<?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-8512564509743319436</id><updated>2012-02-17T11:02:18.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Precious Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-794729971027532643</id><published>2011-11-22T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T18:37:04.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALIVE AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't bloged in a long time..&lt;br /&gt;But that's not the main reason I'm blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a match ytd for the T-net cup against Zheng Hua. We won 47-13 I think.&lt;br /&gt;It was like the 1st official match after what-months? yeah.. So basically, I was really excited and happy and glad and elated and... well, all the positive-happy emotions. Haha.... seriously, you can't deny that after being deprived of a proper match for so long, you won't feel elated at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always question my feelings towards basketball. I mean, being in the sport for like... 7 years I'm bound to feel something about it. When other people ask me why I joined bball, my first thought would be - I had no choice. It has always been like that. Then I would say, because I like it. But everytime I say that, it felt more of a "model answer" than what I really felt about bball. I have never truly felt passion for bball that sustains long. The feeling only surfaces occationally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder what the heck and why the hell am I doing it for. Training just seemed like physical and mental torture to me at times. I tried to convince myself that it is for the best but somehow, it just couldn't get in. I look at my teammates and wonder what is it that anchors them deep down so much that they would do almost anything to torture themselves. Then I look back at myself. Why do I resent? More importantly, why do I resign after that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had never occured to me until yesterday during the match, at the peak of my emotions. The joy and satisfactory you get from scoring every goal, from performing well, from winning... They give you a boost, a boost that tells you what you have worked so hard for and what you had been through to get it. Then, it is also the boost that made me realise that... actually, I do like the sport. I thought back to the times I felt like this and found that this is what I am doing for. And my friends out there, my teammates and many more. It is because of bball, I get to know so many people, and so many of them are what you would call "stars" of the next generation. I gained so much, so much, from this sport. I won't say my life of 15 years 10 months and 9 days a waste or a failure because of all I've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've said this, I wish for those who thinks that life sucks. Look for something that you have done that signifies your significance in your life. If you have inspired someone, you can do it again, be it the fact that you know or not, despite the amount. Look back at your goals, look back at your achievements. There will be something you are proud of that you can hold on to. Sure there will be ups and downs in life but to overcome them is another thing altogether. If you hold on, you will prevail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-794729971027532643?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/794729971027532643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=794729971027532643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/794729971027532643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/794729971027532643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2011/11/alive-again.html' title='Alive Again'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-5038922169023260592</id><published>2011-09-11T21:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T23:31:11.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk About "Chinese Drama"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TALK ABOUT "CHINESE DRAMA"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I just finished watching a chinese drama. It's called "天下第一". The reason I watched it is because my sister's new idol acts in that show. I like the show. It's funny and it's in 古装.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm halfway through another chinese drama and it's called "八仙全传". I watched it for the same reason. This one is also in 古装 but is more interesting than funny and my stupid computer just dun wana load the videos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another one I wana watch but haven't come out yet. Probably end of year? This one's called "欢乐元帅". Also for the same reason and also in 古装. And this one is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can probably see, I like watching chinese dramas. Reason:&lt;br /&gt;1) They are very intsresting.&lt;br /&gt;2) They are in 古装.&lt;br /&gt;3) They have really good actors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, actually I do, actors here are so different from actors overseas. I'm not critisizing actors here but everytime I watch drama from here, I feel more like I am watching the actors rather than watching the character that the actors are supposed to be acting. And sometimes, when it's just an advertisment or a preview, I can see how unreal and forced it is. That is actually one of the reason I stopped watching dramas here since P5 which was... 4 years ago. That is, until "边缘父子".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, another big problem is nowadays, people here don't really know how to speak chinese properly. Non-chinese aside cause they don't have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to hide this fact but because I know I will feel really bad if I say it out so I'm typing it down:&lt;br /&gt;I feel really embarassed when I go out with you guy and you all had to request others to speak in english and when you guys speak in chinese, it's total crap.&lt;br /&gt;It's like they can speak chinese better that you guys. I know you all would say that if you can speak but cannot write, you still fail. It's true but I would say, if you learn a language, you should be able to speak in it fluently with proper pronounciation and write proper sentence in it. But of course I won't say that because I am not that good yet. However, what I will say is, you are a chinese and you are disgracing yourself if you do not speak proper chinese even if you know how to write in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I won't deny that I am a pro-chinese and I feel proud that my ancestors are from China and that my dad is not from here. Most importantly, I feel proud to be a chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can understand that you guys don't speak chinese because of your families but requesting other people to speak in english is-as I interprete it- telling them that you don't know how to speak in chinese which brings back my point of disgracing yourself. Seriously, even students from schools that are not as good as ours can speak chinese better than you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first impression of our school is "chinese speaking school". After I came in, I never used chinese to talk other than in chinese lesson/to chinese teachers or talking to people that came from China. Frankly speaking, I felt disappointed but it's good in a sense that my english did improve because of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It dosn't only happen to you guys and do NOT think that my whole famile speaks chinese. My cousins doesn't. I was very fustrated after hearing what my aunt said. The story goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;I share the same chinese tuition teacher as my that cousin. So one day during my tuition, my teacher told me that my cousin always speaks in english. She replies you in english when you ask or talk to her in chinese. I made a note to tell my aunt the next time she comes to my house. After I told her, she reprimanded my cousin. Of course I suggested that they start speaking in chinese, at least when other people talk to them in chinese. The reply I got was what ticked me off. It was from my aunt after she scolded my cousin. This is what she said: "no lah, we are an english-speaking family."&lt;br /&gt;Now YOU tell me how her scolding is going to work on her daughter. How will she improve? And WHAT is the point of sending her for CHINESE tuition?&lt;br /&gt;English-speaking family because the dad is not of chinese roots, fine. But sending her to chinese tuition and refusing to speak in chinese? RUBBISH. A waste of money. Might as well change your mother tongue to english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me say this again. I am proud to be a chinese. Next time if I have a house, I'm gona put a sign that says: No Entering If You Don't Speak Chinese When You Are A Chinese Unless You Are Not A Chinese. And that includes relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that you guys can at least not show how bad your chinese is in the form of oral communication. At least learn to understand what they are saying in chinese. I don't want to feel embarrased because of that. I really don't want to. If I were from a school that is not as good as our school, I would fell like punching your face. I would be thinking that you guys are freaking "high class" people that looks down on us because you think that chinese is "low class" language. I don't mean that is real. Just what I would be thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I do appreciate the fact that some of you speak to me in chinese. Thank you. And I really feel like scolding those that speaks weird chinese after comming to our school when they had perfect abilities to speak in chinese, no- when they &lt;em&gt;spoke&lt;/em&gt; in perfect chinese before they entered our school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just my thoughts. I could write a whole argument on it which I think I did already. I feel better now after typing it out. Hope you will consider my points?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-5038922169023260592?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5038922169023260592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=5038922169023260592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/5038922169023260592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/5038922169023260592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2011/09/talk-about-chinese-drama.html' title='Talk About &quot;Chinese Drama&quot;'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-4948124971731494126</id><published>2011-08-25T00:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T01:03:00.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of What I Find Interesting 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PICTURES OF WHAT I FIND INTERESTING 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have some pictures for you guys!&lt;br /&gt;I was just feeling pictury so I decided to post it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FhyC0woQ3Fo/TlUoVRB5DXI/AAAAAAAAAMk/c7VuOKvdoUQ/s1600/Photo-0342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644462053792484722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FhyC0woQ3Fo/TlUoVRB5DXI/AAAAAAAAAMk/c7VuOKvdoUQ/s400/Photo-0342.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inez and I were doin our usual stuffs in the Chem lab and it includes drawing on the big white board behind after we were allowed to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was writing singer's name so I wrote down my idol's with a red marker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The marker was so fine that you could see each letters clearly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the actual size:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oyGMOw0rXmA/TlUlExUni7I/AAAAAAAAALU/UVcFhadXpNw/s1600/Photo-0343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644458471868304306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oyGMOw0rXmA/TlUlExUni7I/AAAAAAAAALU/UVcFhadXpNw/s400/Photo-0343.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes... It's that one little red line in the middle of nowhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I went to Inez's house and played with Finni. It is a girl and I've gotta say, she's really bouncy and cute :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I saw this on one of the shelf:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aQYIdlMuzt8/TlUqfSt93kI/AAAAAAAAAMs/X0yY37oeSsM/s1600/Photo-0340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644464425067732546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aQYIdlMuzt8/TlUqfSt93kI/AAAAAAAAAMs/X0yY37oeSsM/s400/Photo-0340.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Finni's "new" toy. The one that haven't got bitten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So cute...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, that reminded me of my own tortise. She laid 2 eggs and destroyed it... Good eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a totally different thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5urHHQi5V7A/TlUlmSm5kAI/AAAAAAAAAMM/zaMUXIuKgVg/s1600/Photo-0341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644459047739035650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5urHHQi5V7A/TlUlmSm5kAI/AAAAAAAAAMM/zaMUXIuKgVg/s400/Photo-0341.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to keep myself awake in class so I kinda wrote down the lyrics of Secrets by OneRepublic (the one on the right) and Just So You Know by my idol (the one on the left)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so happy after my B'day this year coz I really love my presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first was taken shortly after my B'dae: (for those who's wondering, the notebooks and de mickey mouse team necklace is from my teammates and the other necklace is frm Mel)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is sth wrong with de posting...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The second one is just me doing work on my table and realising what a mess it was. So I took a pic of it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aOJunOSklZs/TlUlFkg2JXI/AAAAAAAAAL0/K7xp0SWaWJQ/s1600/Photo-0110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644458485609801074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aOJunOSklZs/TlUlFkg2JXI/AAAAAAAAAL0/K7xp0SWaWJQ/s400/Photo-0110.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6BWhB5SW9V8/TlUlmF_KrGI/AAAAAAAAAME/0Q7tVBeMbVM/s1600/Photo-0306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644459044351159394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6BWhB5SW9V8/TlUlmF_KrGI/AAAAAAAAAME/0Q7tVBeMbVM/s400/Photo-0306.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hkGq5gn1Svg/TlUll_JZZvI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Fi9YUyJ2Urw/s1600/Photo-0223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644459042515019506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hkGq5gn1Svg/TlUll_JZZvI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Fi9YUyJ2Urw/s400/Photo-0223.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hkGq5gn1Svg/TlUll_JZZvI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Fi9YUyJ2Urw/s1600/Photo-0223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644459042515019506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hkGq5gn1Svg/TlUll_JZZvI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Fi9YUyJ2Urw/s400/Photo-0223.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This teapot is my mum's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's strawberry chocolate plus milk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Works of my own blending of de strawberry chocolate and milk which (of course) taste really damn awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh look! What's that?:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UVp30EEpoQ4/TlUlmXvI1cI/AAAAAAAAAMU/xS72Sp2jOnM/s1600/Photo-0347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644459049115768258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UVp30EEpoQ4/TlUlmXvI1cI/AAAAAAAAAMU/xS72Sp2jOnM/s400/Photo-0347.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ain't is awesome?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ain't it cool?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanna know what the heck it is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT"S MY NEW COMPUTER MOUSE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cgvQ8UWOOxo/TlUlmqIpm6I/AAAAAAAAAMc/DQmd7oQf5pY/s1600/Photo-0350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644459054054611874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cgvQ8UWOOxo/TlUlmqIpm6I/AAAAAAAAAMc/DQmd7oQf5pY/s400/Photo-0350.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, stylo-milo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yepp, so that is the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you enjoyed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-4948124971731494126?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4948124971731494126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=4948124971731494126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/4948124971731494126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/4948124971731494126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2011/08/pictures-of-what-i-find-interesting-1.html' title='Pictures of What I Find Interesting 1'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FhyC0woQ3Fo/TlUoVRB5DXI/AAAAAAAAAMk/c7VuOKvdoUQ/s72-c/Photo-0342.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-4329473234585288794</id><published>2011-08-18T19:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T20:57:24.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One-shot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE-SHOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in class the other day and I kinda let one of my classmate read my story. Ok, it was a random paragraph. So, she told me it was too discriptive and that I could use some imagery. I thought about it and realised that it was true. So one fine day on the way home in the bus a few days ago, I wrote this other short chapter which has nothing to do with my other random crappy stories. It's a one-shot. So, on with it! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Leonard leaned on the sofa. He switch on the TV.The programme that appeared on the screen was a soap opera which was a top hit in the area recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He liked the show. He love how the plot went. The villians being the most hated and irritating people, the good were constantly bullied and betrayed... It was cliché, but that's what he liked: pridictable yet complicated. His favourite actor, as predicted, is the most beautiful girl in the show. Although he knew her features were enhanced by the make up applied on her face, he still think that her original no-make-up features were actually that sharp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, she made her appearence on screen. He took in every detail of her face, every detail of her dress and every detail of her posture. He have to admit, it was her posture that made her so attractive... inviting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you looking at, idiot?" A hand pushed his head, making him jerk. A body flipped over the sofa and flopped down beside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quovy (AN: It's pronounced "ko-vee")... I'm hundred percent sure that you know what I'm looking at, " he grumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whack!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ou! That hurts." He gave her a hurtful look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whack!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! What was that for? You can't be jealous of a TV girl, can you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She crossed her arms and turned away. &lt;em&gt;Sheesh! Why are girls so sensative sometimes?&lt;/em&gt; He mover himself closer to her and place his hands on her shoulders. She wanted to shrug him off but thought against it. She was just playing with him. She wasn't really jealous or anything, she just wanted to teach him a lesson for being so horny. He pulled her closer to him so that she is practically lying on his side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on Quovy, you know that she's just my... um... idol... She's different from you. I can't live without you baby. You know that right? I will always love you," he started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niqueova couldn't hold it in anymore. She burst out laughing at Leonard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was just playing with you!" She chimed. Relief was evident on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look at how you look like!" She continued to teast him. When she stopped, she met his eyes. For a momment, she thought she saw a mischievious glint in them. &lt;em&gt;Oh no, please not that, pleast not that&lt;/em&gt;, she prayed in her heart. Without warning, his fingers were all over her, trying to get her weak spot. Once he got it, he wriggled his fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah! No, no! Hahaha!... N-ah! Haha... Ekk! Ok! Ok!, You win!" she screamed. He paused for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sure?" He asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes! Yes!" She laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He resumed his position on the sofa with a satisfied smile. She took a while to calm down then lay her head on his thigh. They stayed in silnce while he stroked her. Leonard's idol made her second appearence on screen. She was his idol and he really admired her beauty be it enhanced in one way or not. However, there's one thing he couldn't deny: no matter how beautiful she is, she cannot be compared to Niqueova. He love Niqueova. She was there when he needed her most and she would alwasy support him no matter what he does. He couldn't live without her. It was just really... unimaginable...&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The names were just random. Did I mention that I gave myself a girly name and a neutral but boyish sounding name? Well, you know my boyish sounding name (it's the one I sign off with) and my girly name is, as you've seen on top in the story, it's Niqueova. &lt;em&gt;Classy&lt;/em&gt;. Anyway, just drop ur comments in the tag box. I'll check, don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-4329473234585288794?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4329473234585288794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=4329473234585288794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/4329473234585288794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/4329473234585288794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-shot.html' title='One-shot'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-6057804648870182108</id><published>2011-07-31T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T22:00:46.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Epi 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RANDOM EPI 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hello again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been doing what I should be doing lately like for one, sending u guys updates of my story... and I have been quite a dissappointment this year for a start. Bad start I suppose... It's half a year already and I still... somehow, feel like there is something holding me back. Is it a longing for something? I don't exactly know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's pre-exam stress or it's just some nutty part of me or it is the little child in me that's trying to break free of the constrains holding it down. I'm getting sick and tired of having to lie so many times and knowing it's because I didn't do anything that caused it to happen. Half a year seem so long now that I can't really pinpoint what is when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I have dremt of have super powers that allow me to relax or vent my anger with like, say, blasting random pieces of useless junk into nothingness or flying without anybody to care about. But that's not going to happen unless some random asteriod with funny acto-plasmic readings crashes straight into my room and on to me and passes some of de funny acto-plasmic thingy into me. Then, I'll probable be the first singaporean that has that kind of weird powers.&lt;br /&gt;Geez... What's with me and fantasy?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going to be a drunkard when I'm old enough. I see traits in me which may just lead to that becoming a fact... Of course there will be health implementation but it's just me I suppose... Not to mention I might just be a disappointment from now on. Wait, I am already a disappointment to my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I guess I'm freaking you out. Maybe it'll only last a while. Then again, humans are unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... That's enough I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-6057804648870182108?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6057804648870182108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=6057804648870182108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/6057804648870182108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/6057804648870182108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2011/07/random-epi-11.html' title='Random Epi 12'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-3426429802350139472</id><published>2011-05-02T00:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T01:37:40.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Epi 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RANDOM EPI 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what happened to my previous posts coz there's supposed to have spacing btwn each paragraph. Guess that's what happens when you edit ur blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just finished reading The Age of Five trilogy. I was told by my friends that it has a sucky ending. I think it wasn't that bad. It was... ok... I've got no other words to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;Well, despite the not so nice ending, what caught me attention is the way Trudi Canavan writes. She captures me in a way that no matter how hard I try to put down the book, I just can't bring myself to put it down. I don't think she won't catch me again in her next trilogy, The Traitor Spy trilogy, no matter how boring it is. The theories that she came out with surprises me sometimes and I gotta admit that it is hard to come up with plausible reasonings and theories and possible ways of explanation. That, is 1 reason I'm so slow in my own writing. But nonetheless, I love writing because of these challenges and it is fun to psyco other ppl into believing you. haha. I am evil...BEWARE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at my sunset painting, I can't really believe that it was made by me. I didn't know that I can do something so well such that I get so many approvals from my friends. It is indeed a happy thing worthy of celebration. To tell you the truth, I didn't have enough paint to edit it so the left side of the painting look bad. The yellow didn't end properly. I didn't even know what I was doing. I made a few mistakes which became a plus point for the painting though. Haha... bet u didn't know...(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I learn fast... from my mistakes and cover them up just as fast. I think it just reflects my actions in every other aspects of my life. I'm a good liar and I don't deny that. I found out that I lie everyday on average and I lie without a blink of an eye. It would just come out smoothly. Years of practise I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's lessons always teaches us to forgive and forget. I always hope people do that but it can hardly be right without lies... I myself can't forgive people who do that.&lt;br /&gt;There's another thing that I can't, or maybe cannot really, forgive and forget. That is the preechings ppl do in my face be it on the internet or in front of me. No matter the religion, I would feel irritated. I mean, if your god is so good, why don't I see everybody benifit from your god in your cult? In my eyes, preeching equates to down grading your own religion. I am saying this especially to christians coz u ppl love to preech so much it hurts my ears. Sorry. No harm intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should stop. Least anyone gets angry. But this is how I feel and there's no changing it. The more you preech, the more I will hate your religion. Really. It has this opposite effect on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should end my post here. Go think about it. I am serious about the preeching thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-3426429802350139472?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3426429802350139472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=3426429802350139472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/3426429802350139472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/3426429802350139472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2011/05/random-epi-11.html' title='Random Epi 11'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-1542525895347587277</id><published>2011-04-07T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T21:57:46.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Epi 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RANDOM EPI 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Happy 10th/Double-Digit Random Post! It is my 1oth random episode! Wow. I love number #11. It brings back a lot of memories n well, let's just say I have an affinity with this number (: Serious bittersweet instances, both are, but ah well, life goes on. Suddenly, I dun feel much desire to post. Must be the post-exam period when the stress level goes down... hm......... Havin Chocettes Black Forest........... I think Ryan Higa is freakin cool n he does look kinda 帅... Really... I practically laughed at every single one of his videos. Haha... now I'm a fan of his! Of course, my biggest idol is still Jesse McCartney... hahahahahahahahaha..... Anyway, I'm readin a book: Priestess of the White. I think it's ok but my sis said there's "不良内容" in it so er... dun tell my sis I'm readin it. She won't read my blog... I'm pretty sure...I'm sure... I'm kinda... I'm not really... I'm not... Oh I'm sure she won't read my blog... Heh heh... Havin a match tmr with SCGS... Gonna be a tough fight. Congrads to netballers! 加油 in your upcomming matches! Have a peaceful and pleasant day! -NIQUE-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-1542525895347587277?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1542525895347587277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=1542525895347587277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/1542525895347587277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/1542525895347587277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2011/04/random-epi-11.html' title='Random Epi 10'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-3616791249490602226</id><published>2011-03-31T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T20:16:34.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Agents of Secret Stuff"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"AGENTS OF SECRET STUFFS"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kMy-6RtoOVU?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;Yo Guys, watch it. It's absolutely worth your 35 mins n 1 sec. -NIQUE-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-3616791249490602226?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3616791249490602226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=3616791249490602226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/3616791249490602226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/3616791249490602226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2011/03/agents-of-secret-stuff.html' title='&quot;Agents of Secret Stuff&quot;'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/kMy-6RtoOVU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-6693455230908300107</id><published>2011-03-27T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T21:55:45.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunsets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUNSETS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I finished another painting of a sunset. It's better than the 1 I painted b4. The light's not good so it looks kinda&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-byb2Y9apYJ8/TZCQn4Jaw5I/AAAAAAAAALI/vd0oZzYFJt4/s1600/Photo-0170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589126152327971730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-byb2Y9apYJ8/TZCQn4Jaw5I/AAAAAAAAALI/vd0oZzYFJt4/s400/Photo-0170.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dull. Anyway, tell me if it's nice or not. Just drop a comment on the tag box. Please do. I need comments... I mixed the colours long and hard to get the colour right. But I seem to think that it looks wrong somewhere... hm... wana point it out? Ah... i feel the need to improve in my painting skills. Believe it or not, I used to hate painting coz I thought it was a big trouble to take out the paints and brushes n take the water "&lt;em&gt;eteca&lt;/em&gt;" (Yes, I just watched "Off The Pill: Farts"). But now, I find it hard to do sunsets on paper with pencils and I do have the tendency to &lt;em&gt;painting&lt;/em&gt; instead of &lt;em&gt;drawing&lt;/em&gt; sunsets. I guess that's just me. (: Well, speaking of sunset, today is a &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RCDy7dUSDG4/TY8_h5dv7QI/AAAAAAAAAK4/C1z19qsR3_k/s1600/Photo-0169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588755514183904514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RCDy7dUSDG4/TY8_h5dv7QI/AAAAAAAAAK4/C1z19qsR3_k/s400/Photo-0169.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;beautiful day with haze all over the air. It kinda made everything look surreal... Then there's this sunset at... 7.30 I think. Or maybe it's 7. Yeah, I know that the buildings are kinda 杀风景... Can't help it... But still, it's pretty. Frankly, speaking, the colour looks much better through the eye rather than through my camera... I like the colour gradient. And the sky colour is supposed to be red, not yellow... Oh whatever... My mum's acting kinda weird after she came back from Hong Kong... Ok, I'm not gona say what she did... You're just gonna laugh ur ass out. Haha Having competition tomorrow... Against Anglican High. Hm, let's hope for the best. There's no saying what will happen. And for those who takes physics, gambatte! -NIQUE-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-6693455230908300107?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6693455230908300107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=6693455230908300107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/6693455230908300107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/6693455230908300107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2011/03/random-epi-10.html' title='Sunsets'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-byb2Y9apYJ8/TZCQn4Jaw5I/AAAAAAAAALI/vd0oZzYFJt4/s72-c/Photo-0170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-1543467496946479004</id><published>2011-03-15T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T18:02:53.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Epi 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RANDOM EPI 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know sth? The last weekend was like slack time for evbd... It's like after having self-study for say... 5 consecutive days in the library while everybody else in in pulao ubin havin fun... nobody really feel like studying much in the weekends... With of course, the addition of the tiredness of having trainings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, training on monday morning, outdoor court. It wasn that bad though... I think I need her to knock more sense into me by doing that drill. I guess I was too used to stay outside while everything is happening inside. Trying to improve. I know I am fast. Just I don't have the mindset that says "I can".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went to Amanda's house. Ended up watching "Haunted Changi" while we're supposed to be studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1 thing I was suprised was that the momment I stepped in, I asked Amanda, "why is there a cat in your house?" It was staring right at me. Well, apparently Abraca (I think it is spelt that way) ran into her house 1 fine day, got chased out, then came back again. So there you go, a new addition into her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I like about that cat is that it dosn have anothing against me but it likes my hair:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--HLuqlKm4qs/TX8fxEC9UoI/AAAAAAAAAKY/pz3_KIG3IZI/s1600/189872_10150126462774686_707574685_6326311_2942717_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584216990722904706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--HLuqlKm4qs/TX8fxEC9UoI/AAAAAAAAAKY/pz3_KIG3IZI/s400/189872_10150126462774686_707574685_6326311_2942717_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah, preddy much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kept snuggling into me. Ha. It was playing with my hair so Amanda decided to take a pic n posted it on facebook. Haha. And when I turned around, it gave me a straight cum innocent face... Fine... Wdv...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still like it anyway. I think Im gona go again...hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished a painting of a sunset. I blu-tacked it onto my wall. It wasnt the perfect 1 but still, I'm not that good at paints. Practise makes perfect :)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am more appealing to animals when I am stinky or maybe just after training. Idk why but it happened alot of times with Steff's dogs and apparently Amanda's cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, slept in till 11 plus from last night. Had finished a bottle of Bacardi Brizzel Orange flavoured. 6.3% according to my sis n I tot it was 4.3%. Opps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with my grandmother. Met Sec 1 XDs at Central on the way home. They went to the library. I was like, “你们无聊啊？” Then Cheryl was like,"No DD, is their idea not me &lt;em&gt;*surrenders and points to other sec 1s*&lt;/em&gt; " with the "I am so innocent" look. HAHAHAHAHA. And my grandmother was there. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... I am still slacking now and listening to Jesse McCartney. Haha. Tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-1543467496946479004?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1543467496946479004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=1543467496946479004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/1543467496946479004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/1543467496946479004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2011/03/random-epi-9.html' title='Random Epi 9'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--HLuqlKm4qs/TX8fxEC9UoI/AAAAAAAAAKY/pz3_KIG3IZI/s72-c/189872_10150126462774686_707574685_6326311_2942717_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-5785269204427374815</id><published>2011-03-06T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T18:02:27.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures I Drew</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PICTURES I DREW &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some are not really nice but yeah... Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one, I drew when a Taiwan author came to give a talk:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580993888714343122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ha-2YkA7fo/TXOsX1ZxwtI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C_ZotatV8ZA/s400/Photo-0116.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I drew this on sand... Out of inspiration...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580993887592417602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8b-iYxgAUIE/TXOsXxOSiUI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/lNI1TFSXgxM/s400/Photo122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one I drew recently:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580993891925794162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5qrLyX0coXc/TXOsYBXcnXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/LS-Qgk9cf9w/s400/Photo-0139.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the full picture: &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580993882972277586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEqBlk0XyKM/TXOsXgAwy1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/DyJf7_BLF7g/s400/Photo-0133.jpg" /&gt; This few came out before de 1 above:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581000721000988210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZxZ6gmkjy0/TXOylhp2fjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/DQ-aipdQwN8/s400/Photo-0136.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UjcxA6gqmc0/TXOmH0TIHcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/oGtXm-E0Pek/s1600/Photo-0134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580987016470339010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UjcxA6gqmc0/TXOmH0TIHcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/oGtXm-E0Pek/s400/Photo-0134.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this one. Was lookin at the book of drawing techniques and this came out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iRMWWztHG18/TXOmHmegrtI/AAAAAAAAAJY/CHwGi5bEHO4/s1600/Photo-0092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580987012759989970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iRMWWztHG18/TXOmHmegrtI/AAAAAAAAAJY/CHwGi5bEHO4/s400/Photo-0092.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is from my memory, in Australia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WJG0-nObxi8/TXOmHZhoj1I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/oAK27NUI_qA/s1600/Photo-0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580987009283428178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WJG0-nObxi8/TXOmHZhoj1I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/oAK27NUI_qA/s400/Photo-0054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A view of the boarding school from the History Room in de Library: &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WSVX6lCWjoQ/TXOmHRHyxyI/AAAAAAAAAJI/In0CTCjK5W0/s1600/Photo-0081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580987007027562274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WSVX6lCWjoQ/TXOmHRHyxyI/AAAAAAAAAJI/In0CTCjK5W0/s400/Photo-0081.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love wings:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QzkJPsnxX4c/TXOmHMFT8iI/AAAAAAAAAJA/WWUZYSuWmIA/s1600/Photo-0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580987005674975778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QzkJPsnxX4c/TXOmHMFT8iI/AAAAAAAAAJA/WWUZYSuWmIA/s400/Photo-0009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 2 camp, bored so I drew on de plastic dat covered de canteen table:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b6VoA-ivqwg/TXOkg3dnrZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/59BRvta_ljk/s1600/Photo103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580985247793130898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b6VoA-ivqwg/TXOkg3dnrZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/59BRvta_ljk/s400/Photo103.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I already love wings. A little angle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AgT7gDL_t8k/TXOkgljM3LI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Sx55nuzhGZQ/s1600/Photo105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580985242984701106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AgT7gDL_t8k/TXOkgljM3LI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Sx55nuzhGZQ/s400/Photo105.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And de full picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wyA-cK9Q5Kg/TXOkgBCCFRI/AAAAAAAAAIg/KDYWvytsO3g/s1600/Photo098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580985233181906194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wyA-cK9Q5Kg/TXOkgBCCFRI/AAAAAAAAAIg/KDYWvytsO3g/s400/Photo098.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw this scene 1 day whn I was sec 1. De sun was so beautiful, shining off de water drops in de slight drizzel... :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nSxVz6FZ7eo/TXOkfzTcWGI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Nl2C4dfv9ac/s1600/Photo094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580985229496834146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nSxVz6FZ7eo/TXOkfzTcWGI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Nl2C4dfv9ac/s400/Photo094.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not really good at painting and I spent a lot of time on de colour gradient but ah well, the clouds are worth it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SrEFaiv3YEs/TXOiaCe0dRI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zvhwcNhwqhg/s1600/Photo082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580982931468612882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SrEFaiv3YEs/TXOiaCe0dRI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zvhwcNhwqhg/s400/Photo082.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was drawing de fountain at 1st :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580982930726498850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7aKvUsdwJ4U/TXOiZ_t4siI/AAAAAAAAAII/Pi3bUrUxycc/s400/Photo022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There you go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MnA1af6nyKQ/TXOiZvfxK7I/AAAAAAAAAIA/1FyiPvFcuXQ/s1600/Photo018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580982926372318130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MnA1af6nyKQ/TXOiZvfxK7I/AAAAAAAAAIA/1FyiPvFcuXQ/s400/Photo018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hong Kong with a little of my imagination. 6 birds in a circle under the starry sky:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nRLhMuEZXH8/TXOiZEdk4OI/AAAAAAAAAH4/-5zmCLslAoc/s1600/Photo014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580982914820399330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nRLhMuEZXH8/TXOiZEdk4OI/AAAAAAAAAH4/-5zmCLslAoc/s400/Photo014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Forest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7AU0rCogbf0/TXOiY_DzWLI/AAAAAAAAAHw/3zkDYOgWSLE/s1600/Photo012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580982913370118322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7AU0rCogbf0/TXOiY_DzWLI/AAAAAAAAAHw/3zkDYOgWSLE/s400/Photo012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nice? Pls comment in tag box!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-5785269204427374815?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5785269204427374815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=5785269204427374815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/5785269204427374815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/5785269204427374815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2011/03/pictures-i-drew.html' title='Pictures I Drew'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ha-2YkA7fo/TXOsX1ZxwtI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C_ZotatV8ZA/s72-c/Photo-0116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-5190387377919609825</id><published>2011-03-06T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T18:00:07.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Epi 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RANDOM EPI 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I like this new song -&gt; Love The Way You Lie part 1 &amp;amp; 2. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree that Eminem is like damn good. I mean like have you heared anyone better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm supposed to go shower right now or do my research on National Identity of Singapore but, I'm like slacking while eating nuggets. You know, de Florida's Natural sweet nuggets? Not the chicken nuggets? Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is camp week. Sadly, I'm supposed to study in the library for 5 days straight while the others are enjoying theirselves in Pulao Ubin...puubbb....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now think that my sister is kinda crazy...&lt;br /&gt;She's like going crazy over every cute n handsome guy actors in Hong Kong. But I agree with her that Hong Kong guys looks much better than those in Singapore. haha Just an opinion. you noe, my dad's frm HK. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that I never grew much vertical or horizontal becoz I can still wear this shirt I wore in P4. ha. ok... Actually, my sister also never grew much. my mum, she shrunk. Dad, hm... nope, shrunk too. So I'm still 2nd tallest in my family. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love de rain. it makes me feel so refreshing. 1 plus point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-5190387377919609825?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5190387377919609825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=5190387377919609825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/5190387377919609825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/5190387377919609825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2011/03/random-epi-8.html' title='Random Epi 8'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-9175382155037228999</id><published>2011-02-22T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T00:13:44.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Artistic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARTISTIC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am good at art.&lt;br /&gt;I know that sounds a bit ego-ish but I really think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, in a while, I may be able to post the pictures that I drew in school on the white boards and papers. I keep soft copies ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna put them as my itouch wallpaper. But my com monitor is sleeping. That's why I ended up using a tiny new pink samsung laptop in front of my computer set. How good is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, to be an artist, one have to have creativity. Without creativity, well, the art piece won't stand out. However, being an artist has its disadvantages too. Like for example: spending more time on drawing, spending more money to get the materials, etc. Yeah, it's kinda costly. But I don't really care that much. Art is actually a form of self expression. It's like a portal to your heart where you just have to close your eyes and go deep into yourself... I enjoy it a lot and I think that's why I draw that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, actually, I've been always that apt in drawing. I love to doodle on random piece of paper with random pencils coloured or not when I was still a baby (according to my mum). Then I went to kindergarden and it just got better...by the shape and the figure... lemme put it this way: My drawings became more reconisable. It won't go like *show ppl a pic of an apple* and then "Hm... Is it a banana?" Primary school, okok~ ... nothing much... just the usual lame shit but of course it looks much much more better. Well, better than others, that is... And now in secondary school, my colour sense sets in. According to Xin Ying, it's like I have the colour wheel imprinted in my head. haha. Of course, It gets even more better. You'll see when I am able to use my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I shall end here.&lt;br /&gt;Nites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-9175382155037228999?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/9175382155037228999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=9175382155037228999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/9175382155037228999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/9175382155037228999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2011/02/artistic.html' title='Artistic'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-6336939707936582657</id><published>2011-02-19T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T10:11:07.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SICK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like sitting infront of my computer right now with a fever reducing patch on my forehead while I eat porridge with all the medicine infront of me while feeling a bit giddy and a bit of headace, adding a temperature of 38.4 degree celcius and a bad runnimg nose with a bad cough and feeling damn weak like i've got no strength at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I have been coughing for a while with a bad running nose but ytd, I started coughing like a lot in school. Then i think, in Chem lesson, my head feels a bit whoozy. In math, the headace start comming in. I still feel ok but it's kinda uncomfortable...&lt;br /&gt;Then is recess.&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad already. People started asking me if I'm ok but I still think that I'm ok. Then, the headace just got worse over the next half of the day in school. Vivian was like "are you ok? do you want to go home?" I'm like "neh... just 2 more periods left..." then after school, Yilin n Cheryl Heng was like "go home lah. Later get worse how?" But I'm like "oh nevermind... I'm ok... still can cheng1 xia4 qu4"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to watch the match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teammates were saying that I look like I'm going to die. Ah, but I feel that way. When we got to clementi sports hall, I feel even worse. I sat down and watch what is called "a very exciting match" because our fate depends on JWS - they won anyway. But I really feel like I'm going to die. My strength is draining and I had to lean on Cheryl Ong. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;When we were walking to clementi mrt station, COng was the other one that is still sick but recovering. So I kinda lean on her for support. Well, sacrifising her is better that making a healthy one sick... Haha but sorry Cheryl!&lt;br /&gt;then I went home with Chu Yin n DD. same mrt side mah... When I alighted at Raffles place to change train, Chu Yin said "take care arh... Don't die," I replied, "I won't die lah"...&lt;br /&gt;when I reach home, I took off my socks, wash my feet and went to bed. I'm supposed to go for Qing4 Gong1 Yan4 but I kinda feel so bad that I just laid in bed. So my sis had to go on her own.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to see a doctor. Got my medicine, went home ate it, told Chu Yin I'm not going for trng today and went to slp. Then I woke up and realised that I havent eaten las nite...&lt;br /&gt;So I woke up at 5.12 am, went to the toilet then went back to sleep. Woke up again at 7 den went back to sleep. Woke up yet another time at 7.30, went to wash up, then went back to slp. Woke up at 8.30, check the time, back to sleep. Woke up at 9, ask Rasmi to cook porridge so that I can eat my medicine. Took my temperature while waiting. Still have fever. sat back down, on the computer and started blogging. Finished eating already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally , ppl would lose their appitite when they're sick. Bt I just feel like eating. Haha. Guess that's one funny fact about me. I've got my right ear blocked. Feelin kinda deaf... haha. Guess that's what I get for being sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my dear Mandy, Yilin and Crystal are training in sch while my dear Chu Yin, Cheryl Ong, Cheryl Heng, Jia Qi, Isabel and Charlene are at Orchard Rd doing Flag Day for CIP... And I'm here half dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;kudos! I'm off to watch Tsubasa Chronicles. I still can't remember de anime dat Xin Ying told me to watch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sick NIQUE-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-6336939707936582657?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6336939707936582657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=6336939707936582657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/6336939707936582657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/6336939707936582657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2011/02/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-5838723207254765760</id><published>2011-01-22T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T15:57:16.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE CONFUSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surfing through fb when I saw the pictures. I thought I was over with it a long time ago but it seems, I had just mearly cover it with the current happenings. Somehow, I pulled it out to the surface and well, it turned back in a "V" formation and went right back into my heart with the sharp point in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have seen that comming. I did feel something whenever I hear or mention it. I guess, I'm just fated to look from a distance and not get it. It is hard though. I knew I will never get what I want and yet my dear heart desires it even more. 2 years. Ít's a long time... I am surprised that the old one ended earlier than this one. Maybe it's because I have the privilage to have possession over the old one, and that may be why I got over it faster. But... Who knows?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我觉得很对不起某某人. I am really trying but I think I need a real distraction in that matter. How can I do this? Oh man... I am torturing myself... I know I shouldn't do it but they're kinda conflicting. This is bad... real bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-5838723207254765760?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5838723207254765760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=5838723207254765760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/5838723207254765760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/5838723207254765760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2011/01/confused.html' title='The Confused'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-8358866781294154202</id><published>2011-01-17T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T15:50:01.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy bdae to me,&lt;br /&gt;happy bdae to me,&lt;br /&gt;happybdae to Nique-nique,&lt;br /&gt;happy bdae to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I now I should probable wish Mel happy bdae but now's not de time n i think i chould do this like...4 days earlier. haha but nvrtheless, happy birthday to me. :) I didn go fb to check my bdae wishes on dat day but i went e nxt day n guess who i saw, my best friend from nursery. Kinda blast from the past...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing all January babies a big Happy Birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-8358866781294154202?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8358866781294154202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=8358866781294154202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/8358866781294154202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/8358866781294154202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-1074722612065777752</id><published>2010-12-23T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T23:35:23.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avatar: The legend of Aang, The last Airbender</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Avatar: The Legend of Aang, The Last Airbender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my.... I just finished watching whatever u read in the title.&lt;br /&gt;And, I, tell, you, I LOVE IT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a link if u wana watch -&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.kumby.com/category/avatar-episodes"&gt;http://www.kumby.com/category/avatar-episodes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a cartoon btw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the whole thing is vry cute and funny and nice. Frankly, I like Prince Zuko the most... hehe. I like Aang too, and Katara and Sokka and Toph and Suki and Momo and Appa and.... well, the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... You know, I think that if you wanna try to kick back and relax a bit in this busy world, take a try. You never know what you'll learn from in there... o.&lt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartoon haters, there's kungfu in there... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-1074722612065777752?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1074722612065777752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=1074722612065777752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/1074722612065777752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/1074722612065777752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2010/12/avatar-legend-of-aang-last-airbender.html' title='Avatar: The legend of Aang, The last Airbender'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-2415415735490673939</id><published>2010-12-10T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T17:57:47.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ivory Gulls</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IVORY GULLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever wonder the reason for my liking to birds?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the reasons is how beautiful they look in flight. Let me show u how graceful they can be. Here are a few pics of Ivory Gulls. Tell me if u like them. I LOVE them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548719979832285714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eYfHXksKIdI/TQEDbFwEGhI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zvnGXhQg9nc/s320/Ivory%2BGull%2B4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really love it when they spread their wings... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548719967881263218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eYfHXksKIdI/TQEDaZOt-HI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lSIl7iyVBXE/s320/Ivory%2BGull%2B%2528adult%2529%2B6a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548719964958534866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eYfHXksKIdI/TQEDaOV4rNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/PROL_9PLs6A/s320/Ivory%2BGull3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548719953726316002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eYfHXksKIdI/TQEDZkf6neI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ZGTdaSj2Tnc/s320/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548719949303222914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eYfHXksKIdI/TQEDZUBXkoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/aG3HHus7EQU/s320/3329899068_389c88c870.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this especially although it's not in flight. I mean, look at the wings! They're so beautiful....... &lt;div&gt;Just look at it's feathers. You can pratically see where each one lies..... Ah....... I feel so as peace.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548721058015538690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYfHXksKIdI/TQEEZ2S-7gI/AAAAAAAAAHU/wQt-bQOIjow/s320/IvoryGull6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 2px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 2px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548721058015538690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYfHXksKIdI/TQEEZ2S-7gI/AAAAAAAAAHU/wQt-bQOIjow/s320/IvoryGull6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-2415415735490673939?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2415415735490673939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=2415415735490673939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/2415415735490673939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/2415415735490673939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2010/12/ivory-gulls.html' title='Ivory Gulls'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eYfHXksKIdI/TQEDbFwEGhI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zvnGXhQg9nc/s72-c/Ivory%2BGull%2B4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-2911518465742919136</id><published>2010-11-15T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:47:11.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Epi 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RANDOM EPI 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer is finally fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found out that all my candy corns died...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, for some reason, I just feel like bashing someone up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that damn talk, no, during that damn talk, i could feel my anger build up. I wanted to shout out loud,"I don't giv a damn to what shitty test u're gonna make me sit for I just want to have what I want. I hurt her before and I don't want to do it again. Do you get me?"&lt;br /&gt;Yet, the situation was that I am at a lower level. Can't do much, plus the fact that just by thinking about it while mixing the ever-building anger, I, once again, lose control of my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;How great...-.-...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facing Her again seems like a total different thing from before. After the change over, I kinda got used to seeing younger people. She appeared again today and I just felt... lost... Then again, it's my inability to control my own emotions. Maybe that was why I was out of form today. Like I said, it was never in my power to have them under control. I think a break would be good for me. But I'm sure the next break will come 10 000 years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's a good thing. Not to be able to control your own emotions...&lt;br /&gt;That way I would move on with life easier I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's a kind of inbuilt self defence. A kind that nobody can control on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I ask myself the reason.&lt;br /&gt;Is it to save myself? Or is it a sign that something is going to happen? Or has it happened?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some people, it may not be a problem. However, I feel it tugging at my legs, no matter how hard I tried to kick it off. This constant preasure on my fragile heart. I'm really clueless how long can it last with only a little help.&lt;br /&gt;On the surface, everything seemes perfect and well. What most people would see is the layer right below the flawless top. The level that keeps on telling me that I don't want it anymore. It is true to a certain extend. I really really feel like giving up. Go somewhere and live on my own. No worries, no interruptions... So carefree... I don't want anything to do with this place. I swear to myself that after I leave , I am going to cut off all ties I have with this place. But for now, I can only hold that thought. Yet, in the next level, the level that some people would see, I am consistantly contrasting myself. It presents images, memories and knowledge which allows me to look at the same thing in another way. It is what keeps me going. Deep down, beyond the 3rd level is something nobody can see other than me myself. Here I face the problem of looking up. I dare not look in for fear of revealing something bad, yet I have to, in order to fully bring out what is really me. I am so sorry... I have yet to do that. I fear the consequences, I fear the truth, I fear the change, I fear...everything. I have not the guts to face up to myself. I am still clueless as to what I am and what lies ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost... All over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a horrible feeling. I don't want it to happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this, my dear friend who is 157cm tall, I give you my answer: I need a companion that I can share my emotions with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my other dear friend who is about 170cm, you have been a very great help. I would like to have you but I can't bear to let you leave with such a bittersweet feeling in your heart. Trust me, I know how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a shoulder to cry on. I need an ear to listen to my words. I need a mouth to whisper words of comfort into my ears. I am waiting.&lt;br /&gt;Tears would drop, hearts would break, and I still wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-2911518465742919136?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2911518465742919136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=2911518465742919136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/2911518465742919136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/2911518465742919136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2010/11/random-epi-7.html' title='Random Epi 7'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-8516533671822026716</id><published>2010-10-07T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T23:28:00.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Epi 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RANDOM EPI 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello hello!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am once again blogging in the wrong time again. I think I have the knack of doing the wrong things at the right time... or maybe, just the right things at the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just did something I wouldn do. I went for manicure at veroNIQUE's palour. haha opps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I now don't own any homework and that's a first. It hardly happens... applaus please? yeah...&lt;br /&gt;I watched Danny Phantom again and guess what? I still can't help liking it more. Note: I love it and I still do. Hey, afterall, I'm still a child...if..u call a 14-year-old-going-15-in-say-3-months person a kid? Well, I'm in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O my... I can't believe that I am going to be Sec 3 next year. I seems like a big jump from Sec 2 to Sec 3. From 14 to 15 and in only 3 months... Dosn't sound appealing at all.&lt;br /&gt;And plus the fact that my sister is officially 17 since her b'dae just passed a week or so ago, everyone seems old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's all part of growing up. Of course, I'll still have my kiddy things around me and I love them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's growing up, it's time I grow too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, not everything changes. My mum is still a nag, my dad is still as stubborn, my sis is still as hot-headed and I am still me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must really say, this year has definitely been an eventful year for me. I broke school rules n got caught, I did things that go against my feelings, I STARTED STUDYING, I did a lot of things...yet, the big major thing which set me off was what I saw.&lt;br /&gt;I saw deeper into people's heart, I saw how evil people can be, and I saw how nice and good and caring others can be. It totally fits my CL SIA topic, ling3 wu4. I know that somewhere in the back of my mind, all the information I've subconciously gathered are neatly filed into drawers for future use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou I've seen so much, I realised that there is nothing much I can do to change. I've always wondered why people are so different and my first answer would be people have different thoughts that's why they work/do/act differently. But then, I think again. Ain't everyone the same? There must be some cause to it. Anne (I know I shouldn't do this but you know who you are. You appeared in Zoe Weng's blog and I did this because you have a reason and it is that you don't want to be known. Am I right? I respect you for that.) made me realised what the underlying cause was and I am grateful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about it again. If this person A were to be in my position, she will face my problem in a very different way. A cunning and unpleasant way. I do not harm people. She, however, would subconsiously form a plan to ruin and destroy. Come to think of it, my situation is worse than hers. Hey, at least she dosn't have to drift like a ranger (yup, that's me) and "survive on your own" right? She's got an attachment yet she distrust it and misuse it. I call that, S-T-U-P-I-D. No offence, no joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through my seemingly notorious acts with this perticular group of people this year, I begun to open up to more possibilities. Thank you guys, I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the best thing of this year. Horrible experience yet precious and valuable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so gonna go chicken tower before exams. Maybe Friday? Study there also can. But now, I have to be careful of de cctvs. I wonder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my dear readers, please tell me, would you rather Sky dies or Sky lives? Tell me. Just tag me on the tag board. I'll be checking! Chaos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-8516533671822026716?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8516533671822026716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=8516533671822026716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/8516533671822026716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/8516533671822026716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2010/10/random-epi-6.html' title='Random Epi 6'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-2110908220537520741</id><published>2010-10-03T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T01:51:54.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shrek</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHREK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoz peeps! How r u!&lt;br /&gt;It's almost EOYs yet here I am, bloggin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm here coz I heared a very nice piece called "Fairy Tale" from the soundtrack of "Shrek". It's damn bloody nice. A pity it sounds so unfinished...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before you go clicking de "play" button down there, I wana warn u, this is not for people who does not like...how do u put it?...um... songs...pieces that does not have words... Yeeeeah......... So, Enjoy! People who learns music, welcome to listen (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;br /&gt;P.S I posted de "100 Truths" post just only so just scroll down to de 3rd post and enjoy the shock u're gona get&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-2110908220537520741?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2110908220537520741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=2110908220537520741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/2110908220537520741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/2110908220537520741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2010/10/shrek.html' title='Shrek'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-7410869151298752625</id><published>2010-09-16T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T22:46:47.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quenya</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;QUENYA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I know the I am crazy, as you probably already know, but it is like hm..1 mth left to EOYs n I'm like starting to pick up a "language" which is created by the famous author of The Lord Of The Rings (LOTR). And it is called Quenya (ken-ya).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I am crazy, as u may be thinking now. It has not been mastered as the information on grammer n stuffs are not complete but me n my crazy sister are going to learn that. Ha! How cool is that (EGO ME talking)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say the truth, the letters are not that hard to write... although they look the same... I am now transcripting the English version of yet another story of mine into Quenya and lemme tell you, this is so that I can pracice writing AND reading it. Yes, by now, you might have already guessed that I do it in class. Congradulations then, you are absolutely right, especially with all the presentation going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs...im gna study hard man...neh... I HAVE TO study hard or i'll never have to thing about being promoted to the next level. I wanna go triple science...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-7410869151298752625?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7410869151298752625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=7410869151298752625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/7410869151298752625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/7410869151298752625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2010/09/quenya.html' title='Quenya'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-5771061080204189517</id><published>2010-08-30T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T19:00:41.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Truths</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;100 Truths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this on my friend's blog. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking of posting it here. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;What Was Your:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Last beverage: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;a tea which i know most ppl my age would say "yuck! what the heck is that?" then turn away in disgust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2) Last phone call: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;hm... home? I guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Last texed message: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I knew it would be asked!... Dai Mei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Last song you listened to: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;It Is You (I Have Love). From Shrek (: Lurvsss it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5) Last time you cried: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ytd...night. Watching movie there... I get emotional too ok!! Dead Man Walking. Hav a go. It's awsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Have You Ever:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Dated someone twice: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hm... Yep..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Been cheated on: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yes... n I somehow still havn been able to totally let go... *Come! Come my Prince Charming! Thou shalt bring mine troubles away!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8) Kissed someone and regretted it: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Neh. Never did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Lost someone special: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yes. My Grandpa? Ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Been depressed: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yes. Special thanks to that jerk. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;11) Been drunk and threw up: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;U noe wad? I never liked alcohol... :P NO. -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;List Three Favourite Colours:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;13) &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;14) &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;This Year (2010) Have You:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Made a new friend: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yupp...thou i cnt really remember who... opps......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Fallen out of love: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Nope. Ask me last year, yes. HA :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;17) Laughed until you cried: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Neh. Again, Ask me earlier, I might have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;18) Met someone who changed you: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;That was so last year... Then again, ask me last year. You may jus get a yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;19) Found out who your true friends were:&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; Maybe. Thou I'm still not that certain of a few individuals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;20) Found out someone was talking about you: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;21) Kissed anyone on your friend's list: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) How many people on your friends list do you know in real life: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hm...most. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;23) How many kids do you want: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;2? maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Irritating:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Do you have any pets: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yes. 2 tortises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Do you want to change your name: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;NO. I'm proud of it. Thou I prefer to be known as Nique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;26) What did you do for your last birthday: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Celebrate it with both me family and me team. I love de tigger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;27) What time did you wake up today:&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; 8.30am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;28) What were you doing at midnight: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sleeping like a pig?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;29) Name sonething you cannot wait for: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Peace and quiet. And I mean it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Last time you saw your mother: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;31) What is one thing you wished you could change about your life: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;To have super abilities in wdv way u can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;32) What are you listening to right now: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Muffled typing, muffled noisy fan, muffled wind. I have my headphones on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;33) Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;34) What's getting on your nerves right now: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Nose block which comes every night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) Most visited webpage: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Youtube n Facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;36) What's your real name: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Veronique Yue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) Nicknames: &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The following words are to be said in the language/dialect in de brackets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Rock melon (chinese), Fishball (chinese), slow slow (teochew), goat goat (baby language), moronick, boronick, bolong! (my grandma's tongue), pineapple (chinese), little sister (chinese), bo mo (my mother's tongue), vernorique and the list goes on.......................................................................stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;38) Age: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;39) Relationship status:&lt;/span&gt; Single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) Zodiac sign: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Pig. Have I mention I love pigs? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;41) Male or Female: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;42) Primary school: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Pei Chun Public School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) Secondary School: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Nanyang Girls' High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44) College/University: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;It'll be HCJC first then a Uni that major in bio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) Hair colour: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Black &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) Long or Short: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;How do you say... middle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) Height: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;a tinny winny bit shorter than average...Damn it. Shall not hide. 153cm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;48) Do you have a crush on someone: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;No. Not till I get out of this damn place! (Not my home duh, I love it here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;49) What do you like about yourself: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;My hair...Opps a bito ego here..... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;50) Piercings:&lt;/span&gt; Yup, but not even steel can pass through now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;51) Tatoos: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Cool! I'd like to hav 1 but sadly, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;52) Righty or Lefty:&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; Erm..... Ambi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Firsts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53) First surgery: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yup, to take out de alien tooth at the roof of my mouth. P4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;54) First piercing: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Duh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;55) First best friend: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Lim Yue Hui. That, was kindergaden... no... Nursery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56) Frist sport you joined: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Swimming. I still love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;57) First vacation: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;To Singapore! Well tehnically. I was made in Thailand, born in Singapore... hehe. But, I'd say Hong Kong after I came out FROM Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;58) First pair of trainers: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Purple. Given to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59) Eating: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Dunno... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60) Drinking: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Dunno too. Do you know yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61) I'm about to: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Stuff tissue into my nose and stick them in place for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;62) Listening to: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; Yours - Jason Mraz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63) Waiting on: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;nothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Your Future:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64) Want kids: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;65) Get married: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yeh. If not, how do I get kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;66) Career: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Genetic Scientist. Or Taxi Driver, Bus Driver, Salesperson/Promoter, Shop Owner, Volunteer for any organisation (althou i dun think that count as a job), Scientist on research or explorer for medication, Explorer for medication or new species of animals or just for my own pleasure, Teacher on science, Councellor, Author, Artist on landscape which my forte in art, Director for theater or TV, Playwriter, Fashion Designer and anything I wanna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Which Is Better:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67) Lips or eyes: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Eyes. I like blue. Green too. But I prefer black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;68) Hugs or kisses: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Both. I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;69) Shorter or taller: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Taller. Nicer to lean on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;70) Older or younger: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Older or younger. But not too much. Older by years, younger by months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;71) Romantic or spontaneous: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Anth. As long as he's likable n he likes me, I'm fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72) Nice stomach or nice arms: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Both. Nice to lie on, nice to be hugged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73) Sensetive or loud: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Both. Depends on what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;74) Hooked up or relationship:&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; Neither&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75) Trouble maker or hesitant: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Trouble maker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Have You Ever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76) Kissed a stranger: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Neh. I'm not so despo pls....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77) Drank hard liquor: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Nope. Hate de smell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78) Lost glasses/contacts:&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; I dun even hav 1...-.-...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;79) Sex on first date: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;No n never. Like I told you, I not that despo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80) Broken someone's heart: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yup, on purpose. Hehe. I know I surprised you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81) Been arrested: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Neh. I'm just an innocent adolescent girl waiting to taste the world n it's wonders. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82) Turned someone down: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yup. Quite a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;83) Cried when someone died: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yepp, my grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;84) Fallen for a friend: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Guy? yep. Girl? I'm not lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do You Believe In:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85) Yourself: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86) Miracles: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;87) Love at first sight: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yupp &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88) Heaven: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;89) Santa Claus: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Neh... Maybe Yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90) Kiss on first date: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;91) Angles: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yup &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92) Demons: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93) Fantasies: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Duh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Answer Truthfully:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94) Had more than 1 girlfriend/boyfriend at a time: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yes and I'm really guilty about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95) Did you sing today: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;96) Ever cheated on sombody:&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97) If you could go back in time, how far would you go: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Back to my primary school days... Preferably P5 or P6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Damn Funny:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98) If you could pick a day from last year and relive it:&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; I'd love to but I don't want to. Coz I cannot find any happy or memorable ones frm last year. Maybe the previous year.................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99) Are you afraid of falling in love: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100) Posting this as 100 truths: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... That sums up. Hope you enjoyed the shocking truth about me. haha. I really do think I'm a bad kid.... Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-5771061080204189517?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5771061080204189517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=5771061080204189517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/5771061080204189517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/5771061080204189517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2010/08/100-truths.html' title='100 Truths'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-4518543787639064707</id><published>2010-08-30T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T23:41:07.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Next Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY NEXT STORY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok... I know that I havn been doing a good job of updating u guys on my story and Im working on it now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This PARTICULAR one jus came out of my head one day when I was feeling too bored on the bus. It's another romance story but I dun tink u'll get any updates, so dun hope.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chapter 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Talks.&lt;br /&gt;     A bunch of them. Nothing really captures her anymore. There was no beauty to everything. What she once thought was beautiful became a lifeless heap of junk. It was simply dead. She had seen the wonders of life as the tender age of 14 and the destruction of it the following year.To her, life is bleak. It is notheing but what humans unconciously crave for. She did not know the purpose of living on. She hated it. Not knowing what to do is a terrible feeling. She didn't even know what she was doing in a pub this late at night. She plainly followed where her legs brought her. She sipped her beer slowly in that unattractive corner in the pub.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     It was raining badly outside. A lone man dressed fully in black walked down the street. The rain plasted his overgrown hair to his face. The way he walks gives people the impression that he is probably a run-awayfrom a wealthy family. There was as aura radiating out of him. Nobody dared to come near him. A head would occationally pop out of a dirty street and receed immediately like they were shocked by electricity. It was as if he was a wild lion on the lose. In thruth, he was haggared. He had travelled all the way from the end of the world to this place on his own two legs. They ached and his feet screamed out in pain. For a decade, the never-stopping sound of breathing and the never-ending sound of boots pounding on the earth were his only companions. He did not need hunting gears and food like the weak humans do. All he needs is a proper rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     He raised his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The signboard hanged overhead. Keeper's Inn. It looks old and cheap enough. He stepped on the porch and pushed the door.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     She downed the beer and slammed the mug on the wooden table. She was angry. All those people are not making any sense.The noise, the sound, everything. Then everything in the room became silent, even the tiniest of all things paused in their tracks. All eyes turned on the dark figure at the door. He swept his eyes across the room. Nothing unusual, except for he stares which always happens to his kind. He moved to the bartender and spoke softly into his ear. The bartender noddedfrantically and rushed off to do his errands. He stood at the bar, half leaning on it with his body slanted. He sacned the pub againg. His eyes didn't stop until it reached a secluded corner in the crammed place. There sat a hooded figure. It looked as if there was something different about the figure from everyone else. His curious searching eyes bore deep into the depths of the hood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     As if sensing his gaze, she tilted her head and met his eyes. at the momment of contact, something happened between them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-End-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok... I know that was a bit cliffy but haha, hun ask me so evil. I wrote more but I refuse to type it out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, The good news is, I have finished writing the first theory lesson for Starry. It just left the editing and the typing then I can send it to u guys! Wait for it then! It's gonna be long coz EOY's near.&lt;br /&gt;But, it works anyway. U'll soon get to read the new update. Chao!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-4518543787639064707?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4518543787639064707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=4518543787639064707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/4518543787639064707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/4518543787639064707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-next-story.html' title='My Next Story'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-7937658666256860945</id><published>2010-08-25T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T11:18:28.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Epi 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RANDOM EPI 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Long time no blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I havn been able to coz I've been really busy nowadays...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reason:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1) Nationals - got 4th...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2)Block Test - got A1 for maths!! wdv... (side voice: hey!! Thet's not bad leh!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3)Muggin de whole time b4 Blocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4) Sleepy toll comes again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yea...haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now, I'm in my school blogging whn I not supposed to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BYE BYE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-7937658666256860945?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7937658666256860945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=7937658666256860945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/7937658666256860945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/7937658666256860945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2010/08/random-epi-5.html' title='Random Epi 5'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-7481499715381959501</id><published>2010-05-16T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T17:56:38.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Epi 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RANDOM EPI 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this from my friend's blog...&lt;br /&gt;N i think i'll jus answer them myself...&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Do you need him/her to be good looking?&lt;br /&gt;Don't hav to be too hard on dat...But mus be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Smart?&lt;br /&gt;Yep... Not too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Preferred age?&lt;br /&gt;Same age or older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Preferred height?&lt;br /&gt;Taller... Bout my height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) How about sense of humour?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...but not too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) How about piercings?&lt;br /&gt;Hm... I dun mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Accepts you for who you are?&lt;br /&gt;It's a must 4 me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Pink hair?&lt;br /&gt;NO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Mushy or not?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... Not too much again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Thin or fat?&lt;br /&gt;Thin enough to be crazed over but fat enough to be hugged comfortably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Black, brown or white skin colour?&lt;br /&gt;Dosn matter as long as he loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Long or short hair?&lt;br /&gt;hm...depands on what race...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Plastic or metal?&lt;br /&gt;no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Smells good?&lt;br /&gt;Definately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Smoker?&lt;br /&gt;NOT IN A MILLION YEARS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Drinker?&lt;br /&gt;NOT IN A MILLION YEARS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Girl/Boy-next-door type?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Muscular?&lt;br /&gt;Dun hav 2. Can carry heavy things 4 me ok le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Plays piano?&lt;br /&gt;Dun hav 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Plays bass and or acoustic guitar?&lt;br /&gt;Not necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Plays violin?&lt;br /&gt;Not necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Sings very well?&lt;br /&gt;Better than normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Vain?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Wears glasses?&lt;br /&gt;Dun mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Wears braces?&lt;br /&gt;Dun mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Shy type?&lt;br /&gt;Depands on when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Rebel or good boy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;Half-half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Active or passive?&lt;br /&gt;Both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Tight or bomb?&lt;br /&gt;no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Singer or dancer?&lt;br /&gt;Both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Stunner?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah but not too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) Hiphop?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Earrings?&lt;br /&gt;Dun mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Mr/Ms. count-my-ex-girlfriends-until-you-drop?&lt;br /&gt;Definately not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) Dimples?&lt;br /&gt;Yupp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Bookworm?&lt;br /&gt;Depands on how much he is into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) Mr/Ms. love letter?&lt;br /&gt;I dun mind but it's really sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) Playful?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe but at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) Flirt?&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;40) Poem writer?&lt;br /&gt;I dun mind but not too much of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;41) Serious?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Neh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;42) Campus crush?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;maybe. Hard thou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) Painter?&lt;br /&gt;Probably...then again, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44) Religious?&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) Someone who likes to tease people?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) Computer games geek? Or internet freak?&lt;br /&gt;No. but jus know how to repair 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) Speaks 20 langeages?&lt;br /&gt;Just enough to ask 4 directions when we go to major cities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) Loyal or faithful?&lt;br /&gt;Loyal mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49) Good kisser?&lt;br /&gt;MUST be a good one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) Loves children?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. As much as he does me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Brad Pitt is hot. N he has de JMac hair b4 Jesse changed his hair style.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-7481499715381959501?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7481499715381959501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=7481499715381959501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/7481499715381959501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/7481499715381959501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2010/05/random-epi-4.html' title='Random Epi 4'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-324314670002759404</id><published>2010-04-08T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T17:53:44.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Bursting with JOY!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'M BURSTING WITH JOY!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todae went smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy dat 1 went to woodlands sports hall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havn met mel, vp n sim 4 a very very very long time. It so happens dat 2dae is de finals of vball nationals (when my zonals havn even started...-.-) n mel smsed me on mon 2 ask me if im going. Well, i said yes but i realised i cnt miss my math remedial so i said i won reach in time. But things was really in my way 2dae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i was havin math remedial, yilin was telling me dat som1 was playing n it made my thinking erratic...i think i was hpyerventilating...but i know i should be. Bt it sorta speed up de speed im using while doing de questions Mrs Ho gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I didn watch de match coz when i reached, dey just ended, but I still managed to see them. I saw Soon... surprisingly...n it was de 1st time he didn tok 2 me...bt he smsed me...haha wdv. Vp was de 1st 1 hu saw me. I was standing at the door , leaning on de wall. Den i saw a bunch of cedarians walking towards de door so i looked up, hoping to see sm familiar face n then vp appeared at the end of de group. She was wiping her tears n whn she saw me, we hugged n she cried again. Den she said it's all my fault. I tot i did sth wrong but she said,"I too long nvr c u redi...too happy...sob sob..." haha...ya... Too happy to c me. Aft dat, she said mel would surely cry whn she sees me. well, yeah she was toking to sim so dey both saw me whn vp called mel. Sim came up 1st n we hugged. Then sim said Mel is crying. i felt really amused. Anw, she came up n hugged me while crying. yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went out n walked to de bus stop. Mel was saying she was really afraid dat i wouldn come n i realised that we need each other so much. Not only for me n mel. it includes vp n sim. Oh my gosh...im crying...okok...so den coz vp was rushing 4 time, we cab bac to tpy. Well, we ate at macs. We had so much to tok abt...I was so happy. So happy dat i nvr thought abt de fact that I will be going through hell like 2 days later... well, yeah... so aft we ate, we went home n vp went to her piano lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;then i reached home, on my com n showered then had my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;i went on9 n saw my darling on9&lt;br /&gt;i havn toked 2 him in a long while so i decided to tok a bit. The only thing i didn expect is dat he actually brought many good news to me.&lt;br /&gt;As her supposed sister, i feel proud of him coz he is a student leader now. He is not what he was once.&lt;br /&gt;From a naughty boy hu dosn do his hw n play every other day to a student who topped his class for El n Sc n is now his class chairman, cca captian, house captian, peer support leader an almost elected as a prefect. He's really amazing... He actually told me that he now knows that studying is impt n i kinda felt guilty. I suppose it's coz he is de oldest child in his family dat's y he had matured so quickly over 1 year. As 4 me, i'm slower than average girls coz im de youngest. cnt blame dat too...Im lazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From only this 2 things, I actually felt like im really bloated and im about to burst. I really really think that they r part of de reason im still trying to move on in life. I must really thank them. They r my motivators. It's like without them, i wouldn hav made it till 2dae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Thank you so much for your help n support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS TO THE CORE!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-324314670002759404?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/324314670002759404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=324314670002759404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/324314670002759404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/324314670002759404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-bursting-with-joy.html' title='I&apos;m Bursting with JOY!!!!!!'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-7514930217702516049</id><published>2010-03-01T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T17:53:16.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conditioner</title><content type='html'>CONDITIONER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm... I think I've been using too much conditioner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i dun mind&lt;br /&gt;only de after part is unbearable....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owase tot my hair was nice. I mean it was n it is but say...not so nice...&lt;br /&gt;den i touched my hair n i realised dat my hair was rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-7514930217702516049?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7514930217702516049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=7514930217702516049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/7514930217702516049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/7514930217702516049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2010/03/conditioner.html' title='Conditioner'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-3609020336487703880</id><published>2010-02-21T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T17:50:51.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Epi 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RANDOM EPI 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoz...sry...so long nvr blog le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just updating...&lt;br /&gt;Went to Body Worlds exhibition. So cool. Extremely interesting.&lt;br /&gt;I thought that they started de exhibition in a really clever way. The momment u step in, a whole row of babies greeted u, nomatter how tiny they r. Next up is a sliced up view of a guy's toot stuck in a girl's toot. Haha, bt dat's not de point... It's really interesting. U ppl should go c.&lt;br /&gt;N i realised that most of the bodies belongs to smokers... n some of em r passive smokers...&lt;br /&gt;i mean, srsly, smoking fun? ya rite...i ll nvr smoke in a billion yrs...&lt;br /&gt;Animals r oso on display. I saw giraffes horse n deers.&lt;br /&gt;Dad bought de Body Worlds book n CD. 1 tee was 19.90. Buy 2 get 1 free. But only for white shirt. but I saw vry interesting designs. There was 1 with a pic of a heart on de top left n below it, was,"My heart in here". I want it but my dad says it's disgusting n ugly. His face just said dat he's not gna wear dat ever. I wasn gona go away without it. So I gave all de crap reasons on y u hav 2 but it. My dad didn want 2 buy it so he asked me to ask my mum hu was waiting 4 us at mac at de entrence o e science centre. When my mum came 2 de shop corner, she was like,"it's good! I think ur dad should wear it." I looked at my dad n laughed... There was another 1 dat says I love my heart. well, replace de love with a pic of a heart. I showed my mum n she jus said buy anth u want. So i took both shirts n a Da Vinci singlet. Love'em...&lt;br /&gt;Anw, flipped thru e book 1 night... shows more stuffs than de exhibition. Tink im gona watch de CD somday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOh!!! I jus got my hair straightened. Love it too. My sis went 2 Jap las yr n she jus knew i want a hair straightener. I still think dat i suit straight hair more dan de wave i got. Well, dat's 4 when i hav short hair like now. If i hav long hair, i prefer de wave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm... went 2 Jurong swimming pool on 1st of CNY. De 1 wif de slide n de wave pool. Cnt go 拜年so jus went along wif Pheobe. Haha she was so damn bloody cute!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Opps... Hm...gona do math... n a lot of other things...&lt;br /&gt;serious n junk things...&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;okok&lt;br /&gt;shall end here now.&lt;br /&gt;tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-3609020336487703880?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3609020336487703880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=3609020336487703880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/3609020336487703880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/3609020336487703880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2010/02/random-epi-3.html' title='Random Epi 3'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-6564791368588488496</id><published>2010-01-29T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T13:44:37.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unclear?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;UNCLEAR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u noe wad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have some clarifications 2 make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some ppl thinks dat my las post was about dds.&lt;br /&gt;Well, if u think dat, u're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i was toking bout my teammates hu kept toking bout it...made me jittery...ya&lt;br /&gt;n about de dds thing, im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for my readers, well, continue waiting. i think i'm gonna put in a random pate which may turn out to be not random...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, hope no misunderstandings. yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-6564791368588488496?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6564791368588488496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=6564791368588488496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/6564791368588488496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/6564791368588488496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2010/01/unclear.html' title='Unclear?'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-3511187905095367847</id><published>2010-01-27T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T23:20:39.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate It...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HATE IT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said monday was good bt dat dosn mean 2day is good.&lt;br /&gt;u ppl sure noe how 2 scare e hell outta me...&lt;br /&gt;having a heart attack any momment now isnt surprising... considering how fast my heart was beating jus now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, good news 4 my lovely readers... i wrote a bit... tink it's gna b readi...maybe...1 mth later? or maybe shorter idk... jus, i wrote a whole chunk las yr n im collating it. yeah...bt of coz i won put de ending up 1st. it's way way way too back. if u guys noe e ending, well, wad fun wuld it be? haha&lt;br /&gt;evil me...&lt;br /&gt;sry loh... hu ask me be de author...&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;br /&gt;P.S i tink my com's timing is weird... I posted de previous post 2 dae morn n it says tuesday 26 Jan...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-3511187905095367847?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3511187905095367847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=3511187905095367847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/3511187905095367847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/3511187905095367847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2010/01/hate-it.html' title='Hate It...'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-8692582094633775450</id><published>2010-01-27T05:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T19:19:51.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TALK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyya!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;I noe it's kinda weird y im bloggin like 5.30 in de morning but idk...jus feel like bloggin&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I find it weird dat u culd show a prefrence 4 sm1 whn u havn been in cntact wif dat persn... not toking bout me la... n i admire ur guts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i tink monday was really fruitful...&lt;br /&gt;so many things...&lt;br /&gt;i had a part in it...&lt;br /&gt;kinda surprised bout it...&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was planned b4 hand, 2gther wif de other thing.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah. confessions... jus feeling relief bout it. like the stone which had been pressing on me since las yr. It grew big, oh yes it did. A whole chunk came off las yr but dis perticular part refused to get off me. Now, i can just shake it off doing a jiggly dance... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 1 more thing.&lt;br /&gt;Grudges hav to be resolved in any way, no matter how long u held it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-8692582094633775450?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8692582094633775450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=8692582094633775450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/8692582094633775450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/8692582094633775450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2010/01/talk.html' title='Talk'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-7030747852705165368</id><published>2010-01-20T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T17:52:09.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AMAZING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in only 2 days, i got to know a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;the whole thing bout de relationships.&lt;br /&gt;n of coz som1 is crazy enough to ask me things...&lt;br /&gt;well, he is brave. brave enough to be from de heart.&lt;br /&gt;it's like...another...part...of each of them.&lt;br /&gt;a bit of here, a bit of there, a bit of everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;well, all de good points thou...haha&lt;br /&gt;kinda funny...&lt;br /&gt;even though i know hw it started, i still dun understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;trng was crazy...&lt;br /&gt;gotta 坚持下去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-7030747852705165368?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7030747852705165368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=7030747852705165368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/7030747852705165368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/7030747852705165368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2010/01/amazing.html' title='Amazing'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-2511117353911068241</id><published>2010-01-05T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:25:54.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opps...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OPPS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey ppl, i realised that i havn been bloggin for a month? yea.&lt;br /&gt;n sry man&lt;br /&gt;u guys noe im an inconsistent updater.&lt;br /&gt;n it dosn help whn my com died on me for 1 whole month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i moved on to &lt;em&gt;Never Let Me Go&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;em&gt;Kazuo Ishiguro &lt;/em&gt;n and then now &lt;em&gt;Daniel X: Watch the Skies&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;em&gt;James Patterson and Ned Rust&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I highly recomend Never Let Me Go...thou there r a lot of sex mentioned... opps...haha&lt;br /&gt;nth sick i promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my story, I hav to say, i didn hav any inspirations to write through out de holis. so dat's y I havn sent any updates. Oh no you dun go thinking i abandoned it. Im tellin u here n now dat i'll never abandon it unless circumstances allow.&lt;br /&gt;so, sry 4 not updating.&lt;br /&gt;bt good news, i started writing 1st day of sch.&lt;br /&gt;oh n pls, review. i really need ur reviews.&lt;br /&gt;those hu wants to read my story, jus tag me on de tagboard. like tell me n not "tagged" den expect me to send u de story so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, a new year means a new start.&lt;br /&gt;wishing evbd a gd yr ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waking up at 5.45 tmr. too early...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I still cnt believe im sec 2...&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. N turning 14 in...8 days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-2511117353911068241?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2511117353911068241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=2511117353911068241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/2511117353911068241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/2511117353911068241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2010/01/opps.html' title='Opps...'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-41978759503336931</id><published>2009-11-30T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T01:08:59.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;TRIBUTE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where to start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although its only a few days, so many things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. me first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised i have been thinking of many things. things which i should not even think about, things that only makes things worst, things that are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn be thinking of ppl of my past. They r good memories. Yet everytime i think of it, a spark of fire would ignite in me. 1 dat takes quite som time to get rid of, just like an ever-lasting fire, distinguished only by a vast amount of magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn be thinking about his impending doom. coz everytime i do, it would bring about a wave of emotions, just like the waves of the sea, always moving, never resting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn be thinking of food. when I do, i would think of him, coz he is our cook. without him, where would all my dinner come from? yet it is wrong. In his state, i should be thinking of him n not his food. i should love him as my family but not only bcoz he cooks delicious meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noe my darling is there to help me. he lost his too. but he was only so young. he said he couldn get over it for 4 weeks. but what he said later hit me hard. he said i was lucky dat I know mine more n longer than he does his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, fate had allowed me to know him, then love him, then grief for him. I should let him go, for he is my grandfather, a loving n caring one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-41978759503336931?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/41978759503336931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=41978759503336931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/41978759503336931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/41978759503336931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2009/11/tribute.html' title='Tribute'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-4839142227969624506</id><published>2009-11-23T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:48:03.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy N Contended</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy N Contended&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haizz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tired 2dae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friendly match wif 5 damn tall n strong guys frm fairfield sec i tink, 6 gan eng seng p6 guys n 5 dunno whr p6 girls.&lt;br /&gt;so tough... n laoshi kept letting me play. sit down 1-3 mins call me go play again...frm 1.30 pm i tink to 5.10 pm. play like xiao.&lt;br /&gt;bt inthe end, we still kena trashed...haha&lt;br /&gt;i tell u e fairfield guys damn cool leh. n dey look nice too. they ren freggin fast. my 1 step=their 2/3 step. leg vry long oso&lt;br /&gt;den they keep playing fast break. so in total, they hav 16 ppl n we onli hav 13 ppl&lt;br /&gt;den they play like 1 team play half of e 1st match n half o e 2 nd match. so it's like 3 team kept changing like dat.&lt;br /&gt;den my teammates hu r on court die like xiao. me too lah. coz we play 1/2 a quarter liao den all 5 players change. so it's like we damn tired liao den de opponent change players den dey all well rested den we like sigh n sigh n sigh.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i got praises frm laoshi. happy happy&lt;br /&gt;but overall, i feel happy&lt;br /&gt;coz ytd i toked to my darling. dun think dat he's my bf or anth&lt;br /&gt;he's jus my sms partner. haha.&lt;br /&gt;well, i admit dere's more to dat but neh, im not gna say wad&lt;br /&gt;i mean, im jus happy n contended toking to him lah. like whn &lt;em&gt;pretty&lt;/em&gt;bel toks to &lt;em&gt;som1&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...so. to vp, i found de drama u wanted to watch in my hse de other day. haha&lt;br /&gt;cn com over if u wan but only on thurs coz it's only thurs dat im free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i m on de way of finishing Brsingr de 2nd time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner wif prettybell, yilin n mandy jus nw.&lt;br /&gt;toked a lot.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;although i reached hm late, i still feel contended n happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haizz...&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll jus hav 2 endure till de last day&lt;br /&gt;trng 4 times a wk,&lt;br /&gt;since 2 weeks b4 holi started,&lt;br /&gt;mon, tues, wed, fri...&lt;br /&gt;im surprised im nt dead yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...jus let me feel nice, happy n  contended for now.&lt;br /&gt;n den snapp back to the other now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;br /&gt;P.S. i too lazy to upload pics frm my hp. maybe nxt time&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S bye bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-4839142227969624506?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4839142227969624506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=4839142227969624506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/4839142227969624506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/4839142227969624506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-n-contended.html' title='Happy N Contended'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-8139739881328046770</id><published>2009-10-19T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T12:13:36.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MOVIE MARATHON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching a tv drama...&lt;br /&gt;Through the night with my sister again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a very nice drama.&lt;br /&gt;Haha&lt;br /&gt;U may wonder how we finished 40 episodes so quickly. We fast forwarded the other parts n watched only the main character's parts. Haha... Coz it's de 2nd time we watched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called "DA4 REN2 WU4" n de actor of de main character is Nicholas Tse, ye noe, XIE4 TING2 FENG1? Haha&lt;br /&gt;If u watch it, u'll noe why we did dat. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think aft EOYs, Im gonna watch JUE2 SHI4 SHUANG1 JIAO1. I hav episode 1-40 (i think) n there r more...&lt;br /&gt;Hm... my sister said she's gonna find the rest of the show n buy it. Yeah, she finished episode 1-40 but I stopped at 33? ya but Im gonna re watch the whole thing. MOVIE MARATHON. Which reminds me that I still have 1 disc of the jap show "1 liter of tears" to watch wif vp. It's oso a vry nice show.&lt;br /&gt;Bout a girl getting a cruel disease. Long n cruel. Not saying more than that. Oh n I still hav de "new moon" promise i made to Mel. Haha, it's gona be a real movie marathon this yr...should be fun! Anyway, those shows I introduced, their good. Jus go watch n u'll see. &gt;_- .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch Keith. haha goin buy it aft exam oso. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm...wonder wad I'm doing. Not studying, playing, slacking. Wonder wad I'm really up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N I was suddenly reminded of him. Coz the main crac in DA4 REN2 WU4 is called YANG2 FAN2...-.-&lt;br /&gt;...the exact characters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wdv... n my sis kept teasing me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he had held on, I would hav made it possible.&lt;br /&gt;Nvm... It's over. Don't rake up the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should really start studying again.&lt;br /&gt;Least I fail n not get promoted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... should go now...&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-8139739881328046770?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8139739881328046770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=8139739881328046770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/8139739881328046770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/8139739881328046770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2009/10/movie-marathon.html' title='Movie Marathon'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-3921260351709850623</id><published>2009-10-19T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T11:49:22.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures From Last Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PICTURES FROM LAST POST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYfHXksKIdI/StvgDKBPr9I/AAAAAAAAADI/5rpyqkVJZS0/s1600-h/Photo163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394151323540107218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYfHXksKIdI/StvgDKBPr9I/AAAAAAAAADI/5rpyqkVJZS0/s320/Photo163.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eYfHXksKIdI/StvgCUWVZAI/AAAAAAAAADA/pi2_YP4dh5U/s1600-h/Photo172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394151309133046786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eYfHXksKIdI/StvgCUWVZAI/AAAAAAAAADA/pi2_YP4dh5U/s320/Photo172.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eYfHXksKIdI/StvcVX6vy9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/K9RX92060s0/s1600-h/Photo174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394147238462082002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eYfHXksKIdI/StvcVX6vy9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/K9RX92060s0/s200/Photo174.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eYfHXksKIdI/StvcU0WVx3I/AAAAAAAAACw/ncizhhNVSt0/s1600-h/Photo175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394147228914141042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eYfHXksKIdI/StvcU0WVx3I/AAAAAAAAACw/ncizhhNVSt0/s200/Photo175.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eYfHXksKIdI/StvcUNxeYfI/AAAAAAAAACo/Pafk0BLshiA/s1600-h/Photo176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 189px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394147218558968306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eYfHXksKIdI/StvcUNxeYfI/AAAAAAAAACo/Pafk0BLshiA/s200/Photo176.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eYfHXksKIdI/StvcTnFiALI/AAAAAAAAACg/AUY_20kzLVo/s1600-h/Photo177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394147208174108850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eYfHXksKIdI/StvcTnFiALI/AAAAAAAAACg/AUY_20kzLVo/s200/Photo177.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eYfHXksKIdI/StvcTB9GNDI/AAAAAAAAACY/d1TkLonY4IQ/s1600-h/Photo178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394147198206620722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eYfHXksKIdI/StvcTB9GNDI/AAAAAAAAACY/d1TkLonY4IQ/s200/Photo178.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not very clear but i think you can still see the clouds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are the main thing in the pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The city lights only further luminate the beauty of the clouds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well of coz u may not think that it is nice in any way but to me, it's heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have another 1, but it's in my hp. Maybe nxt time? haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait, and you'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-3921260351709850623?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3921260351709850623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=3921260351709850623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/3921260351709850623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/3921260351709850623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2009/10/pictures-from-last-post.html' title='Pictures From Last Post'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYfHXksKIdI/StvgDKBPr9I/AAAAAAAAADI/5rpyqkVJZS0/s72-c/Photo163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-2941576020997766586</id><published>2009-10-13T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T22:55:18.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool n Windy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Cool and Windy...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...EOYs just tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;not a few hours later...&lt;br /&gt;but neither m I in the mood to study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely, there is so many things I have yet to revise on.&lt;br /&gt;but here I sit, typing away, feeling nothing but soothing calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the weather. The weather these few days are perfect for enjoying.&lt;br /&gt;It's always nice and cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gentle touch on your skin, never too harsh never too soft. Satisfactory.&lt;br /&gt;It's fingers wrapping around you, alleviating your worries.&lt;br /&gt;It's cool taking the heat away from you.&lt;br /&gt;The wind...&lt;br /&gt;always playing with people's feelings...&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wondered why I want to fly so much.&lt;br /&gt;Well, 1st reason is obvious:&lt;br /&gt;It's bcoz of a book I read called Maximum Ride. Bird kids n stuffs...&lt;br /&gt;2nd reason:&lt;br /&gt;It's cool. I mean, who wouldn't think having wings like those arn't cool? Bird's wings for goodness sake!&lt;br /&gt;3rd reason:&lt;br /&gt;I love bird wings. There're perfect to me. I started loving them after I read de book.&lt;br /&gt;4th reason:&lt;br /&gt;It's exhilarating. Well of coz it is... no one's ever done dat without havin their butts sticking on to comfy chairs n seatbelts on, not to mention blowing air-con which gives off enough oxygen to fill your lungs...&lt;br /&gt;5th reason:&lt;br /&gt;No one will noe wad u r doing at night. If I jump out of my balcony window n go whooshing about in the sky, Im sure I can play till I drop.&lt;br /&gt;6th reason:&lt;br /&gt;The wind is cool. Like right now. Though I doubt anyone can actually fly out in de wind now without getting frost bite in a tropical country...coz my fingers r currently going colder with each word I type...&lt;br /&gt;7th reason:&lt;br /&gt;I just love the sky. Ye noe, it's kinda hard to not love the sky if u live in my house when u see skys like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(crap. cnt load de pics...maybe nxt time...sry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of coz there are more brilliant pictures like the sun setting which makes the whole house glow red n orange but sadly, I couldn't take that picture coz las time I still hadn't hav my now hp n my interest in capturing all de nice scenic pics around me which rarely shows itself las time hadn been so great. That's y u dun see it here. It happens, RARELY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a big regret. I swear the I'll take every picture I see fit to take breaths away from people and share them to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Here maybe...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoots, watched Harry Potter and de Order of Phoenix wif my sis las night...ended up sleeping at 4+...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U may ask y it takes so long to watch it. Ah, we're suppose to sleep n it's kinda troublesome whn ur sis's lappy cnt play de dvd n u had to use the computer while always looking for sgins which might tell u either ur parents or ur grandparents r waking n coming out of their rooms to go toilet n had to pause the show n switch off de monitor screen n jump on to ur sis's bed n u had to be quick n quiet to prevent getting caught by them n u had to wait until they finish using de toilet n go back to their room n switch off their light so that they can go back to sleep again then jump off ur bed n make sure they r really asleep then go back watching again until the next time they wake up n do the same thing again n mind u, the wake up so oftn such that I relly wonder if they had a good slp or not, then u had to go "sleep" n w8 4 ur grandma to prepare her stuff so that she cn go out to work at like say 3+ in de mornin n then when u just started getting up aft she left ur 2nd aunt n her family had to come in n sleep wif her little girl while her husband goes to help ur grandma with de work at de market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well , in the end I fell asleep while w8ting for Phoebe's dad to go out. but that's stupid...we only left 20mins of the show. bt we fin watching de las bit jus now whn no1 was at hm...haha&lt;br /&gt;ah but it's still windy.&lt;br /&gt;however, if u think the wind is a bit too strong or dat u're void of it, talk to it. I'm sure it'll answer ur plea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, I re-read harry pot n de Deathly Hallows a few weeks back n now re-reading Brisingr.&lt;br /&gt;tink Im gna draw a map base on my story...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nxt time there's a cold night, take a long long long long shower with hot water. Trust me, it's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;br /&gt;c ya nxt time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I started calling Harry Potter "Harry Pot" coz dat's wad it says on my sis'd movie ticket n i tot it was funny!&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. I jus realised I'm exactly 13 n 9 mths old!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-2941576020997766586?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2941576020997766586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=2941576020997766586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/2941576020997766586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/2941576020997766586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2009/10/cool-n-windy.html' title='Cool n Windy...'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-8621132107831016725</id><published>2009-10-03T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T17:44:00.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Dinosaur...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Funny Dinosaur...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh crap... she found out bout it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah bt dat's not de point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I m here to tell u wat I did on a perticular night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One sleepless night, I was feeling vry bored bout doin hw. So, I went to my mum's room n found this:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388352861934737154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eYfHXksKIdI/SsdGYRQUVwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/12-duvUGDGA/s320/Photo147.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, anyway, I wondered what it is and here is what I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388355380079378418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eYfHXksKIdI/SsdIq2EyP_I/AAAAAAAAABA/210eKuBZk6I/s320/Photo105.jpg" /&gt; Up close, like this:&lt;br /&gt;The Head &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388355396298171330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eYfHXksKIdI/SsdIryfpY8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/srP9GucBNRw/s320/Photo126.jpg" /&gt;The Body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388355407419454722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYfHXksKIdI/SsdIsb7KtQI/AAAAAAAAABY/93cmL0CDvLg/s320/Photo127.jpg" /&gt;The Tail&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388355388292622114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYfHXksKIdI/SsdIrUq-ZyI/AAAAAAAAABI/1d0zUiTwnw0/s320/Photo133.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I was figuring out how to piece them all up n there, I got this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388355416652893538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eYfHXksKIdI/SsdIs-UlzWI/AAAAAAAAABg/vNRww0rkdyU/s320/Photo140.jpg" /&gt;That's my finger by the way. Angus O''Neil's...not a bad brand of ginger beer if u wanna hav a good time burping...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I spent quiet some time piecing it up...&lt;br /&gt;and this funny T-Rex had to fall off my table n became like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388434083031677906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eYfHXksKIdI/SseQP9a1-9I/AAAAAAAAABo/Bz0DVkfV18w/s320/Photo143.jpg" /&gt;But, It's certainly a beauty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388434090994402914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eYfHXksKIdI/SseQQbFThmI/AAAAAAAAABw/2bmSd4VUUCY/s320/Photo152.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But trust me, It's a fragile creature...&lt;br /&gt;Ha...It's probably the 1st time I posted pics on posts...haha&lt;br /&gt;Opps...drank too much tea just now, kinda feel awake...&lt;br /&gt;Thou I just watched Harry Potter 3 n 4...not a bad movie but Harry looks more handsom in de 3rd movie n he totally messed it up in the 4th..&lt;br /&gt;well, my sis said he learnt his lesson but I think not coz he cut his hair at the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;His hair was too long at the 4th but it was too short for the 5th...&lt;br /&gt;Even so, Im still gonna buy de disc... Wondering whr de 1st disc is hiding in my house...&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;Have I told how I LOVE british accent? It's brilliant! I tried immitating but it WASNT a success...&lt;br /&gt;The other time I went to Aussie, I actually got influenced by them...a bit... Quite cool but it's kinda weird in sgp...&lt;br /&gt;Well, Frankly speaking, That, WAS quite a success...&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes Im happy bout it.&lt;br /&gt;I like Australian accent but I LOVE British accent...kinda using american...not so much of singlish but can pass as american...&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah, I tink I gotta go slp...maybe a little while later to check on my pet...&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad idea...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nox...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-8621132107831016725?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8621132107831016725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=8621132107831016725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/8621132107831016725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/8621132107831016725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2009/10/funny-dinosaur.html' title='Funny Dinosaur...'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eYfHXksKIdI/SsdGYRQUVwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/12-duvUGDGA/s72-c/Photo147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-8427853089098262119</id><published>2009-09-30T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T01:11:23.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Epi 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Random Epi 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo ppl!&lt;br /&gt;I jus created a facebook acc.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i noe it's kinda late...coz i didn wan my mail to get flooded with lame msgs...haha&lt;br /&gt;add me if u want, jus search my name. im sure u noe me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised i'm not de only 1 ard me hu went into de peer prob. haha.&lt;br /&gt;n i gotta admit, her's kinda worst den mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoots...watched Harry Potter n de Chamber of Secrets 3 nites ago n watched Harry Potter n de Prisoner of Azkaban las nite...ended up waking at...2 p.m?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up jus to call amanda...haha wanted to call her long time ago...&lt;br /&gt;got stuffs 2 tell me...&lt;br /&gt;but she hung u n said i'll call u at 9.30 n till now, 3h 5 mins aft 9.30, still no call...haha&lt;br /&gt;maybe should tke de liberty to call her...&lt;br /&gt;after all, she asked my to do it first...&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm...havn taken a shower...gona do it later...w8 for my hair to dry while doin hw... maybe maths...hm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so sorry guys...I hav 2 giv a whole bunch of lies...but it's my way of working things out.&lt;br /&gt;I noe wad I said didn make sense. but I cnt help it either...&lt;br /&gt;Sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...my sis was "stealing" a few sips of de ginger beer on my table jus now to wake me up...&lt;br /&gt;well, i pretended not to hear...&lt;br /&gt;then I realised de ginger beer she was drinking was one with de strongest ginger taste in sgp...&lt;br /&gt;later aft dinner, she was a whole bunch of other ginger beer on de shelf n said,&lt;br /&gt;"I shouldn't hav drunk dat one on yr table. It tastes horrible. Had a hard time forcing it down my throat."&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;serves her right...&lt;br /&gt;well, she dunno how to drink ginger beer de proper way...or at least the way i call "proper"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip One:&lt;br /&gt;Never drink it in big gulps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip Two:&lt;br /&gt;Take as long as u want to drink yr ginger beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use my tips well n u'll be able to spend some QUALITY time with it...&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Im gona bring a bottle to sch tmr...&lt;br /&gt;n drink it aft my dental appointment...haha&lt;br /&gt;n dat means im not gona do weight tmr...&lt;br /&gt;it sounds good isnt it? but i think i de opposite...haha&lt;br /&gt;maybe just a little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft dat, im gonna rush off to bugis (coz it's jus 3-4 mrt stops away frm NDC)...need to buy my sis's b'day present...she kept hinting me wad she wants...haha&lt;br /&gt;coz it's tmr...or today considering t's already aft 12 a.m. n going to 1 a.m...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hme learning 2dae...so no sch...&lt;br /&gt;but study day...kinda funny...&lt;br /&gt;but it saved me...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i should spend less $ tmr...&lt;br /&gt;need to save up my remaining $ for her b'dae present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay...no tuition tmr!!&lt;br /&gt;going to my mum's sch for mid-authum festival celebration. haha&lt;br /&gt;went to perform for my pri sch's on fri las wk...haha ye noe? CO? Yang Qin? ah but I accompanied my junior...she's soloing dizi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me dat im gona solo dis yr end...&lt;br /&gt;my yang qin tcr wanted a performence to giv all his students a chance to preform... it's rare... not all teachers wants dat coz it's so troublesom. but hey, cn't miss out on de experience ya?&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i think dat's a good news to my dear Cheryl Ong. She had always wanted to c me play my Yang Qin. Oh n just to warn u, Im gona get u bball ppl n u budds of mine to come. no refusal. haha well, unless it crashes wif other things but i dun think dat's likely coz it'll be at night.&lt;br /&gt;opps...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea!&lt;br /&gt;gna watch Harry Potter n de Goblet of Fire tmr night (hopefully) n try to wake up in time for morn trg...if not Li Wen dd will be mad...&lt;br /&gt;well, not exactly la but still...&lt;br /&gt;I couldn let cy get scolded ya? friends after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me, i better stops now...if not, i'll not be able to hav enough rest to last me through to 1.45 p.m later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents's waterbed feels so comfortable... maybe next time when i grow up, i'll buy 1...&lt;br /&gt;definitely not now coz i won be able to wake up early enough de nxt day if I slept on it...well, not dat my current bed is working well. Sometimes, it just feels too good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh....it's hazy today...&lt;br /&gt;not as hazy as some but it looks pretty all de same...&lt;br /&gt;Funny how I love hazy days but it's harmful.&lt;br /&gt;In just love being wrong...&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;ironically, i'm mostly right whn it cms to judging ppl...&lt;br /&gt;well, I wish i can take this wonderful scene from my window n show u here. just dat im lazy... n dis isnt de nicest view...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im gona get a pair of specs...haha... wonder hw i look in 1&lt;br /&gt;but all de more i hope i won hav 2 use 1 (most unlikely). It's kinda bad for playing bball. maybe better for studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh n 1 more thing. I thnk i like science most...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;c ya nxt time i decided im not lazy to blog&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;br /&gt;P.S. JMac ROX!!!&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S Yess!! I found de missing piece! did i mention i was constructing a mini t-rex out of random parts? oh n it comes frm de big oval grey egg...haha (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-8427853089098262119?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8427853089098262119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=8427853089098262119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/8427853089098262119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/8427853089098262119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-epi-2.html' title='Random Epi 2'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-4180021745851641432</id><published>2009-09-23T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T04:32:39.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He is HOT man!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HE IS HOT MAN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh...Jesse McCartney is HOT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha but i gotta admit, he looks quite cute when he was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like his hair style when he was 16,&lt;br /&gt;I love the songs in his 3rd album (wana get de recharged version but i dun find it anwhr)&lt;br /&gt;and finally,&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE HIS VOICE!!!&lt;br /&gt;He has a beautiful voice. I just love it. Arggh... cn't stand de madness... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I hav said many many times, I m crazy by nature.&lt;br /&gt;So my being mad isnt abnormal.&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;Being so mad about Jesse McCartney is really blowing me off... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHGUGUGU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going crazy again...tata!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-4180021745851641432?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4180021745851641432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=4180021745851641432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/4180021745851641432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/4180021745851641432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2009/09/he-is-hot-man.html' title='He is HOT man!!'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-4768383945690935081</id><published>2009-09-21T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T22:22:35.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Instruments</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;INSTRUMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YO HO HO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;as u can see, it's all bout instruments&lt;br /&gt;for a start, lemme count how many types of instrument i hav in the 5 rm flat of mine...haha&lt;br /&gt;hm...&lt;br /&gt;1 piano,&lt;br /&gt;1 yang qin,&lt;br /&gt;1 guitar,&lt;br /&gt;1 er hu,&lt;br /&gt;1 hu2 lu2 si1,&lt;br /&gt;1 recorder,&lt;br /&gt;a whole bunch(7?) of di2 zi3.&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;7 &lt;em&gt;types&lt;/em&gt; of instrument n probably 13 instruments. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I had went out to take a bottle of ginger beer light n ended up making beef patties which i had used to make into bugers which dosn taste too goo coz i put too little salt. haha...&lt;br /&gt;learned dat in home econs haha. but overall, it's quite nice n quite healthy.haha&lt;br /&gt;yay&lt;br /&gt;so Im bac&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i realise i like cooking&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;esp whn ppl tinks im good at it. haha!! all thanks to my mum, I hav a little knowledge to fill me in whn my teacher didn really teach.&lt;br /&gt;another thing my hm ecns tch didn really teach is how to sew. Well, I gotta thank myself for liking to sew 1st den thank mel for showing me blanket stich las yr. dat's y i sew so fast... wel, faster than my friends does anw, maybe coz i've been prac-ing las yr aft PSLE. haha. made pouches for my friends n my sis n me. haha&lt;br /&gt;I've been really proud o myself whn i produced such a nice thing. haha&lt;br /&gt;yea.&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda mental. putting my interest in the wrong thing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess it's um till here now. Drinking ginger beer light (ooh!! I still hav 1 more ginger beer in my kitchen-not light, original). hav piano lesson later. tata!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Body Language is such a cool song!!&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S It's by Jesse McCartney btw...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-4768383945690935081?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4768383945690935081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=4768383945690935081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/4768383945690935081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/4768383945690935081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2009/09/instruments.html' title='Instruments'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-7078571545177910720</id><published>2009-09-10T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T19:15:18.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Black Magician Trilogy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE BLACK MAGICIAN TRILOGY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. By the title, i think u could guess wad im up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for those hu noes me, U'll noe Im a bookworm.&lt;br /&gt;For those hu noes me even longer when my old old blog was still in use, u'll noe wad it is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm jus here 2 say, I'm goin to slip back to being the mad abt books side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as u can see from the title, the story I'm going to share is about this wonderful trilogy which earned a whole bunch of praises. Well, dat includes me. As a girl, I personally think that the guys would be a bit jelous coz after reading the trilogy, u'll find that the male character de female lead had fallen in love for is purely attractive in many manny ways.&lt;br /&gt;Just check it out yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably not give out too much info.&lt;br /&gt;So anw, just a brief 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A slum girl call Sonea found out that she has magical abilities. The Guild of magicians went out to search for her. Found her eventually.&lt;br /&gt;Wadever happens nxt, go find out in de book-&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The Magicians' Guild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonea study in the Guild and was constantly harassed be another novice. her guardianship got changed by the ever so intimidating High Lord because of reasons I cn't tell here.&lt;br /&gt;Go find out wad happens in de book-&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The Novice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonea went round with our lovely intimidating High Lord Akkarin n got herself exiled. Did something with Akkarin.&lt;br /&gt;Wadever happens nxt, go find out urself. Book name-&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The High Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sad to say, I can't reveal much about it. It'll be a spoiler if i do. Bt wad I said pretty much covers the whole thing. Just think about that line. U'll get it someday. Better still, go read it. Dun have? go buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, de last book is sure to capture every girl's heart. U'll probably be grieving for a certain character for weeks but as wad de auther said, hey, u'll remember the story any how rite? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's right thou. If she didn kill that character, I bet it won't be a such a success. Some bad things must happen. I agree wif de author that not every story ends wif de usual couples-get-together-n-live-happily-ever-after or the u-get-wad-u -think-de-crac(character)-will-do-in-the-end sort. Hm...Maybe I'll make an important crac in my story die too...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U noe, I pretty much dun wan dat certain crac to die. Everything is just so perfect n dat crac hav to die. A bit of regret there but well, I'm so in on the sequel to dat trilogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called The &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Traitor Spy Trilogy&lt;/span&gt;. So far, I noe dat the 1st bk-&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The Ambassadors' Mission&lt;/span&gt;, is goin to be out midd of nxt yr IN AUSTRALIA. So it PROBABLY reach SGP earliest like nxt nxt year(2011)...maybe shorter...or longer.&lt;br /&gt;Well, dat's 1 thing fans of de trilogy can be mad about. Trudi Canavan's goin on to the second book-&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The Rogue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, the las book is &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The Traitor Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean while, I suggest we be patient n wait for the &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;PREQUEL &lt;/span&gt;to the Black Magician trilogy to come here. It's called &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Apprentice&lt;/span&gt;. Only 1 book. That book, so I've heard, gives u a good intro the the world Sonea lives in. So, Give it a go. At least I have some thing worth to go to the book store for now. U can read the 1st chap frm Trudi's website. Just click the link down thr that says "&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Black Magician Trilogy, The&lt;/span&gt;" under the "Nice Book Websites" section on the left n u'll just explore around de site. U'll get thr eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably dun sound really mad 2 u but trust me, I hyperventilate everytime I think of the certain crac. haha. It really does take a while for u to settle down. Maybe dis time it'll be shorter coz it's my 2nd time reading it. But it still got that effect on me. I won't be surprised that my friends will think I'm a bit annoying n irritating whn sch reopens.haha they jusg got to read it to understand it.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I guess I'll leave u here to ponder over whether u wanna read de book or not. So, Bye Bye!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-7078571545177910720?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7078571545177910720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=7078571545177910720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/7078571545177910720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/7078571545177910720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2009/09/black-magician-trilogy.html' title='The Black Magician Trilogy'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-4864285813078403232</id><published>2009-09-03T12:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T22:27:21.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BLEAH...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo Ho HO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I kinda scared u guys again wif my previous post...haha&lt;br /&gt;Anw, there's nothing u guys hav 2 worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's nothing new up, except I keep 4getting to send the new n updated version of my story...haha&lt;br /&gt;feeling kinda curious ya? Well, i'm not gona post it here 1st-ly, it's too long, 2nd-ly, i dun wana spoil de fun...hehe&lt;br /&gt;dere's another way though, just tag me on de tag board down the n tell me ur email add n ohla!! u'll get ur updates frm me(note: it's not vry frequent...haha...jus bear wif it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm...Feeeling quite nice here, sitting in com lab 2...heh heh, de fastest coms here in sch...de air con blowing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was feeling really happy n high ytd...&lt;br /&gt;maybe coz I " knew" sth good would happen?&lt;br /&gt;I mean it happened ytd. haha&lt;br /&gt;hmm...I gotta thank rong-yin for discovering dat place...it kinda cheered me up...haha though i didn go all de way ytd. haha.&lt;br /&gt;I realised sth, being high makes me tired..&lt;br /&gt;like if i'm high for...say...half a day, i&lt;br /&gt;ll need half a day to recover...&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;which is de reason y i felt myself about to fall asleep during class jus now...&lt;br /&gt;well at least I finished my ying4 yong4 wen2...haha&lt;br /&gt;de very few times i actually DID NOT fall asleep when writing sth like dis...&lt;br /&gt;whoops...o.o...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Monday although there was trng ...really long trng...&lt;br /&gt;coz I was really high during de teachers' day celebration den my idol praised me during trng!! n she talk to me whn we ate 2gether!!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;said I hav potential...haha dat I noe but it came frm her...&lt;br /&gt;ahha&lt;br /&gt;n she likes extermely flavoured food...Isabel arh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 more mins to end of lunch. hm...maybe I shall end here. haha&lt;br /&gt;coz i need go back 2 class...&lt;br /&gt;history next n last.&lt;br /&gt;happy happy&lt;br /&gt;after sch, wana go eat noodles den go wan3 qing1 yuan2.&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda dumb. It's so near Toa Payoh n I hav 2 go back to Bukit Timah den go bac to Toa Payoh...&lt;br /&gt;Going 1 big round over n over again...haha&lt;br /&gt;bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-4864285813078403232?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4864285813078403232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=4864285813078403232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/4864285813078403232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/4864285813078403232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2009/09/bleah.html' title='Bleah...'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-5379980693536514163</id><published>2009-08-04T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:09:55.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drifting?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drifting?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U probably wonder what the problem is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I cant really say so too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I dun really know hu u were mentioning in ur blog but if i havn guessed wrongly, it's among de few hu went to kap 2day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, prime suspect, ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if im really the person u said, well, drifting apart, yes we are&lt;br /&gt;n amazingly, we still are.&lt;br /&gt;even after that &lt;em&gt;nice&lt;/em&gt; post i dedicated to u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe that woke u up a bit but idk.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was some failure or som sort. U seem 2 get the idea but u dun rlly noe hw 2 show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe dat's hw amanda felt whn u were with me all the time for the last 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, maybe that's also what I get for having a friend like u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amanda's not here.&lt;br /&gt;u're stressed.&lt;br /&gt;u have ur freedom to make new friends blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but u noe sth, u broke my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ironic...seeing u n ur new best friend 2gether talking like we used to, saying stuffs like we used to, sharing secrets like we used to, alwayse looking for each other like we used to.&lt;br /&gt;U were enjoying. Yet I m sitting right infront of u, going through hell, having my heart tear again and again everytime I look at both of u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hav u ever noticed it?&lt;br /&gt;oh yes I 4got. we are drifting apart. it's gettin harder to guess wad im thinking huh? same as I u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda ironic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im trying...&lt;br /&gt;trying to not look at both of u...&lt;br /&gt;trying not to think of the times when we were still 2gether...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think I even talked 2 u about Fruits at novena ya?...&lt;br /&gt;I said everyting right didn't i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, i cant say it all spot on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because we drifted apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don even know how u feel.&lt;br /&gt;I dont even think I will ever feel what u feel again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U could tell ur new best friend all ur new secrets.&lt;br /&gt;I would cling on to the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U may repeat all that u've said to me.&lt;br /&gt;I will try as hard to forget them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had someone whom I can speak to everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Now I havent.&lt;br /&gt;U may think talking to Melissa is a good choice but do u think all that I have to say actually mean anything to her?&lt;br /&gt;I only can keep everything in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;There is so much I want to say, so much to tell, yet that person ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u seen those chain mails?&lt;br /&gt;"A friend leaves u alone if that's what everybody does but a buddy always follows u no matter what"&lt;br /&gt;Melissa is my buddy. U r a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Melissa and I follow each other. U leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe time for me to go on.&lt;br /&gt;But u r my anchor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be free of u until we reach JC1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U remember this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are drifting apart. I clung on, but u turned away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-5379980693536514163?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5379980693536514163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=5379980693536514163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/5379980693536514163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/5379980693536514163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2009/08/drifting.html' title='Drifting?'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-6749535609994398542</id><published>2009-06-27T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:03:03.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hav u ever dreamed of the sky?&lt;br /&gt;Hav u ever dreamed or the sea?&lt;br /&gt;Hav u ever dreamed of the land?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hav u ever dreamed of the past?&lt;br /&gt;Hav u ever dreamed of the present?&lt;br /&gt;Hav u ever dreamed of the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it tells u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have dreamt of all those I asked above.&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell u about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sky:&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that I was a mutant. Avian luh. I had just sprouted bird wings. I was so excited to try them out. I aimed at my room's window which is locked and almost instantly, I was flying freely in the sky. Don't ask me how I got out coz it's still a mystrey to me. There were 2 other ppl flying with me. We were moving our avian wings powerfully, propelling ourselves through the air while playing with each other. It was wonderfull. The wind grazing your face, the feel of being free of the ground, the feel of the movement of muscles I never had, joy of flying and the warmth of the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go on forever. Surrender myself to the power of flight. But something told me I must land. So I flew straight into my house from the balcony because that is the only opened window. My family saw me and gave me a "OMG!!! what have u become? hu r u?" kind of look. I sort of explained to them in a fastforwarded way. They wern't really happy. Then I flew up to the roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a thunderstorm. I hav no idea why I feel the need to go out in the thunderstorm so I got ready for take off. When I jumped off the flat, I dropped like a bomb falling from the sky. Under normal circumstances, I would be screaming my head off but I wasn't. I was feeling calm n all. I let myself drop a bit more, then opened my wings. At first, I couldn't open it. I started panicking then I realised my body was very tensed. I made myself losen up and rolled my shoulders to open my wings. SWHOOHS...My wings caught the wind and I went up immediately, leaving a few stories left to death. I flew hard. I used all of my strength to push my wings down. Rain beat on me. Suddenly, I felt that I couldn't go on anymore. I started to drop nomatter how hard I tried to go high. Then, I turned and flew down. I landed on the multi-storey carpark infront of my flat, drenched in rain water. something came down on me. I didn't noe what that was. I quickly spreded my wings n flew up while gritting my teeth. When I finally got in to my house, I saw approval on my family's face. Idk why. Just like that, I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sea:&lt;br /&gt;I was working at my desk in my office. I heard that there is gna be an overseas trip to a place which was very beautiful. I didn't want to go at first but my boss forced me to so I went to sgin up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went there by bus. When we reached there, I was awed by the scene. The sea was crystal clear. The hotel rooms were sparkling clean. Everything was perfect. I went to my room to unpack my stuffs. My boss said that there is gna be a party at his room that night n specially wanted me to be there. Well, everybody knows that my boss has been wooing me for a very long time now. I didn't want to go but he said there was gna be a surprise for me. So, I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I stepped into his room, many ppl were there. then I saw the surprise. My boss knew how much I love the sea and right in front of me is a mini pool which was connected to the sea. I sat there for a while. Most of my collagues were in the pool. Some were even swimming out into the sea. Just when I was mesmerised by the pool, somebody grabbed me from behnd. A voice said,"why don't u go for a swim with me?" I turned around and saw my boss standing behind me. For one momment, I didn't feel like swimming. So I rejected his offer. The weird thing is, I love being in the water and everytime there is a chance for me to hav a dip, I would take it. But now, I actually rejected it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss kept pestering me even when I said no to him like a billion times but he kept on n on. so in the end, I decided to go for a dip. The momment I entered the water, something flashed through my mind, like I am recovering all the memories I have lost long time ago. Then something hit me. I am really recovering all my lost memories. Then I remembered that I was betroth to the prince of the sea, that I was deeply in love with him. But on the day before our big day, an old enemy attacked us, trying to kidnap me. My fiancce covered my mind with a layer of mist to protect me from the dangers and sent me to safety while he continued to fight. When the time has come, I will return and to be with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started swimming out as fast as I can, my boss shouting for me to stay. I ignored him and continued swimming. When I finally stopped, I saw a familiar head on the surface of the water. My heart fluttered and I swam at high speed to him, the person I loved dearly. I laughed as I crashed into him, happy memories flooded into me. For a momment, I had totally forgotten about the people I came here with. My love brought me back to the palace and I got changed into my wedding gown. Suddenly, I remembered about the people who cam to this place with me. I told my love that I want to go back to have a last look at them and tell them that I am leaving. He didn't want to coz he knows my boss liked me but I still gt around him. Hs accompanied me to the Hotel and we saw my boss weaping. I sprang up on him, half of my body still in the water. My boss was shocked to see me. He said I was gone for 6 days. That I know very well. I did not tall him where I ad been the past 6 days coz humans are not supposed to know. He wanted me to come up and rest but I could not do it. My legs had already transformed into a fish tail. If I stay above the water for any longer, Im goin to die. I said a fare well to him but he grabbed my arm and wouldn't let me go. Then, my love came and lay the mist on his mind, making him forget me and forget about everything he saw today then brought me back to the palace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got scolded by my mother-in-law the momment i came back. After she was done, I was sent back to my room to get ready to walk the asle. Everything went on smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;After we cut the ribbon, we were off on our honeymoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...maybe that would be a bit disgusting to some of u but it's true. I did dream of dat long time ago n im still figuring out hu my "husband" is. quite a cute cum fierce guy but idk his looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Land:&lt;br /&gt;I was running away from someone or something Im not sure. I was running in this place which had yellow coloured walls with funny squiggles on it, making it look scary. Then out of the blue, I dropped into a hole and before I even know it, I was awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk what those dreams were for but I know they are telling me something. It's like the dreams are giving me a sign or sth but idk what it all sums up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Past:&lt;br /&gt;I never though I would but I did. I dreamt of the past.&lt;br /&gt;I did that quite a few times. It dosn come often. I had dreamt of myself doing things I have done the day before. It was like a scene replay but in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Present:&lt;br /&gt;It was a sunnfy day in me dreams n I dreamt that I was dreaming of myself dreaming something else. The scary part is that when I woke up, I was in the exact same position as I was in my dream. This type of dreams rarely comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Future:&lt;br /&gt;It hppened a lot of times. I'll just say 1 of them.&lt;br /&gt;I was really confused. I had just came out of the shower and sat down with my family to watch a movie which was played on the tv. I havn't watch it so I sat on the long n hard sofa and watched the whole movie.&lt;br /&gt;After a loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong time (I think it's a few years), I came out of the shower and saw the same thing play on the tv. Then, I said,"Havn't we wached this like long time ago?" Then, my dad, mum n sister looked at me with the kind of weird look like I'm an alien. then I went to sit down to watch. Then, I realised I was sittin at the same place, sitting in the same pose wearing the same clothes with the same cushions on the sofa in the same place, watching the same show. I said 1 more time that we have alreay watched it but my mum said that she haven watched it, neither did my dad nor my sister. I even told them what will happen the the characters in the movie and I was spot on. My mum asked me if I had watched it somwhr else wif som1 else and I answered that I had watched the show with them when they were sitting like that. Everything was exactly the same as I had dreamed. I was like when I dreamt on the past but only the other way round, seeing it in my dream then in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my dreams r trying to tell me something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U may think dreams r just dreams, it isnt trusted or stuffs like that. If that is so, how do u explain the De Javu thing whem I dreamt of the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-6749535609994398542?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6749535609994398542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=6749535609994398542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/6749535609994398542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/6749535609994398542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-5873680017035434755</id><published>2009-06-27T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T23:13:31.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GECO Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GECO Concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... so let's say it was a success...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con Brio III.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's wad it's called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tripple cheers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i tot i was gonna be...scru-ing up my yq parts. amazingly, it wasnt dat bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love de percussion piece. it's so wonderfull. my sis n her boys n girls wanted de composers to come out n bow on stage 2 credit dem but dey dun wan2... coz dey r humble n nice... haha... no kidding.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i shall credit dem here. they r moses n lim wei. both vry great ppl.&lt;br /&gt;but of course, without our lovely percussion ppl, the piece is dead and it cannot become what it is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for everyone in GE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-5873680017035434755?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5873680017035434755/comments/default' 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sleepy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cannot continue sleeping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz my grandma won allow it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes on n on n on for every week.&lt;br /&gt;Monday-training then GE.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday-plnnd 2 slck whl dy snc I havn rlly hd whl dy 2 mi for vry vry lng time.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday-training then GE.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday-decided to slack for the week so I started slacking again.&lt;br /&gt;Friday-training then GE.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday-finlly abl 2 wke up l8 coz I hd bn crvin it evr snc I've gt trngs on sat whch is las yr.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday-spend day wif family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, dat's basically hw I lived my holi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than tuesday n thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still tired...esp whn it's GE concert day 2day, considering it's 12.45 am now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hav to wake up really early latr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna borrow my sis's lappy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus to c if i cn do a bit of my freaking history hw at GE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe it or not, i spend 2-3 weeks on finding info for my history n realised i got it all wrong ytd...actually, a few hrs ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun feel like doing hw... i wanna hav extended holi... cn hav 6 extra days to complete my hw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im left wif 2 dys 2 fin my to-me-impossible-to-finish-within-2-days homework...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n my letter to lizzie... feel so guilty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-4832490317367329318?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4832490317367329318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-2122718611817144314</id><published>2009-05-13T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:57:34.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Title?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No Title?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haizz..... i seriously wonder what I should put for my title...Random Epi 2? or maybe something simple like...Ginger Beer ROCKS!!?? Yes? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really wanna drink de 75oml of ginger beer on my table but...it's just too wam here in my little room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE GINGER BEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well...I am suppose to do my work...coz dere's no tuition 2day. lucky me...hehheh...&lt;br /&gt;but here I am, bloggin...haha... naughty me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh... mel n vp n sim hav got their commen test finished!!&lt;br /&gt;which means... I-Can-Meet-Them !!! wee wee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the structure of an atom...nowonder Tillie keeps "atom-ing" n "atom-ing" frm the head to the toe...now, i noe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger Beer ROCKS!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE GINGER BEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I going to die tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Hw n hw...never ending...&lt;br /&gt;at least i got my ginger beer!!&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Lord of the Rings soundtract just makes me wanna write... n do work... n concentrate better. like i m not evern tinking of de asn to my chem hw...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GINGER BEER ATTACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ahhahahahahahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah...ma gin'er ber...&lt;br /&gt;ohh man...it taste so good...&lt;br /&gt;now i'mma firin'up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to homwork...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;ok...&lt;br /&gt;tink imma gonna change blogskin...&lt;br /&gt;arrggh.... goddamned neighbour...smooking like nobody's buisness...EVERYNIGHT...cnt stand it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;lucky my ginger beer is not contaminated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoos...everytime i take a drink off my lovely ginger beer, i start to heat up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cooling, now dat i got my hair cut till it's untieable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep i drawing file...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wdv...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;won tok anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I decided to rename dis post...n de title's gonna be "Random Epi 2" right down here...\&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-2122718611817144314?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2122718611817144314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=2122718611817144314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/2122718611817144314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/2122718611817144314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-title.html' title='No Title?'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-7286530288505638453</id><published>2009-05-04T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:58:35.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Epi 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Random Epi 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm... just being random here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i'm suppose to be studying for my math blocks tmr...as in like LESS THAN 24 HRS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i suddenly feel like bloggin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my crap reasons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, anyway, so far solved 2 problems wif my friends, written the intro of a story, failing n passing blocks...seriously, i'm prepared for alll this crap results...(but at least i passed some...^.^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so back to why i suddenly feel like bloggin (oh i'm feelin so guilty now...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K anw, I was sitting there on my desk, doing my math while my idol's picture's on my computer's screen. Then, I smelt this super familiar smell of hot dogs...HOT DOGS... so i ran out of my room (which, apparently, is only a few steps...3?) and suggested,"Why don't we hav a hot dog?"&lt;br /&gt;My lovely sister was nodding her head...coz she wanz it too...haha...duh~...lame...wdv...&lt;br /&gt;so I went to make it (currenly w8ting 4 it to heat up...).&lt;br /&gt;When i sat down, I suddenly feel like crapping on my blog...like now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, dat was it.&lt;br /&gt;off to my hot dogs...yum yum hot dogs...yum yum skinless hot dogs...&lt;br /&gt;ok stop crapping now...&lt;br /&gt;eating my dog...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...bac frm eating my dog... still eating actually...so typin wif 1 hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, dere r 10 dogs...cn't possibly finish dem all at 1 go... so i went abt saying,"Get ur dogs here! Anybody wants their dogs?"&lt;br /&gt;and the end product is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate 1,&lt;br /&gt;dad ate 1,&lt;br /&gt;mum ate 1,&lt;br /&gt;sis ate 1,&lt;br /&gt;i ate 1,&lt;br /&gt;mum ate 1,&lt;br /&gt;dad ate 1,&lt;br /&gt;i ate 1,&lt;br /&gt;sis ate 1,&lt;br /&gt;im eating last 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...i got 4 dogs... still eating it...savouring it...mm, mmmmmmm... yummy... dogs...hot dogs...HOT dogs... HOT DOGS...&lt;br /&gt;such a delicasey...luv it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...done eating the last one...&lt;br /&gt;i seriously feel guilty... but at least the eating eased it...dogs... my lovely hot dogs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'll go bac to doing my math...so i won feel guilty...n get more lousy scores...&lt;br /&gt;but i think i'll still get distracted...coz i get distracted easily... heh heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S de title is called "Random Episode 1" is coz i tink i'll post more random stuffs llike more hot dogs...so dis is called "Random Epi 1". Pardon me 4 dat...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S I LOVE HOT DOGS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.S promise i'll post the aussie adventures up soon...maybe june holis?? yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.S.S tink i'm gonna rite a song fic to a fan fic... haha...jus go see my multiply (de video blog of mine) n watch the 1st video on the screen &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;N READ THE COMMENTS ON TOP OF THE VIDEO BY ME&lt;/span&gt;... haha...shall stop now coz im really really feelin very very very guilty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.S.S.S gonna change my blogskin soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.S.S.S.S bye bye...hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-7286530288505638453?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7286530288505638453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=7286530288505638453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/7286530288505638453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/7286530288505638453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-epi-1.html' title='Random Epi 1'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-8653396004423676996</id><published>2009-04-25T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T17:07:49.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I didn't wan to post this story but there's nothing i can post, my dear readers. so, here u go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bleeding Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Prologue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I stood there, feeling the breeze on my face. I closed my eyes and thought about how we got together, how we got separated, our reunion and our final separation. It was incredible that so much could happen in just a week.&lt;br /&gt;     I looked at the little thing snoring in my arms. She reminded me of him, the person whom I had given up so much for, including my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;     I took a deep breath and walked up to the door and laid her down. I reached into my pocket and took out the envelope which I laid on her peaceful sleeping body, kissing her one last time. I turned my head to the clock hung in the living room of the cosy little house. 4.45 a.m. I should go. I closed my eyes again, tears forming in them. Let me be gone I thought. A familiar feeling grew in me. In an instance, I was lifted off the ground. My feet started to feel numb. The feeling spread to my legs, then my whole body eventually, until I was no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;* * * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Something wasn’t right. Mylane felt her eyelid twitching as she opened her eyes. It was 4.46 in the morning. There was a shaft of light shining blinding into the house. She opened the shutters and what she saw made her run down the steps.&lt;br /&gt;     When she opened the door, a baby laid sleeping peacefully with an envelope at the door step.&lt;br /&gt;     "Sarry… What have you done now?” She murmured as she carried the baby and the envelope upstairs into her room. With fumbling hands Mylane opened the envelope; afraid of the content of the letter no matter how prepared she was for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 years later…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Her eyes were big, dark and mysterious. Her eyelashes were long and curved. Her nose was straight and perfect. Her mouth was small and nice. She had long dark flowing hair. When she smiled, you could see her dimples, deep and pretty. Every boy in school were smitten by her.Basically, everybody calls her Miss Universe.&lt;br /&gt;     “I gotta go, Skye. I’ll see ya tomorrow” Starry waved to him as she ran down the road to her aunt’s house. Skye is a boy in class and apparently, he is the only guy who dared to talk to her. She had been living in her aunt’s house ever since she was a baby and according to her aunt, she looks exactly like her mother, except for her eyes. Every time her aunt talks about how her mother’s eyes look like, her own eyes would go out of focus then change the topic of discussion right after that. It was spring cleaning that day. Starry would probably have to help out.&lt;br /&gt;     “Aunt Mylane, I’m back!” Starry called out. She dumped her school bag on the sofa and went up to the attic. She was there, sorting out the old books and letters.&lt;br /&gt;     “Come here Starry, you came just in time. Will you help me sort out the letters? I’m in urgent need of the toilet.”&lt;br /&gt;     “Yes, Aunt Mylane. Go quickly.”&lt;br /&gt;     “Make sure they’re in the right order”, Aunt Mylane shouted from downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;     “Yeah, sure”, Starry replied, not sure whether she had heard it or not. Starry sighed and started work. She looked into the box. The first envelope was light purple. Starry picked up the envelope and opened it. Inside it was a piece of black paper and a thick black string with a piece of beautifully carved diamond-shaped sapphire on a heart shaped frame. On the black piece of paper was a letter to Aunt Mylane:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello, my dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;     You might wonder why my little baby appeared at your door step in the middle of the night waiting for you to pick her up. If&lt;/em&gt; I am &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; wrong,&lt;em&gt; I remembered that you still own me a favour. Return it by helping me take care of my little baby. She will bear my surname but not her father’s, although she is exactly like him. Do not expect too much or too little. &lt;/em&gt;The&lt;em&gt; necklace in the envelope is for her. It’s the key, the &lt;/em&gt;sapphire&lt;em&gt; is the &lt;/em&gt;key&lt;em&gt;. Please don’t spill the beans. Keep the bag tight till it &lt;/em&gt;is&lt;em&gt; time. Please don’t bother to find me for an explanation for I am &lt;/em&gt;gone&lt;em&gt; already.&lt;br /&gt;     Love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Starryingle Lyghly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Starry scanned through it. Nothing made sense to her. As she was about to stuff it away, something caught her eye. It was a name, her mother’s name. The letter must have something to do with her as it mentioned a baby. Just then, she heard footsteps. Aunt Mylane must be back. She quickly kept the contents and hid the envelope inside her jacket.&lt;br /&gt;     “Starry, how’s the sorting going?” Aunt Mylane asked as her head appeared through the door.&lt;br /&gt;     “Uh, I’m fine”&lt;br /&gt;     “Alright then, I’ll go fix lunch and then we’ll get back to work,” said Aunt Mylane and with that, she went back down.&lt;br /&gt;     Starry took out the envelope again and wondered what her mother was trying to tell Aunt Mylane. She decided that she should get some work done first before going back to the envelope. She kept it in her jacket and started about her work.&lt;br /&gt;     Starry and Mylane worked through the day. It was a tiring job, hours and hours of non-stop back bending and stairs climbing. Thank goodness it was a Friday. It was already dinner time when they were done with the spring cleaning. They had a scrumptious dinner. Maybe it was because they had finished all the work before dinner that Mylane decided to reward them.&lt;br /&gt;     After dinner, Starry flopped on to her bed. Just as she took off her jacket, the light purple envelope dropped on to the floor. Remembering what it was, she poured out its content and looked through it again. She understood the first part of the letter. The necklace- it obviously meant the one in the envelope. The only problem is that, it does not even look like a key. “Please don’t spill the beans. Keep the bag tight till it is time” probably means Aunt Mylane was hiding something from her, but when is the right time to tell her? The last sentence…The last sentence would mean that her mother had left her thirteen years ago.&lt;br /&gt;     Starry yawned. She was tired. Maybe she could figure it out when she have a clear head. She put the content on her bedside table, changed into her pyjamas and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;     Mylane opened the door to Starry’s room. She had wanted to tuck her in then go to bed. But, when she got closer to her, she saw that envelope on her bedside table. &lt;em&gt;It is about time&lt;/em&gt;, She thought. &lt;em&gt;The same age as your mother was when she knew about it&lt;/em&gt;. Then, she left the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The next day, Starry went out to meet Skye at their usual hideout by the river.&lt;br /&gt;     “So, how was your spring cleaning day?” Skye asked.&lt;br /&gt;     “Awful. Don’t even ask me about it. A whole day of back-bending and stair-climbing. At least Aunt cooked a superlicious dinner.” Starry answered en edge to her voice. Skye looked into her eyes. There was something she was hiding.&lt;br /&gt;     “Tell me. What is it that is keeping you troubled?”&lt;br /&gt;     “Nothing in particular” Starry said, wondering how he knew how she felt then.&lt;br /&gt;     “Come on, tell me what it is. It’s not as if I will strangle you or something,” begged Skye. Starry looked at him and wondered if he would believe her if she told him about the letter. She herself doesn’t even really think that whatever that was written down was true or just a work of her mother’s imagination.&lt;br /&gt;     “Never mind, just tell me when you are ready,” Skye said, sensing her hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;Starry nodded. Maybe she should tell him when she got all of it sorted.&lt;br /&gt;     “Hm… What’s the date today?” Skye questioned.&lt;br /&gt;     “It’s the tenth of January. What is it?”&lt;br /&gt;     “There’s nothing going on today, but what about three days later?”&lt;br /&gt;     “Three days late- Oh! It’s my birthday!”&lt;br /&gt;     “Yeah, so what do you want?”&lt;br /&gt;     “I wa-…wait, you’re buying me a present?”&lt;br /&gt;     “Yup, maybe because you’re the only one buying birthday presents every year, I thought that I should be buying it this year.”&lt;br /&gt;     “I didn’t know you were so thoughtful,” Starry said, giving him the suspicious look. “Since you volunteered to buy me a birthday present, why not go right now?”&lt;br /&gt;     “Sound’s good. So where are we going?”&lt;br /&gt;     “Oh you’ll know soon.” Starry told him and they left for the jewellery store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;this is my story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;bleah...lame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;pls comment on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;n sorry for the so damn long no-post period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;im really sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;n i rembered that i said i'll post more stuffs on australia for u guys but i'm reallly sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so for compensation, here is something u guys can read for the meanwhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;once again, i'm really really really really really really really really really really really sorry.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;p.s. i named it "Bleeding Love'' coz i was listening to it whn i started writing the story.&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/8512564509743319436-8653396004423676996?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8653396004423676996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=8653396004423676996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/8653396004423676996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/8653396004423676996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-story.html' title='My story.'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-2696929085141256860</id><published>2008-12-10T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T01:01:54.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From Australia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Back From Australia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wondering y i havnt make any appearance anywhere in SGP or the cyber world frm 27 Nov-7 Dec? Why that's coz I wasnt in SGP! It's kinda obvious where i disappeared to ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U guys might think that i went there 4 a holiday. The truth, actually, is dat i went there 4 the PSG (Pacific School Games)which is held every...4 yrs. We wern't allowed to bring our sim cards if we were 2 bring our hps so i tot that what's the use of brinin it since my hp dun stall any songs, but, we're allowed to bring mp3s n ipods (didn't hav ipods or mp3s 4 that matter...even if i hav, they must have grown legs n ran away...if u get my meaning...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1, 28 Nov:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, our flight there was...plesant...the 3 pcps girls sitting bhind all the boys frm the guys team while the other girls sit right on the other side of the plane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I was really shocked that amanda actually GOTTEN herself a companion...i wouldn't hav believed it if i heard it 2nd-hand but she told us herself n showed it to every1!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. So, the 1st day. We toured Sydney. went to take pictures of the Opera House n the famous bridge (?Sydney Bridge?) near it. Magnificent indeed! Didn't get to go in but ah well, at least we get to c it with our own eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a cute hat there. The flaps of the hat had corks hanging off it n when u shake ur head while wearing it, u'll feel like laughing. Count me unlucky coz i bought it at $8+ aussie $ n on the same day, I saw the same kind of hat priced at $6+ aussie $ in another shop! But at least it wasnt the most expensive price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bus driver, Gary, was so very good. He let us take pictures of the Opera House n the bridge frm a vry nice angle. Ha! Didn't 4get to take a pic of him. Anyway, we all went shopping at the shopping centre near the Chinatown in Sydney. Didn't really buy a lot things (never buy rather) there coz i still dunno how to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after all dat, we were taken to a chinese restaurant. Mr Wong, our head official, challenged us to pour chinese tea from the tea pot without spilling a drop. Of coz I took the challenge. I can bet, in the table I m sitting at (excluding officials), I m the 1 hu goes to chinese restaurant to dine the most. There I go. I took the pot, testing the weigh 1st. It seemed ok so I lifted it n poured tea into my teacup. My estimation sucks. I poured it but a little too front. A little tea spilled n down it went, into the sauser. A little adjustmen n I stopped the flow. Spilled a little again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Wong looked a little impressed. And I got a "good try" frm him. I didn't believe that that was my best. So I tried again n again untill I never spilled a single drop, wheather pouring or stopping. It was true... I never spilled a tiny winy bit since then. In the end, only Yuan Ru , some girls around Rong Yin n her, the officials n I drank tea. I was flattered when Mr Tan(??) said I was "pro". My reply was, "coz I had eaten in chinese restaurant before". Ah well...my pride...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after our stomach was full, we went shopping in a minimart. I got ginger beer (it's nt beer...n trust me, it's the best ginger beer i hav ever tasted) n snacks n water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner done, shopping done, we're off to our hotel, the Y Hotel, for the 1st time. That's wad it's called. The hotel looks cozy at 1st glance, not literally. We went to our rooms aft our debrief n what we found was, there was no bathroom in a room. Only a sink n a mirror which is part of the cupboard. The tv was high up in the cupboard oso... Cnt blame the hotel...it's a 3 star only... i almost got lost in it coz there was a lot of corridoors like u go through a door n a row of rooms there but there is another open doorway n through that, another whole row of rooms...ya...that was the situation...very messy... worse thing is that we have to share bathrooms...sorta like u hav to queue up n wait 4 ur turn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep was O-K. I got the bed nearest to the window. There's a sliding door behind the curtain but the door is blocked n we could pass through onto the balcony as mich as a leg n an arm frm the side. Less than half a head frm the front.&lt;br /&gt;One of the guys' room is beside my room and that night, the guys had party there...Myron n Penielle were the only 1ce able to/want to get out on to the balcony n sink into their own world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorta irritating...the guys partying I mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was the 1st time Amanda let us into her world of love. Told us (Chu Yin n me coz the 1st night is like 3 ppl share 1 room) everything. Well, we (meaning everybody) help the 2 get 2gether...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the end of Day 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Day 2, 29 Nov:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning time. We woke up (Im the last) n washed up. Had our things packed n everything down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dining area was very small n it dosn't even look like 1. It's like in the open n if u look at it frm 1st glance, u will think that it's just some place u sit n rest at the lobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our stuffs stowed into the compartment 4 stuffs like luggage n hopped on to the bus n begun our 2-3 hour ride to the capital of Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out fine. But in the end, I slept. Quite a good part of the journey. I absolutely LOVE the colour of the sky there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we arrived at the registration place(??). It was huge... After we register, we were given a pack with magazines, lip blam, sun block n a stress ball. Cute isn't it? Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went to the sovenior shop just opposite the registration counter. I purchased a lizard for $35. Quite a cute 1 actually... 1ce we're done, we went back to our bus n were on our way to the place we stay at during our whole time spent at Canberra, Warranbui- Resort(??) and Confrence Centre. A project of the New South Whales. It's a 1 hour drive frm town. The best part is that it is in the WILDERNESS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Back on the bus, back to sleep. Dun call me a pig coz Amanda slept more than I. She slept on the plane, only waking up to eat n 4 toilet n slept more on the bus n even more on bus. Overcharged herself literally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only woke up when Mernard shoke me. That was when the bus was abt to stop n when we're in Warranbui. My 1st impression was-WOW. Everything is just like how I like it. Up in the hills it was. Russell, the manager there, told us that there r 2 basketball courts. U hav to walk a couple of mins there. There is even a road that leads up to the hill behind the dorms. Tell ya 1 factual thing... Russell told us that Warranbui is 300 arcs big n THAT, is HUGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after we got down the bus, we went to the confrence room where we have our briefing than lunch next door. Lunch is sandwich. There is ham, cheese, cabbage, tomato, carrots, cucumber n bread of coz. Doesn't sound apptising to Singaporean kid (nt only kid) now, does it? Well, as I expected, everybody on my table except me, laid their lunch down after they unwrapped it. They opened the bread n take out almost everything in it, save the ham n the cheese n the cabbage. Well, u noe me, I cn't take it anymore so I asked, "What is the problem with vegetables n tomatoes?" My reply was, "It's not us. It's u hu finds it nice." I was really fed-up...I couldnt really finish the whole thing so I ate till I burst n threw the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were told that we will have training at 3pm but Mr Ho said that it's better to train later when some of the food we've eaten had been digested. So, our training starts at 3.30 pm (I'll be using Canberra time frm nw on), 1/2 n hr later than the boys, n it was 2.30. So we had a lot of time. Chu Yin n I went out to take pictures for our roommates. It was a spectacular view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our phototaking session, we went back to change then we all went to the bb court 2gether as a team.&lt;br /&gt;It was a short way down actually. The path was rocky, literally. It cut through the trees n BOZA! We entered a clearing...not so much of a clearing... The entrance of Warranbui actually...&lt;br /&gt;There was a sand pit...a rather big 1 wif a net...4 beach volleyball lah...&lt;br /&gt;So, training starts. We applied sunblock n set to work. Mr Ho, our coach, made us do n recap the stratregies he had tought us when we were in SGP.&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell ya sth... The air there is super dry. U run a bit n ur throat will become dry like the dead leaves...some sort... U had to keep drinking.&lt;br /&gt;The air super dry, yes, but the guys cn play bb like it's nth just like SGP, humid n nice (hot).&lt;br /&gt;Training goes on n on n on until it gets too cold 4 us to go on, which is, mind u, abt 5 pm. The amazing thing is that, the guys r still playing even after we got back. They only came back when it started to rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner time!! We showered n then took our bottles filled with water to the brim n sat down in the dining room. Our vry 1st dinner there. Chicken on dough. Disgusting? Yes to u but no to me. I ate it...nt bad. But other ppl think that it sucked...&lt;br /&gt;Wad's worse is that Mr Ho made us take salad. I'm ok with it actually but that's the prob with others...They dun like anth dat's got to do wif vegies... Amanda asked me to take for her so i took. In the end, i ath 2/3 of the whole portion n not the supposed half... Damn full&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, there's dessert, 4get wad it is. Then, there's supper. Cake I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping time!! our little sharon put up a little "show" b4 we slept. We laughed n laughed n laughed till we rolled on the ground. I gotta say, a good entertainer she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the day has passed. Time 4 the stars to show. We're all supposed to sleep at hm...10.30. But u noe guys, they dun obey rules... So the gurls joined in. In the end, evbd was awake n playing at the empty space behind the back door. I think they played till...11+, 12? Then they all went to bed. Of coz, the lovebirds (Myron n Penielle) stayed outside, side by side starring into the heavens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Day 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that was great wasnt it? a lot can happen in 1 single day. Tell u sth, dat's only 1/5 of the whole trip. Yup, long isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 min is like 1hr. 1hr is like 1day. 1 day is like 1 week. It feels as if i've known them 4 a long, long, time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-2696929085141256860?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2696929085141256860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=2696929085141256860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/2696929085141256860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/2696929085141256860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-from-australia.html' title='Back From Australia!'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-6873793719197319230</id><published>2008-11-15T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T01:03:25.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Graduation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know u guys don't want to graduate but let's face it, there's no escaping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give u an advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think of it like that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year a batch of p6 pupils graduate from every primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, it's your turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At graduation day, u saw someone cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U went to comfort him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, u started crying yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, u remembered &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; words : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ur mind let u see what will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U will see ur friends again the next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then u stop crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad but a ting of hope in ur heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u leave the school with happy memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's that? Personally, i like the last part...the happy memories part...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, wdv u do, ppl will remember. BUT for ppl to remember it for a long period of time, u have to make an exception.&lt;br /&gt;by that, i mean that u must be nice to ppl. u cnt do the opposite coz nbd wants to be remembered in a bad way but a plesant way rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, when u go to ur respective secondary schools, remember to remain as u r n not hang out with gangsters n wdv. I trust u r awake enough in the mind to know just hu exactly u r goin out wif? Back to main point...&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself. Leave good impression of u on others. Most importantly, BE HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta end my lousy "speech" here...bye bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! I 4got 1 thing. The "&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NECROPOLIS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" is out n it's great!check it out on the web. I linked it under the "&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nice Book Website&lt;/span&gt;" title on the left...call '&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Power of Five&lt;/span&gt;'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-6873793719197319230?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6873793719197319230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=6873793719197319230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/6873793719197319230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/6873793719197319230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2008/11/yo-ppl.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-3526194306124000119</id><published>2008-10-30T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T01:04:05.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RELIEF MYSELF</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RELIEF MYSELF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh...&lt;br /&gt;it's so long since i actually blogged in blogger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i didn't want to create a new blog. I only did it cuz it is compulsery 4 e sch programme but when i started the 1st post, i suddenly felt as if I'm sorta "reborn"...the feeling was great... like i was charged with joy long forgotten by me...like somting buried deep in me suddenly burst out n surface when the trigger (start typing e 1st post dat time) is pushed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then i realised that the last time I posted a post in blogger is when i was p4...ard end of yr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp...THAT long...n i started the multiply thinggy...cuz mdm ong made it compulsery 4 5B'07...that's how i got my 1st class blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...thinking back, i do have a lot of precious posts in my 2-3 previous blogs...n i would like to have them back...but they're nt here...gone already...&lt;br /&gt;last time, i would sit in front of my computer and start typing like nobody's business...&lt;br /&gt;the longest so far i've counted, if im nt wrong, is 6 turns on the mouse's scroll thinggem. haha...n i cnt remember the contents...ah well...dat's me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try Jesse McCartney...his songs r quite nice...listenin to 1 o'is songs FYI&lt;br /&gt;oh n his eye colour is somwhr btwin blue n green...my 2 favourite eye colours!!&lt;br /&gt;i so love his eyes...n he's a blond...brown blond?...yea...oso my favourite hair colour...blond...&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;he looks a little like Julian...coz he's so much better than Julian...&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!...&lt;br /&gt;he's a blond...with blue-green (not turquois, more blue) eyes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...i'm done being mad 'bout those...do check out his videos/mvs/songs(in video form) in my multiply-&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.veroniqueyue.multiply.com/"&gt;http://www.veroniqueyue.multiply.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye-bye!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-3526194306124000119?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3526194306124000119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=3526194306124000119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/3526194306124000119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/3526194306124000119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2008/10/relief-myself.html' title='RELIEF MYSELF'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512564509743319436.post-3541448818737889942</id><published>2008-10-30T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T01:04:58.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3RD BLOG N IM DEAD ALREADY...4TH ACTUALLY</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3RD BLOG N IM DEAD ALREADY...4TH ACTUALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..this is seriously stupid...&lt;br /&gt;nt the blogging of coz lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st, i have 2 blogs. But 4get password...&lt;br /&gt;2nd, my 1st blog is ruined by hu noes wad. N i abandoned it...cn't delete, FYI...&lt;br /&gt;3rd, got to create new account n new blog...&lt;br /&gt;4th, back to sq1 -&gt;i've got a blog...&lt;br /&gt;Stupid, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 4 those who didnt visit my previous blogs b4, let me tell u a little abt them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 1st blog is mainly a...a...book recomending thing...sth like that. I usually put a lot of book names at the end of the post... not that much thou...some &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; long...yeah u get e idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2nd blog is much more the "angle side"of me...definitely no book names...unless my hands r itchy n i cnt resist e temptation...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;It's mainly abt school life luh...nth new or fresh...like writing diary (except less secrets n less emo)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. NOW. Back to business.&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;PSLE finally over...&lt;br /&gt;still anxious...&lt;br /&gt;yeah u noe...&lt;br /&gt;the results...&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i kinda feel bored...&lt;br /&gt;so, i started writing...&lt;br /&gt;a story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bb...gtg liao...&lt;br /&gt;bloggin in sch...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NIQUE-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512564509743319436-3541448818737889942?l=bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3541448818737889942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512564509743319436&amp;postID=3541448818737889942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/3541448818737889942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512564509743319436/posts/default/3541448818737889942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbmad-cocrazy.blogspot.com/2008/10/3rd-blog-n-im-dead.html' title='3RD BLOG N IM DEAD ALREADY...4TH ACTUALLY'/><author><name>NIQUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12103171582223062603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5vcwyaS5W0/To2d0tOjCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/TnmVNHWhL7E/s220/Photo-0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
