouraging me; perhaps its for their advantage and benefit. i dunno. -shakes suspicions away-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arc was extremely eventful. ok, that was the understatement of the century (as usual). there was this heated row between phoenix and carmen. im not sure how the situation is gonna turn out. but we sure pissed mr tan off today. it was pretty obvious that he wasnt in the best of moods. i dont feel like going into the details of the row, as im quite sure that everyone who reads this blog is mainly from arc and will know what happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really think that what &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;some people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; say is true - im honestly dumb, as well as lazy. now, that cant be a good combination, isnt it? anyhow, i cant stand everyone competing against one another in terms of results. it really gets on my nerves sometimes. results arent the only thing that matters, although the current society makes paper qualifications imperative. some people care for nought but studies, and it frustrates me. no offence intended, by the way. however, please do not reiterate on the tagboard or something, as this is my opinion and i would appreciate it if you will respect it, much as i would respect yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my. i got rather worked up in the above paragraph, didnt i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i shall now proudly present the song joanne, germy and i composed in class. it even has a tune and is classified under the rock genre. hurhur. but im not gonna sing it for you as i have absolutely no desire to pay for the broken windows that will result from my singing. so, i shall kindly type the lyrics for you to appreciate. haha. the song is called "for me", by the way. and, germy has kindly requested that i put the song up. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;verse 1&lt;br /&gt;dont you understand&lt;br /&gt;that i dont wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;who're u tryna kid&lt;br /&gt;we're not like the couples you see&lt;br /&gt;what're you tryna say&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand you, at all&lt;br /&gt;you've led me to a freefall&lt;br /&gt;and i dont wanna see you no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;stop lying to yourself&lt;br /&gt;stop lying to me&lt;br /&gt;we're not like the couples you see on tv&lt;br /&gt;its not like you've been there &lt;br /&gt;whenever i was down&lt;br /&gt;its not like you've always &lt;br /&gt;been around&lt;br /&gt;for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verse 2&lt;br /&gt;its turning dark&lt;br /&gt;and the lights on the path is out&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand what this is really about&lt;br /&gt;the lies that you told me&lt;br /&gt;i actually believed&lt;br /&gt;and now someone please save me &lt;br /&gt;from my misery&lt;br /&gt;cos you were never there for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus x 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verse 3&lt;br /&gt;so dont come a knocking right at my door&lt;br /&gt;because i wont be there no more &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of you may find this absolute crap, but we three are real proud of it. i mean, it goes really well with the tune and joanne claims that it is better than some songs on the radio. yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so sleepy. i guess i shall go catch the last twenty minutes of american idol and go to sleep.&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/6680908-108143528149448658?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108143528149448658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108143528149448658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108143528149448658' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108134988565860891</id><published>2004-04-07T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T23:03:22.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;did you think that i was gonna give it up to you this time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You held my hand and walked me home, I know&lt;br /&gt;Why you gave me the kiss, it was something like this, it made me go oh oh&lt;br /&gt;You wiped my tears, got rid of all my fears, why did you have to go&lt;br /&gt;Guess it wasn't enough to take up some of my love, guys are so hard to trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I not tell you that I'm not like that&lt;br /&gt;Girl the one who gives it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you think that I was gonna give it up to you, this time&lt;br /&gt;Did you think that it was somethin' I was gonna do, and cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to tell me what to do, don't try to tell me what to say&lt;br /&gt;You're better off that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think that your charm and the fact that your arm is now around my neck&lt;br /&gt;Will get you into my pants, I'll have to kick your ass and make you never forget&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna ask you to stop, thought I liked you a lot, but I'm really upset&lt;br /&gt;Get outta my head, get off of my bed, yeah that's what I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I not tell you that I'm not like that&lt;br /&gt;Girl the one who throws it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you think that I was gonna give it up to you, this time&lt;br /&gt;Did you think it was something I was gonna do, and cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to tell me what to do, don't try to tell me what to say&lt;br /&gt;You're better off that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guilt trip that you put on me won't mess me up cuz I've done no wrong&lt;br /&gt;Any thoughts of you and me have gone away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you think that I was gonna give it up to you, this time&lt;br /&gt;Did you think it was something I was gonna do and cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to tell me what to do, don't try to tell me what to say&lt;br /&gt;You're better off that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better off that way&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off alone anyway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh...im majorly pissed. typed an entry and my computer just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to screw up. -conks the bloody computer-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, today has been, not surprisingly, annoying. we had robotics training and our rcx screwed up. we had to download firmware a total of &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;five&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; times. we wasted nearly three quarters of the lesson just waiting for the bloody firmware to download. and of course, the program screwed up too, as the firmware disappeared. therefore, we had to redo the entire drop off mission. technically, we did not achieve anything this session. -seethes in anger-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. lady luck is not with us today. she never seems to be. -touch wood-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am, frankly, amazed that i have not felt any after effects of pft. i had prophesised that i would suffer from sore muscles and stiffer-than-cardboard joints. and i have been proven wrong. apparently, im not that good a psychic after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sales have been pretty good lately. thanks, aunt michelle, for being so supportive! (((: and thanks to all our ( effervescence) valuable customers too, although some of you are obliged to, not willingly, purchase our goods. you guys rock my socks man. although it seems like, shy as i am, im the bravest to actually approach teachers. \: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was also pretty pleased as we received three letters, albeit rejections. however, it was enough to put a smile on my face. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gawd. life stinks. metaphorically, of course. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all those who are currently suffering from bouts of depression (including me) : cheer up ladayes! (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah. i have made a new layout. now, that is pretty obvious, aint it? out of the kindness of my heart, i shall tell those visually impaired people who have not realised that i have changed the layout. im really, really proud of the picture, i did it &lt;strong&gt;myself&lt;/strong&gt;! i had learnt how to blend photos two days ago and this is my second blend. yah, i know that it is simple-pimple and all, but im still really proud of it. (((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleagh. hafta do homework now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680908-108134988565860891?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108134988565860891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108134988565860891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108134988565860891' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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-6680908.post-108126554779693625</id><published>2004-04-06T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T23:36:13.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you live through every tantrum, you see through every lie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want you always.... (4)&lt;br /&gt;I never minded calling You a King&lt;br /&gt;If that meant that I could count on You&lt;br /&gt;To give me everything&lt;br /&gt;I never thought to ask You&lt;br /&gt;I always thought You knew&lt;br /&gt;It was never my intention to question You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never minded calling me a child&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that's how I acted all the while&lt;br /&gt;But You live through every tantrum, You see through every lie&lt;br /&gt;Though they seem to be more common&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted You to know why oh why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unforgetful You, unforgetful&lt;br /&gt;Unforgetful You, so unforgetful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never minded giving us the stars&lt;br /&gt;Then showing us how blind and unaware of You we are&lt;br /&gt;You painted me a picture and showed me how to see&lt;br /&gt;Though I just won't behold it&lt;br /&gt;Unless it pertains to me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had PFT today. ahhh. it was hunky-dory, i guess. haha. although i did better than i expected for shuttle run. however, thats mainly because i had images of sharks lurking at the back of my mind. (: on the other hand, my inclined pull ups and standing broad jump were simply abysmal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so sleepy these days. grrr. ive been going to bed at around 12 almost every night and im certainly sleep-deprived. bleagh. being sleep deprived isnt very pleasant, especially when i have a knack of falling asleep during lessons, despite my futile attempts to stay awake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has been a flurry of activity the past week. &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/6680908-108126554779693625?l=enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108126554779693625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680908/posts/default/108126554779693625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchanted-reverie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108126554779693625' title=''/><author><name>delle :)</name><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>
