<?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-24331143</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:01:36.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-115797541315214823</id><published>2006-09-11T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T04:46:24.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ain't no veggie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi. I'm not gonna post in this site any longer. (But I'll still be back to reply tags.) &lt;Strike&gt;I've moved to another site. Ha, and I shan't let y'all know. You could ask me, that is.&lt;/strike&gt; Oh, and you may de-link me. Thanks! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;#9829;, Harry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-115797541315214823?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/115797541315214823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=115797541315214823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115797541315214823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115797541315214823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/09/aint-no-veggie.html' title='ain&apos;t no veggie'/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-115787483596661074</id><published>2006-09-10T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T01:42:59.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>falling on my knees</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went out like around 1100PM yesterday night. Came back home at 0600AM today. Ha, amazing huh? It was definitely chilly today, before the dawn. Gawd, I love the wind. Breezy and solacing as it soothes through your skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was fun. My stomach could've dropped. I was inevitably laughing so much that I was on my knees. Haha. Thank you, guys, for making my day! My lips seemed as if it was at the verge of bursting. And my speech is slightly affected. Yes. I know. I know. It'd be awkward to see the way I talk. So, I'll be covering my mouth when I talk, from time to time. Argh. And I don't know if the condition of my lips are getting better or worsening?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah. It's gonna rain any minute from now. The plants must be rejoicing. Ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Only by grace, I can stand.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-115787483596661074?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/115787483596661074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=115787483596661074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115787483596661074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115787483596661074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/09/falling-on-my-knees.html' title='falling on my knees'/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-115780128634970214</id><published>2006-09-09T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T04:44:24.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sew them up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stripey! I know. I know. But I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Didn't think I would revive my blog once again. But I did. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, for your information. I don't smoke. Whoever the hell who went around saying that I smoke must be a pain in the neck. Believe it or not, that's up to you. I don't smoke. What's more, I loathe the neck-wringing smell of smoke. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't talk properly. It seems like the conditon of my lips are deterioriating. I can only eat a meal a day. And, that's, pathetic. Well, my meal's not quite like a meal. It's just soup. Living on soup everyday, isn't gonna kill me though. It just makes me weak. But I'll get used to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My chinese homework's not done yet. I'm bad at it. And yes, I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, gonna tank up later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's always one who loves and one who let's himself be loved.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-115780128634970214?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/115780128634970214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=115780128634970214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115780128634970214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115780128634970214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/09/sew-them-up.html' title='sew them up'/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-115720320141985175</id><published>2006-09-02T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T06:31:52.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on a thread</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Holidays have finally arrived. After a week or two of worrying and mugging of tests. Well, life's like that. All in all, I still had to aversely resign to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though the holidays are here. It still leaves me with countless question marks, on what to accomplish during this grace period of holiday. Grades could still be counted as quite fairish. But still, I have to work thrice as hard this time round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Tuesday, 29th August, had soccer training. But it was awful. The weather didn't gave in to us. It rained continuously. As if it hadn't rained for years. We had indoor training. But it wasn't as fun as compared to kicking the ball around with a group of mates on a fine, sunny day. Syairah agrees. Hahah. Left soccer training, headed to Woodlands Regional Library with bestie. 'Cause she wanted to borrow a few books home to keep herself &lt;strike&gt;dead&lt;/strike&gt; alive. Hahah. I, somehow got infected by her bookwormish vibes that I couldn't resist borrowing a few books back home too. She spent time searching for books. While I was sitting around book racks, reading books. Hopping from shelf to shelf, time to time. Hahah. Right. I couldn't believe myself either. It was like, me. Reading. Books. In a library. Anyhow, after we spent and hour or two there. Got our books. Went to the first level to borrow our books. But in the end. The machine went something like, 'Excess Denied'. What the fuck? We couldn't borrow of course. Due to the amount we owed the library. As a result of our timeless late returns of library books. Gosh. It was way fucked up. Got home, bookless. The day wasn't nice at all. Believe me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wednesday, 30th August, after school. Went to Singapore Poly. It was fucked up. Yea. Fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thursday, 31 August, school had Teachers' Day Celebration. Started out my day reaching school so fucking late. Well. Dad's fault. Missed most of it. Wasn't that enjoyable for me. Had soccer inter-house. Apparently, I was still ill. So, I couldn't concentrate well. But at least someone was there to replace me for the time being! Hahah. Bold didn't get first place. But it was still an experience though. Rugged got first. Wow. It rained as usual. The weather seemed to be against soccer, in our school. Gee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday, 1 September, school holiday. And on this day. I was a couch potato. Muhaha. But it was fun! Sitting on my couch for hours. Watching multiple movies and television programmes. Eating my way to fat pluto. Alright, whatever that is. Hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;End.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-115720320141985175?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/115720320141985175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=115720320141985175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115720320141985175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115720320141985175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/09/on-thread.html' title='on a thread'/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-115675894145907867</id><published>2006-08-28T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T04:18:00.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wilder than the wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The flu bug is sucha irritant. It hasn't left my sickly body till now! Grr. Perhaps, I should use some insecticide. Hahahah. &lt;i&gt;Not.&lt;/i&gt; I've got runny nose! Damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;School ended. &lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;oan and &lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;enzi had to flee for modern dance. While &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;pril, &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;arah and I headed to Causeway Point's Pizzahut, along with &lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;illion, &lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;erbin, &lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;hai, &lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;imothy and &lt;strong&gt;Z&lt;/strong&gt;ach. Met &lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;en, &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;sabella, &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;indy, &lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;ohi and &lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;huang at Pizzahut. Joined tables. Sat together. We were really greedy. Took six tables. Gosh. We were drawing uninvited stares. Awful. Anyway, it felt like we were one big family. Ha. Enjoyed. Laughed. Strolled around. Browsed through stuffs once again. Headed home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Results were average.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-115675894145907867?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/115675894145907867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=115675894145907867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115675894145907867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115675894145907867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/08/wilder-than-wind.html' title='wilder than the wind'/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-115615301696463239</id><published>2006-08-21T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T01:24:30.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>left us far behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This'll be a speedy post. &lt;i&gt;I hope.&lt;/i&gt; English and Literature was alright. Answers were unsually short. Gosh. I'm hoping for leniency in the markings of test scripts. :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lessons were over. &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;arah had to see the &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;onster immediately. I had to rush to pack my stuffs and get down with her too. &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;estie was rushing me. I left the classroom, and next, she asked me, "Why'd you bring your books out?" I was like, "I thought we had to put it in the locker?" &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;estie, "No, I left it in the classroom." Right. And silly me, had to rush back to the classroom to put the books underneath my desk, though it's an offence. Haha. Well, after that, we came out of the classroom once again. Just as we reached the staircase, I remembered that I left my Geography papers on my desk. I shot back to grab the papers, and &lt;strike&gt;slithered&lt;/strike&gt; strolled back to &lt;strong&gt;b&lt;/strong&gt;estie. Gosh. It seemed like a mile away. It was hell tiring. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right after &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;arah's meeting session with the &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;onster. We headed to Causeway Point. Settled our lunch at Burger King. Checked out some stuffs. Headed home with &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;pril. We took this reeeeeeally, reaaaaaally &lt;strike&gt;nong, nong, nong, nong,&lt;/strike&gt; long, long, long, long, yellow &lt;strike&gt;metal&lt;/strike&gt; paper ruler from the bus interchange. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow. Chinese. &lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;arry has a bleached brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Manchester United VS Fulham. 5 - 1. Holy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-115615301696463239?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/115615301696463239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=115615301696463239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115615301696463239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115615301696463239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/08/left-us-far-behind.html' title='left us far behind'/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-115607611045834074</id><published>2006-08-20T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T05:16:52.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so we all discard our souls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mind's contaminated. English. Literature. The two subjects that'll be tested tomorrow. I'm done for, this time round. How I wish I had a Universal Remote Control. But for everything, there's always a price to pay. I realize that my life is just like a ragged edge. Words are just like jagged blades. Friends fall in different categories. And love that roams around, tastes so diluted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh I am growing tired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of allowing you to steal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're making me feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like I was born to service you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I am growing by the hour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-115607611045834074?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/115607611045834074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=115607611045834074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115607611045834074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115607611045834074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-we-all-discard-our-souls.html' title='so we all discard our souls'/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-115581862190439616</id><published>2006-08-17T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T05:28:29.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tip of the iceberg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the midst of returning to each of our very own classrooms. I felt my ribs wrigling. Head shaking. Eyeballs wobbling from left to right, &lt;strike&gt;front to back&lt;/strike&gt;. I felt as if I've been in an earthquake, alone. Someone was tickling, shaking me vigorously. And the person I had in mind was, perhaps some classmate of mine. Trying to agitate me. And so I didn't care much. Muhaha. But guess what? I turned. It turned out to be.. &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;nthea. Hi &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;nthea. :) Hahaha. Alright. It was her! I got quite a shock when I turned and found out it was her. I thought she was just randomly passing by. But she asked if I could feel anything. Sooooo.. She's the culprit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muhahaha. Kiddin'! Thanks Anthea! For the awesome massage today morning. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had some big fit outsida school. But it turned out.. Well, alright. Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna thank God for the many beautifully-tailor-made friends I'm blessed with. From A to Z. Those who've left a memorable special mark right on my wrinkled heart. I love you guys itsy bitsy spidery lot! Thank you for those marks! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gotta mug hard. Hope I'll resist those awful temptations. Persevere, &lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;arry! Persevere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-115581862190439616?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/115581862190439616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=115581862190439616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115581862190439616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115581862190439616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/08/tip-of-iceberg.html' title='tip of the iceberg'/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-115563881762612165</id><published>2006-08-15T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T05:38:49.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>is this the vertigo i fell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was supposed to have soccer training today! But, hell! It rained. :/ And, in the end, soccer training was cancelled. What's more, many people couldn't make it. Anthea and Jolene too. Ow. But it's okay, after the Common Tests, everyone'll be able to make it! Right? I hope. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right. After knowing that soccer training was cancelled. I followed April, Jin Wan, Joan, Kenzi and Sarah. They wanted to watch 'Chr Idol'. And so, I tagged along. :) Most of 'em sang really well. I mean, they seem gifted or something. Vocals were amazing. Next, stayed around to play street soccer, with Jin Wan and Sarah. Along with Zach and the others. :) Laughed our teeth off. Iasudadjhakjsdhjafajhfdsad. Hahahahhahaha. Went home with Jin Wan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's the 'Learning Journey Trip' for anyway? :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously, what is wrong with Mr. Lee? Argh. He is a monster! Faisdhkjsahdjjuryewkbdkansb. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh! Oh! And, the soccer match on Thursday might be postponed. To.. the week after next week. Which is after Common Tests. :) I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-115563881762612165?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/115563881762612165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=115563881762612165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115563881762612165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115563881762612165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/08/is-this-vertigo-i-fell.html' title='is this the vertigo i fell'/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-115554275076488482</id><published>2006-08-14T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T05:27:39.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>down to my wishing well</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow, soccer training. Oh shack! :/ Thursday, friendly match with Woodgrove once again! It's like.. Oh my gawd! Again? Okay, whatever. I'm so nervous, I could pee in my pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ew! Argh, and today, I didn't know sharing sweets was an offence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn it. Teacher must be jealous. Muhahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right. I updated. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh one more thing! Heard the news? Liverpool won Chelsea! It's like.. Oh my gawd! &lt;strike&gt;And I can't stop smiling my teeth off. &lt;/strike&gt;Soccer may be the result of my brain-short-circuit. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-115554275076488482?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/115554275076488482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=115554275076488482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115554275076488482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115554275076488482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/08/down-to-my-wishing-well.html' title='down to my wishing well'/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-115537842186687429</id><published>2006-08-12T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T05:26:24.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hope you choke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going out. Am I going out? I am going out. Okay, I don't know if I'm going out. I think I am. And I can't believe I'm gonna let my younger brother tag along. He's only 4. And I have responsibilities! Which is to make sure that he'll be back in one piece when we reach home. Gosh! Aaaaah. We're gonna watch fireworks aye? Gonna meet this first, then meet that. 'Cause, that wants to see my little brother. Hahhah. Alright. I'm going out without any cell phone. And I might get lost somewhere, since I really don't have a sense of direction. Oh! God, bless, me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fuck. Fjehalkdhusdgljpkhmfk. You dingleberry! :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sucha, &lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;ucking &lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;uckhead &lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;aggot. FFF! Argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry &lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;enzi. Go check it out. I still love you very much! :'( Bestfriend. Now and forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-115537842186687429?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/115537842186687429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=115537842186687429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115537842186687429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115537842186687429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/08/hope-you-choke.html' title='hope you choke'/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-115528784131693362</id><published>2006-08-11T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T02:44:05.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reduced into a product line</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Moodless. Not gonna update much. School. Chapel was postponed or rather, cancelled. Yea, I'm happy. It's boring listening to devotions and preaching. Honestly, they make me sleepy. Anyhow, about what I did the past few days. &lt;a href="http://ramshackle-ragdoll.blogspot.com/"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt;! Yea, that's Kenzi's blog aye? I'm a lazy people person. So true. Common tests are really near. Mug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5190/1127/320/recumbent.gif" border="0" /&gt; Recumbent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music:&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-115528784131693362?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/115528784131693362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=115528784131693362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115528784131693362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115528784131693362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/08/reduced-into-product-line.html' title='reduced into a product line'/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-115417827511308956</id><published>2006-08-06T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T00:01:20.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>under your wings</title><content type='html'>I've got a weird tinge of feeling about something unknown. Oh well, I can't guess it. But it may be the result of my studies or something. I seriously feel that I've screwed my studies, especially Science, Math and Design and Technology. My lack of responsibilty has turned me into a worry wart. Argh. Good job, Harry! {Knocks-brain-real-hard&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;} I'm gonna get more thrashing for not doing my homework tomorrow. I'm sure of it. I can't get any of my homework done now, 'cause there isn't any homework with me. Another good job, Harry! {Knocks-brain-harder&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;} Seriously, I deserve a good thrashing to knock some pretty sense into me. I do. Or I won't ever get moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know what ta get my hands on, but this. So yea, just some quiz which typically popped out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get &lt;strong&gt;60&lt;/strong&gt; points and below, and you're considered an angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Smoked&lt;br /&gt;2) Consumed alcohol&lt;br /&gt;3) Slept in the same bed with someone of the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;4) Slept in the same bed with someone of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;5) Made out with someone of the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;6) Made out with someone of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;7) Had someone in your room of the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;8) Watched porn&lt;br /&gt;9) Bought porn&lt;br /&gt;10) Done drugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total:&lt;/strong&gt; 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Taken pain killers&lt;br /&gt;12) Taken someone else's prescription medicine&lt;br /&gt;13) Lied to your parents&lt;br /&gt;14) Lied to a friend&lt;br /&gt;15) Snuck out of the house&lt;br /&gt;16) Done something illegal&lt;br /&gt;17) Cut yourself&lt;br /&gt;18) Hurt someone&lt;br /&gt;19) Wished someone to die&lt;br /&gt;20) Seen someone die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total:&lt;/strong&gt; 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Missed curfew&lt;br /&gt;22) Stayed out all night&lt;br /&gt;23) Eaten a carton of ice cream by yourself&lt;br /&gt;24) Been to a therapist&lt;br /&gt;25) Been to rehab&lt;br /&gt;26) Dyed your hair&lt;br /&gt;27) Received a ticket&lt;br /&gt;28) Been in a wreck&lt;br /&gt;29) Been to a club&lt;br /&gt;30) Been to a bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total:&lt;/strong&gt; 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Been to a wild party&lt;br /&gt;32) Seen the Mardi Gras&lt;br /&gt;34) Had a spring break in Florida&lt;br /&gt;35) Sniffed anything&lt;br /&gt;36) Wore black nail polish&lt;br /&gt;37) Wore arm bands&lt;br /&gt;38) Wore t-shirts with band names&lt;br /&gt;39) Listened to rap&lt;br /&gt;40) Own a 50 cent CD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total:&lt;/strong&gt; 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) Dressed gothic&lt;br /&gt;42) Dressed prep&lt;br /&gt;43) Dressed punk&lt;br /&gt;44) Dressed grunge&lt;br /&gt;45) Stole something&lt;br /&gt;46) Been too drunk to remember anything&lt;br /&gt;47) Blacked out&lt;br /&gt;48) Fainted&lt;br /&gt;49) Had a crush on your neighbor&lt;br /&gt;50) Had someone sneak into your room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total:&lt;/strong&gt; 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51) Snuck into someone else's room&lt;br /&gt;52) Had a crush on someone of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;53) Been to a concert&lt;br /&gt;54) Dry humped someone&lt;br /&gt;55) Been called a slut&lt;br /&gt;56) Called someone a slut&lt;br /&gt;57) Installed speakers in your car&lt;br /&gt;58) Broke a mirror&lt;br /&gt;59) Showered at someone of the opposites sex's house&lt;br /&gt;60) Brushed your teeth with someone elses toothbrush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total:&lt;/strong&gt; 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61) Consider Mac, Dre, e40 or Mistah Fab your favorite rapper&lt;br /&gt;62) Seen an R rated movie in theaters&lt;br /&gt;63) Cruised the mall&lt;br /&gt;64) Skipped school&lt;br /&gt;65) Had an eating disorder&lt;br /&gt;66) Had an injury&lt;br /&gt;67) Gone to court&lt;br /&gt;68) Walked out of a restaurant without paying&lt;br /&gt;69) Caught something on fire&lt;br /&gt;70) Lied about your age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total:&lt;/strong&gt; 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71) Owned an apartment&lt;br /&gt;72) Cheated on your boyfriend/girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;73) Cheated with someone&lt;br /&gt;74) Got in trouble with the police&lt;br /&gt;75) Talked to a stranger&lt;br /&gt;76) Hugged a stranger&lt;br /&gt;77) Kissed a stranger&lt;br /&gt;78) Rode in the car with a stranger&lt;br /&gt;79) Been sexually harassed&lt;br /&gt;80) Been verbally harassed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total:&lt;/strong&gt; 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81) Met face to face with someone you met online&lt;br /&gt;82) Stayed online for 12 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;83) Talked on the phone for more than 6 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;84) Watched TV for 12 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;85) Been to a fair&lt;br /&gt;86) Been called a bad influence&lt;br /&gt;87) Cursed&lt;br /&gt;88) Prank called someone&lt;br /&gt;89) Laid in the bed with someone of the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;90) Cheated on a test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total:&lt;/strong&gt; 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91) Cheated on homework&lt;br /&gt;92) Held hands with someone of the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;93) Been pushed into a pool&lt;br /&gt;94) Played pool&lt;br /&gt;95) Watched 5 hours of MTV straight&lt;br /&gt;96) Had a crush on someone 10 years older than you&lt;br /&gt;97) Had a crush on someone younger than you&lt;br /&gt;98) Wear eyeliner&lt;br /&gt;99) Skinny dipped&lt;br /&gt;100) Laughed at someone who was seriously hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total:&lt;/strong&gt; 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sub-total:&lt;/strong&gt; 67&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's shit. Hahhahah. Wtf, I'm a devil? Tsk! Okay, whatever. Hahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5190/1127/320/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt; Blank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music:&lt;/strong&gt; The 69 Eyes - From Dusk Till Dawn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-115417827511308956?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/115417827511308956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=115417827511308956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115417827511308956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115417827511308956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/08/under-your-wings.html' title='under your wings'/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-115467481875271545</id><published>2006-08-04T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T23:58:41.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>killing her softly</title><content type='html'>Just wanna update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;, soccer training. Trained in the rain. Fun! Fun! Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;, friendly match with Woodgrove. Anthea and Jolene came!&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; {Smiles&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;}&lt;/span&gt; Sonia got hurt. Xhsklfjyaslkdjashdkuelgbcdbhsfdsffsdayjfckmdz. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I wonder how is she now. I feel really bad. Hope she gets well soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;, had art lesson, drew shit. Well duh. Hahah, I suck at chinese calligraphy. A number of us were splashing water. And we made the whole damn floor damp. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oops.&lt;/span&gt; Ate at Pizzahut with Abigail, Kenzi and Sarah. Wasn't feeling one bit well. I was in tip-top condition in the morning, but grew weaker by the second. Took a cab home. Could barely walk. Reached home. Fever. Sore throat. Vomited. Doctor. Medicine. I could say I wasn't fully functional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;, rest, rest, and more rest. I was too weak to even take a step. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;, rested, felt much better, but still kinda weak. In the midst of turning into a worry wart. Common tests are like round the corner. Missed so much tests. Missed lessons. I'm missing out on a lot. Jkljhakufhsjdgakshdglafukahckds.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; {Grits-teeth&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;}&lt;/span&gt; I seriously need help. I don't wanna flunk my tests. Help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5190/1127/320/giddy.1.gif" border="0" /&gt; Giddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Fields Of The Nephilim - Love Under Will&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-115467481875271545?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/115467481875271545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=115467481875271545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115467481875271545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115467481875271545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/08/killing-her-softly.html' title='killing her softly'/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-115434651409221698</id><published>2006-07-31T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T04:50:50.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wrong in every way</title><content type='html'>Soccer training was dirty! And, kinda wet too, 'cause it was drizzling. But it was cooling, and fun! Sonia was damn funny! Other than that, she's obviously our team's best player. Everyone knows that, right? Hahah. Bruised. It was terrible. Ankle, foot and chest. When we're all about to leave school, I slipped, and well.. fell flat on my back! My spine hurt alot. I'm unsure if I'm able to to play tomorrow. I'm curseddddddd! Oh well, the security guard got an ice bag for me. I was wailing in pain till we left school. Which was a really noisy thing to do. Hahahah. I can't believe it's tomorrow. Though it's just a friendly match, but I'm just, well.. really afraid that we won't do well, or rather, &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; won't do well. Just hope for the best tomorrow. And hopefully, it doesn't rain! Yesssss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the end, I realise I was just nothing but trash in your eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5190/1127/320/disappointed.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Disappointed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music:&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-115434651409221698?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/115434651409221698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=115434651409221698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115434651409221698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115434651409221698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/07/wrong-in-every-way.html' title='wrong in every way'/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-115409267611392021</id><published>2006-07-28T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T05:42:04.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>peel and writhe</title><content type='html'>I'm certified as a lazy people person. &lt;i&gt;Oh finally!&lt;/i&gt; Tsk! Anyhow, Sarah and I managed to catch two flicks today! Well, one was '&lt;a href="http://thelakehousemovie.warnerbros.com/"&gt;The Lake House&lt;/a&gt;' and the other was, '&lt;a href="http://ladyinthewater.warnerbros.com/"&gt;Lady In The Water&lt;/a&gt;'. In the beginning, we were only up for a movie, that is 'Lady In The Water'. But the lady gave us the wrong ticket to the wrong movie. It was only when we got in, and the movie started for a few minutes, that I realize that we were actually viewing the wrong movie. My, oh my! But we decided to get on with the show though. Yea, and we watched 'Lady In The Water' right after that. About, 'The Lake House', it's actually a romance show. Kinda touching though. 'Lady In The Water' was somewhat draggy. But the bottom half of the show was interesting and intensed. We were sorta hollering in the cinema, which made us look totally like retards! Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed quite a sum of lessons actually. Not been to school for like two days this week. Sweat! And I'm lost in the world of Math! Geography that is. Why can't I just be an idiot for Pete's sake! I'm so burnedddddddd! Two VCDs to last me for the weekend! Alright, Harry's happy. There's a friendly match between Woodgrove Secondary and Christ Church Secondary this Tuesday. It's scaryyyyyy! Gosh! Gosh! Goshhhhh! Hopefully there's training on Monday to get us all warmed up. &lt;i&gt;I pray.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damn it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mood:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5190/1127/320/shocked.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt; Shocked/Scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-115409267611392021?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/115409267611392021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=115409267611392021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115409267611392021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115409267611392021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/07/peel-and-writhe.html' title='peel and writhe'/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-115374235134110117</id><published>2006-07-24T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T05:14:21.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>overcome this overload</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;betrayed, by my soul&lt;br /&gt;The blame, placed on my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;Weight, I will carry all the way to my grave&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be saved, abandoned is my faith&lt;br /&gt;Awaken now, the dream is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken down and I'm on the run.&lt;br /&gt;From myself and the damage done.&lt;br /&gt;Future falls and past mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Conflict calls and complicates.&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distraught, in deprived thought.&lt;br /&gt;Within a golden rave, I make it a point of being brainless.&lt;br /&gt;Brainwash it all away.&lt;br /&gt;Distressed, and I detest.&lt;br /&gt;Vain in a shade of grey telegraphing.&lt;br /&gt;All of my punches, couldn't fight my way out out of a cardboard box.&lt;br /&gt;And in my own small way, I make an indifferent.&lt;br /&gt;Difference I realize, I fantasize, I apologize.&lt;br /&gt;Crawling under a rock, I hold up a white flag.&lt;br /&gt;I could've been, I should've been, I'm just a has been.&lt;br /&gt;I hold a white flag.&lt;br /&gt;Responsibility, rationale, religion.&lt;br /&gt;I hold my head down in disgust.&lt;br /&gt;Distressed, and I detest distraught in deprived thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life can be so much colder, I doubt I'm alive, I'm faceless..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5190/1127/1600/distressed.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5190/1127/320/distressed.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Distressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Graveworm - Demonic Dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-115374235134110117?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/115374235134110117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=115374235134110117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115374235134110117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115374235134110117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/07/overcome-this-overload.html' title='overcome this overload'/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-115349298248643781</id><published>2006-07-23T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T05:36:48.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stuck on with dynamite</title><content type='html'>Had chapel, as usual. It's called an every-Friday-thing. After that, we had Chinese lesson. Mdm. Fong was really funny. Well, I admit, there's always a brighter side of her, which always perks up the whole class. School ended at 12.15PM. Joan went missing. April, Kenzi, Sarah and I headed to Plaza Singapura ta catch 'Pirates Of The Caribbean, The Dead Man's Chest' . It was fantastic and action-packed. Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom were superb. Well, hot I suppose. There'll be a third part of 'Pirates Of The Caribbean', 'cause Captain Jack Sparrow (Johnny Depp) got eaten by this gigantic sea creature, and Will Turner (Orlando Bloom) and his other pirate mates are gonna head to the ends of the Earth, ta save him. Um, right. Back to what we did on Friday. Alright, after the movie, we walked around. April and Kenzi got their Sundae(s) at KFC. Sarah got some cheesy thing, I forgotten what's it's name. Yea, headed back ta Causeway Point. Intended ta get Bubble Tea, but in the end, we didn't. Got back home with April. That's all for Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Things are inevitably getting out of hand..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unluckily, I got tagged by two people, and had ta get on with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instructions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; State 8 different points of your ideal lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Mention its gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Tag 8 others to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gender:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female/Male&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Points:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Spiritually substantial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Outspoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; Compromising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; Solicitous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; Candid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; Deviant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tagged:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who wants to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5190/1127/320/depressed.gif" border="0" /&gt; Depressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music:&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-115349298248643781?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/115349298248643781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=115349298248643781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115349298248643781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115349298248643781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/07/stuck-on-with-dynamite.html' title='stuck on with dynamite'/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-115339611832145915</id><published>2006-07-20T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T05:01:08.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dig up her bones</title><content type='html'>Lazy updater. Yea, I'm referring to myself. Um, school, had science practical, went to the physics lab. Had to do the electricity weirdo thing. Before that, had music lesson. Gosh, we watched a damn amazing video on a musical dance. And it's all about cats. Everyone of the performer or rather, dancer looked totally gorgeous. It was amazing! The make-up and all, swee-eeeeeee-eeet! Totally! I wish I could see the muscial, live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirates Of The Caribbean tomorrow? I feel reluctant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could you do this to her? This time, you've gone too far. I couldn't see through you. Oh, what a foolish man I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5190/1127/320/predatory.gif" border="0" /&gt; Predatory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Seigmen - Metropolis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-115339611832145915?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/115339611832145915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=115339611832145915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115339611832145915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115339611832145915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/07/dig-up-her-bones.html' title='dig up her bones'/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-115313672670928810</id><published>2006-07-17T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T04:50:28.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scratch the surface</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5190/1127/400/Wooden%20Sadness.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Image by: &lt;a href="http://psychoflat.deviantart.com/"&gt;psychoflat&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooden model puppets like this is one of the way to express emotions and feelings. Oh, how I wish I was a model puppet. Though it doesn't have any unique features like: Eyes, mouth, nose etc. I like it just the way it is. Plain. Simple. &lt;strong&gt;Dull.&lt;/strong&gt; Somehow, puppets like this, has a kind of gentleness, so indescribable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Soccer tomorrow, girls! Let's get dirty! Tsk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5190/1127/400/confused.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Confused&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music:&lt;/strong&gt; S K Krow - Witches 'N' Stitches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-115313672670928810?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/115313672670928810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=115313672670928810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115313672670928810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115313672670928810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/07/scratch-surface.html' title='scratch the surface'/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-115294292255695197</id><published>2006-07-15T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T23:14:47.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fall into absinthe</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I WAS FALLING INTO THE MUD!&lt;br /&gt;AND I FELL INTO THE MUD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like a ditch to me! Ugh! But it was covered with grass, so much that it didn't seemed or looked like a ditch filled with mud to me! I was kicking the ball, and I wanted to pass the ball back to Joyce. That was when, I got fooled by the camouflaged mud pit and unknowingly drop into it. The ditch was so deep that the mud covered all the way to or above my knees. Well, it's extremely sad to say that both my legs were soaked in it! Oh fuck, you won't be able to picture how gross it looked and felt. It looked awfully silly and stupid of course. Since I couldn't go back to school to get it cleaned. Aisyah, April, Joyce and Sarah were laughing everytime they took a glance at my legs while walking to the carpark. It certainly looked funny to me as well. I couldn't help but join in the laughter. And the worst thing that could happen was that.. the pair of Vans shoe I loved so dearly was awfully soaked with mud. Oh gee, what luck! My spirits were gradually lowering each second. Aisyah took a shot of my muddy legs. Like ew! Joyce was really nice! She helped to wash my soccer ball, as well as my shoe. She even lent me one of her slippers and got me a plastic bag to put in my dirty shoes. Even though how much we managed to wash my shoe. It was still, well.. dirty. Thank you, my dear Joyce! You were a great help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, to sum everything up for yesterday. As usual, took a cab to school. Lessons and chapel. Hung around with April for awhile after school. Her dad drove me home. Thanks April! Lunched, changed, went back to school, for soccer. In the end, we didn't get to play. Tsk! Well, around 5 plus I guess, we left school, and Sarah came ta meet us. In the midst of walking.. I fell in the fucking mud! Ugh! Right, next we headed to the carpark around Vista Point to get my legs, shoes and soccer ball washed up. Headed to Joyce house ta get slippers and stuffs. April and Sarah were kicking the ball at the void deck for awhile, and I went home. I was definitely feeling blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me how it feels like, to be happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5190/1127/320/crushed.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt; Crushed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music: -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-115294292255695197?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/115294292255695197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=115294292255695197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115294292255695197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115294292255695197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/07/fall-into-absinthe.html' title='fall into absinthe'/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-115278985458635522</id><published>2006-07-13T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T04:29:26.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i for an i</title><content type='html'>Today morning was freaky and funny. First, Hailed a cab, got into the cab. Next, was on my way to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taxi driver:&lt;/strong&gt; "Girl, you play soccer?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;strong&gt;"Um, yea."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taxi driver:&lt;/strong&gt; "Which team are you supporting?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;strong&gt;"Liverpool?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The cab gradually starts to slow down..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taxi driver was obviously doing something else, and not watching where he was driving! And next, he took out his cell phone and showed me his cell phone's wallpaper. It was Liverpool's logo. And I went, "Ooooh!" Next, he was still fiddling with his cell phone, which seemed totally clueless to me! I didn't know what he was up to. He was like totally engrossed in his cell phone, and didn't bothered to look out for any traffic or vehicles. I got really worried. And..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;..the cab was barely going straight, it was like slanted to the left, almost crashing into the curb by the side.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost yelled! But before I could, he turned back and told me he couldn't find his Liverpool theme song, ringtone or whatever that is. And continued driving cautiously once again. I heaved a sigh of relieve. &lt;i&gt;Phew!&lt;/i&gt; He continued telling me all about the latest news of Liverpool. And I went, "Oh!" &lt;i&gt;{Loud}&lt;/i&gt; "Oh!"&lt;i&gt;{Louder}&lt;/i&gt; "Oh!" &lt;i&gt;{Loudest}&lt;/i&gt; And when I reached school, he was still talking. Well, hahah, nice entertainment! But it was really funny, the way he spoke and stuffs. You could tell he was friendly! But my taxi ride today, was a thriller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer tomorrow! At.. &lt;i&gt;{Yet to be verified!}&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5190/1127/320/amused.gif" border="0" /&gt; Amused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music:&lt;/strong&gt; S K Krow - Devils Have Their Tears&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-115278985458635522?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/115278985458635522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=115278985458635522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115278985458635522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115278985458635522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-for-i.html' title='i for an i'/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-115270493220406785</id><published>2006-07-12T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T05:10:34.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on Carpathian Hills</title><content type='html'>Today was absolutely hectic. Got to school, and realized that I have soccer training today afternoon! Goshhhhhhh, why does this always happen to me? Damn it! Anyway, yea, decided to rush home, get changed and stuffs. But Sarah and I decided to get our hair trimmed today! Well, so I chipped in a little time for that. Alright, the last period was Art Lesson. Guess what? We have to do a so-called test on Chinese Calligraphy. Yea, and for every answer, I wrote like damn long! Right Abigail? Right after that, April, Sarah and I took a cab to the hair salon, got our hair trimmed. Yea, my head feels lighter! And my tail is still there! Harry is happy! Next, we walked to my house, and I got changed and stuffs. Sarah wanted to rinse/wash her hair. Yep! After that, I had to go back to school first, 'cause I had soccer training! April and Sarah went ta Causeway Point to get some stuffs. And they headed to school after that. But sheesh, believe me, it was really rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea! There's a thorn in my toe, and I can't get it out, 'cause it's too tiny. And it's hurting me like poo! Aaaaaaargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've yet to do my math homework! I've got a deal of it to finish. Gosh! Mathematics, you do drive me nuts! Tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does my hair look weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5190/1127/320/bouncy.gif" border="0" /&gt; Bouncy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music: -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-115270493220406785?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/115270493220406785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=115270493220406785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115270493220406785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115270493220406785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/07/on-carpathian-hills.html' title='on Carpathian Hills'/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-115258933661995324</id><published>2006-07-11T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T21:12:53.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a motley assembly of specters</title><content type='html'>"I pray with the skill of a funeral guild and my eyes have run dry from long hours reeling! I know not the time, for the seasons have spun me and trussed up my wits.. and there's salt in my hair." Nobody, nobody's there. Nobody, nobody's there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Immaturity may be a result of certain chemical imbalances.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONGRATS BESTFRIEND! TODAY'S YOUR DAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mood:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5190/1127/320/sore.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt; Sore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; S K Krow - Witches 'N' Stitches&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-115258933661995324?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/115258933661995324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=115258933661995324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115258933661995324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115258933661995324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/07/motley-assembly-of-specters.html' title='a motley assembly of specters'/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-115201292912360834</id><published>2006-07-04T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T04:48:35.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bleed the first course</title><content type='html'>Back. From the dreadful soccer training. But it was fun, just the way I liked. Hahah. Anyway, I was nearly late for today's damned school. Came outta my house around like 7AM. Next, walked to the road to flag for a cab. But there wasn't any cab at all. Freaky! Got really worried for a second, but lucky. A cab stopped. Got in. And I was like, "Um.. Excuse me uncle! Can you please drive faster?" And he was like, "I'll try my best." But the cab never got any faster. It got worst alright. He drove much slower. I was really gritting my teeth. But when I reached school, I was still on time, Mr Basri was standing right in front of me. But it was a close shave, got to my class safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was hot and stuffy and absolutely boring. Shits not done. And I'm soooooo dead. Had Math NSW today, and we didn't know about it till today. Mr. Lee, oh Mr. Lee! Tsk! Tsk! After school, decided to go back home or to Sarah's house or something, 'cause I wasn't feeling that well. But Syairah asked me to stay back and stuffs for soccer. So I stayed back, hoping I won't faint or something. Yeaaaa. Played street soccer at first. Joyce, Aisyah and the rest wasn't there yet. Next, we got to the field for some light training, 'cause Mr. Mo was finally free! Yay! And quite a number of people turned up! Stayed for awhile, with Joyce and, um, I forgot what's her name. Yea. Got back home by bus, and I dozed off, unknowingly. Must have been really tired. Training tomorrow too! Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've got sunburn! Aaaaah, that shows that I'm beginning to turn tanner than ever. And I don't wanna be tan! Not at all! despite the fact that I like playing soccer. Aaaaaaaah, gosh! I've a red nose now. Hahah, reminds me of Rudolf the red nose reindeer. Oh great, I have to hand in chinese tomorrow! School can't get any better these days. But I got Patrick from thee! It's really cute. Thank you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5190/1127/320/drained.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Underoath - A Boy Brushed Red, Living In Black And White&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-115201292912360834?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/115201292912360834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=115201292912360834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115201292912360834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115201292912360834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/07/bleed-first-course.html' title='bleed the first course'/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-115181896075274689</id><published>2006-07-02T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T23:04:33.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this serial mind, play the scene</title><content type='html'>England lost! Can anyone believe it? England actually lost. My gosh! My gosh! Why the hell did England lose? Gerrard missed a penalty. Oooooh! Real sad. I think the score was, 1-0. And, Brazil lost too! Aaaargh. How can reality taste so bitter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a last-minute stay over at Sarah's. Kenzi too! Was really happy, 'cause I could finally get to watch soccer, World Cup. Yep! Bought snacks, instant noodles. Ate while watching. But Kenzi looked clueless and bored, 'cause she wasn't interested in soccer. Heh! She's more interested in.. Alright, anyway, I was talking on the phone. Sarah was talking on the phone too. And Kenzi was also talking on the phone. But the three of us were all talking to different people, on the phone, at the same time. After Sarah hung up. We watched the match, Brazil against France. Sarah went crazy! Hahahah. Because she supported Brazil, and it lost. Initially I thought England and Brazil would get into the semi-finals. But aaargh, what luck! It didn't. It's awwwwwwwwwful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept at around 5 or 6 in the morning. But before that we watched 'Jeepers Creepers 2'. 'Cause I wanted to watch. But it wasn't one bit scary at all. Just okay, kinda disgusting I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great! Tomorrow's a public holiday. Time for me to finish all my shits. And I have to hand in all my shits on Tuesday. How great? Anyhow, soccer training on Wednesday! Weeeee-hoo! Tuesday too, but it isn't really training. I'm crazy about soccer. Any remedy for that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5190/1127/320/crappy.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crappy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music:&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-115181896075274689?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/115181896075274689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=115181896075274689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115181896075274689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115181896075274689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-serial-mind-play-scene.html' title='this serial mind, play the scene'/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-115164179803676774</id><published>2006-06-30T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T03:57:12.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>open windows tempt the savoury</title><content type='html'>Finally, got a hold on a new blogskin. But it's really simple. I'm craving for a new layout, just that I'm really lazy to do a really nice one. So yea, here it is. A black cat. Black cats are really unique. Got this image from &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;Deviant Art&lt;/a&gt;. But I couldn't find the deviant. Oh shoots, but if anyone knows who's the deviant, please tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped school today. Reckoned it'll be boring, though we've permission ta wear whatever we like. I'm strucked with friday blues. I've not done my chinese book review! Hahahah. It's so hard. Supposed to hand in by today. Oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5190/1127/320/giddy.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Giddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Cinema Strange - En Hiver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5190/1127/1600/giddy.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-115164179803676774?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/115164179803676774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=115164179803676774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115164179803676774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115164179803676774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/06/open-windows-tempt-savoury.html' title='open windows tempt the savoury'/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-115123360976846147</id><published>2006-06-25T18:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T21:31:04.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just finished my Literature and English homework like today, I was rushing it as well from yesterday. Right now, I'm struggling with Chinese. This is sooo not good. I have to do a book review on some Chinese book. Picked a book from library, borrowed, still in midst of reading it. And, it's called, 'Yi Ge Ren De Wo, Ye Ke Yi Hen Kuai Le'. When I first heard the title, thought it was kinda sad. I'm trying really hard to make out what the book is talking about. 'Cause I don't know how to read the words. Okay, maybe some words. Seems so hard to me! Help. I don't really like Chinese. Dread chinnnnnnnnese! Aaargh. School's tomorrow! Fun, but scary. Especially when I know I'll get thrashing from Mr. Lee, when I haven't even touched my Math homework at all. Not one bit! Seriously. I might have ta stay back tomorrow after school to finish as much as I can. Timothy suggest that I copy someone's answers. Well, good one Tim! But no wayyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUA WEN HEN NAN DU, WO BU XI HUAN HUA WEN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.euroweeklynews.com/ewn/news.php?ref=250806633231300"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Michael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Owen's outta World Cup!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Click Here!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; He injured his knee, ligament I guess. Aaah, gee it's sad isn't it? A couple of players were out too, 'cause of injuries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-115123360976846147?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/115123360976846147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=115123360976846147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115123360976846147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115123360976846147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-just-finished-my-literat_115123360976846147.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-115115728466152289</id><published>2006-06-24T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T07:46:28.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met up with Amanda yesterday! Right, along with my elder brother. Went ta Youth Alive Conference. Got there by cab, and next my bro went ta look for his cell mates. The Youth Alive band was amazing. Especially the lead singer. Goshhhh, y'all should've heard his voice. Man, his voice was awesome! The bassist was cute. Hahah, right Manda? Wasn't listening to what the pastor was preaching. Reckoned that it wasn't one bit important to me at all. Ended kinda late. Everyone seemed ta have grown alot. Yep! Missed Gladys, Elene, Caleb Ong, Alicia, June and so the others! Got a glimpse of them last night, though.&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's in, in a day's time. Reeeeeeeeally fast. And alright, my math homework? The five specimen papers? I've not touched any of 'em. Oh yes people, I'm burned! Totally! First day of school, absolute thrashing from teachers. Still rushing on my homework today. Homework blues! Tsk! Oh yea, today's Isabella's day! Happy birthday Isabella! And yesterday was um.. Manfred's day. Hahah. Happy happy birthday dudddddddde! I'm sorry! Stuffs ta tell ya. &lt;i&gt;I guess.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS JOYCE SOOOOOOOO MUCH! SHE ROCKS MY SOCCER VIBES! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear Joyce, my lovely! I miss ya alot! I miss the crazy times we had. We'll play soccer when school re-opens kay? I love you hun! Love!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanda,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've not chatted for quite sometime. I used to miss the times we had. The times when you and I were sooooo close. You were more than a friend to me. Someone who's important in my life. You picked me up when I fall. You showed me the way, guided me. You were there when I needed you the most. Everytime when I get upset and mad, you put up with me no matter what. Especially during the YI Mission Trip, years ago. You were someone so special. Someone who helped me in growing up. Teaching me stuffs. I know at times, I'm overboard and I don't make any sense. You endured and taught me right from wrong. I'm sorry! How I wish I could get back to church. Just like we once were. The joy we shared, along with the others. I lost the faith. I lost God. I can't get back, not for now. But perhaps next time. I thank God for blessing me with sucha wonderful person like you in my life. And I also wanna thank you for the many stuffs you done for me. From thoughtful teeny weenies to meaningful biggos. Those encouragement you've shone upon me has brought smiles to my life. I love ya! And I wanna let you know that you're one special person to me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love, Harry! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gladys,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll be able to read this post now. Your life is like a testimony to me. And the times we shared were unforgettable. You were like a bestfriend to me. Ever so caring and determined. I know we've drifted since after the YI Mission Trip. Things may have changed, but our friendship will always stay the same! Missed ya alot! Especially the times we used ta hang out together! Your cheerfulness has always been a remedy to all my frowns. You were the one who always reminded me ta look on the bright side of life. Even when things may seem so gloomy and pessimistic. You mean so much to me. I love you lovely! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love, Harry! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-115115728466152289?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/115115728466152289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=115115728466152289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115115728466152289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115115728466152289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/06/met-up-with-amanda-yesterday-right.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-115097490528720473</id><published>2006-06-22T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T04:15:05.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog is almost dead. I've not been updating lately! Oh, lazy hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before, JHAKS plus Abigail went ta Wild Wild Wet. Met at Macs, took 168 down ta Punggol. &lt;i&gt;If I'm not wrong!&lt;/i&gt; Right, next had ta walk a mere distance ta some sorta bus-stop. &lt;i&gt;Alright, not really mere, it's a whole lot I guess! Oops!&lt;/i&gt; All thanks ta Joan's beautiful brains, we got on the wrong bus-stop. Almost got onto the wrong bus too. But nah, it's alright. Took the overhead bridge to the opposite bus-stop and got on 3 ta Wild Wild Wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked, bought tix, got in, changed, paid two bucks for each locker. Like totally insane? Yea, and we paid for like three whole lockers, and that would sum up ta six bucks. Geeeeeeeeee! Alright, next we jumped into the 'Shiok River' &lt;i&gt;If I'm not wrong!&lt;/i&gt; Swam like frogs, ducks, geese, beaver. Oh whatever! Hahah. Right.. Next, we sat 'Ular-lah' for quite a number of times. It was fun, 'cause we could all enjoy the ride together. I guess among all the stuffs we played, 'Ular-lah' was the one, we enjoyed the most! And then, there was the 'Samsung Slide Up', the other individual slides, the wave pool and a swimming pool of course. We got kinda bored after awhile, 'cause we've tried on almost all of the stuffs there. Plus, we played for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenzi and I was dead hungry. We were grumbling on our way ta Causeway Point's Pizzahut. Oh right! There was some kinda friction going on between some anonymous(es) and us at Wild Wild Wet. They were kids actually. But gee, they were really vulgar! Yea, well, that's how the world goes about now, isn't it? Ate our fill at Pizzahut. We were all seriously bloated I guess. Accompanied Kenzi ta have some dessert, Macs' Sundae! Sheeeeeeeesh, after the Sundae, I seriously could be defined as a fatty. Oh finally! A fatty. I couldn't really walk, it was really difficult for me ta walk, 'cause of my bloaty tummy. Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April hurt her foot while we're at the 'Shiok River'. The blood were oozing out all over. Ooooh! Hope she's fine now. &lt;i&gt;Please take care of your foot alright? Hope your wounds are better already! Love ya!&lt;/i&gt; Finally got home, but wasn't feeling well..&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched 'Silent Hill' last week. Ooooh, it's not scary, but more on the gruesome side. Ew! I hated it when the graychild screamed. It was ear-deafening! And there came ta one part where there's this lady police officer who kept screaming, "What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck?" The whole theatre was filled with laughter. But gee, the movie really was gory.&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My study table's piled up with homework. My math textbook is so in like my locker. And I'm like so seriously dead when school re-opens. 'Cause there's hell lot of exercises or rather, specimen papers ta cover. And I've not even done one bit of it! Screwed..&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies tomorrow perhaps? Maybe not..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-115097490528720473?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/115097490528720473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=115097490528720473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115097490528720473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115097490528720473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-blog-is-almost-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-115020907926263921</id><published>2006-06-13T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T07:47:22.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My brains are infested with.. blues! Yes, Kenzi didn't come over. She couldn't. The plans were all squashed up, and thrown into rubbish dumps. Oh well, I guess there's always a next time! &lt;i&gt;Right Kenzi? I sure hope so!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cell phone's down, computer too. Ow! This can't get any better, can it? But if there's anything, just ring up my house! I'll probably be the one answering calls. &lt;i&gt;I hope!&lt;/i&gt; It's hard when you don't have any contacts, and you can't call anyone. Or your bestfriend's out. Definition would be, you're stucked at home. No computer, nothing. Just the four walls. I sure do feel like I'm on a vacation in jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just like a bird, locked up in a cage. Can someone help open the cage and free me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-115020907926263921?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/115020907926263921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=115020907926263921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115020907926263921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/115020907926263921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-brains-are-infested-with.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114994694482211804</id><published>2006-06-10T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T06:55:33.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just found out that the modern spelling of my name is actually &lt;strong&gt;Harriette&lt;/strong&gt;. While, mine's the olden spelling. Hahah, doesn't make any difference, 'cause it still sounds the same. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, hate wet floors, but love rainy days. Oh gee, I don't make any sense, do I? This coming Monday! Bestfriends stayover, at my house. Kenzi's treated my house as one of hers. So yea, really pity that house of mine, 'cause it's under her torture. Oh gee, my houseeeee! Tssthahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loner once again, for today. 'Cause today's bestfriend's boyfriend's birthday. &lt;i&gt;--Oh my gosh, so long!&lt;/i&gt; And.. I finally get to be a loner. Right, and it's so not nice. And I've been a couch potato for the past few days, along with my daddy, at times. And I've been sleeping in the morning, and waking up during noon time. Homework's still with Kenzi. &lt;i&gt;Hey &lt;strike&gt;bitch&lt;/strike&gt; bestie! I know you love my homework alot, now please give it back! Hahah! Nah, give me back anytime ya want, you busy woman!&lt;/i&gt; Computer's screwed by my mommy. Thanks mommy! &lt;i&gt;Not!&lt;/i&gt; Ugh, she's kinda mean, and I'm using my elder brother's computer now. And, I was just thinking if I'm ever gonna get brainwashed by his computer, 'cause everytime he logs onto his computer, he'll turn into a zombie. * agrees with me! We hate games that turn people into zombie. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that whatever I'd just blogged, doesn't make any sense to me at all. Okay, I'm paranoid. Now.. can someone tell me what to do? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GER WON CRC! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(It's 4-2!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114994694482211804?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114994694482211804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114994694482211804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114994694482211804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114994694482211804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-found-out-that-modern-spelling-of.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114985956919361094</id><published>2006-06-09T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T06:55:52.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life's unpredictable, full of mysteries. Why do ill people die? Why do healthy people die too? I lost faith in Daddy above. I just pray that He'll keep watch over the girl who'd just passed on. Why must He take away the lives of the innocent? We're never too &lt;strike&gt;old&lt;/strike&gt; young to die, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He can give you all you wanted, but he can take away your everything as well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;__________&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched 'The Omen' yesterday. Kenzi and I felt that it was nice. Oh yes, we shopped. And obviously, I was dreadfully pulled to shop with my bestfriend. I wanted to find an empty place to skate around. But.. the consequence would be really nasty if I didn't follow orders given by my &lt;strike&gt;bitch&lt;/strike&gt; bestie. Hahahha, nah, I'm cool about it. Just exaggerating. I'll be dead if she sees this! Hahah. Okay, then the person who considered himself as old, met us, watched 'Cars' together. After the movie, met up with some others. Yep! And back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosssssh, the movie is drop dead adorable! The laughters of those lil' kids added to the ambience. I guess we were the only big toddlers there, apart from those folks. Those who haven't catch it, really gotta go catch it quick! It's really cute. Oh! And by the way, this movie is by &lt;a href="http://www.pixar.com/"&gt;Pixar Animation Studios&lt;/a&gt;! --&lt;em&gt;Click there!&lt;/em&gt; Really gotta catch it! I wouldn't mind catching it again, and again, and um.. again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World Cup starts today! :D&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5190/1127/1600/Photo-0001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5190/1127/320/Photo-0001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I couldn't think of anything ta get for my elder brother! So I got him this huge monkey balloon! And some chocolates. It's big! Well, that's my lil' brother behind the balloon. Great model. &lt;i&gt;Not.&lt;/i&gt; My brother and maid freaked out in the morning when they saw this huge thing floating in the house. And I dropped off my chair laughing at them! Hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114985956919361094?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114985956919361094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114985956919361094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114985956919361094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114985956919361094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/06/lifes-unpredictable-full-of-mysteries.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114974250232811393</id><published>2006-06-08T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T21:55:02.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm like extremely lazy, whenever I think of updating my almost dead blog. Change of plans. We didn't had bestfriends stayover at my house. It'll be change ta next week! :D &lt;i&gt;I can't wait! Kenzi, I love ya!&lt;/i&gt; Okay, we're gonna go shopping! Hahah, today's Shanny's birthday. Gonna get him some big present. &lt;i&gt;I think. Happy birthday big brother! Muhahhaha, old man!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really excited! 'Cause I'm gonna get my.. Hahah! Alright, I think Kenzi knows. Hopefully, I could get it by today! :D Alright.. We'll be going for movie marathon again! Then, perhaps meet up some others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, it's still pouring now. My tummy's queasy. Kinda over stretched my neck, now it's hurts badly! :( There's this hotdog bread staring right at me. And I'm staring right back. Should I eat it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114974250232811393?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114974250232811393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114974250232811393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114974250232811393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114974250232811393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-like-extremely-lazy-whenever-i.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114958513276895637</id><published>2006-06-06T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T02:12:13.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;To Calista:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this and this might not be your real name. I'm unsure of that. But I guess you should know me right? 'Cause in your tag, you mentioned, "You weren't like this last time." And I guess that, I know you too. I guess everyone'll change once in a while. Some may like the change, but others may not. But I mean, am I really defined as a poser/pretender in your eyes? I feel happy with what I'm doing. You also said in your tag that, "I hope you'll just be yourself." --I am myself, but maybe you just don't think I am myself, or perhaps I just don't seem myself in your eyes. If everyone wants me ta change into something they each prefer, and agreeing ta each of their request, I'd probably be in the asylum now. I'm not a multi-tasked person. But I really am myself. Maybe being myself seems like being a poser/pretender in your eyes. But.. what more can I change into? I can't change into something I'm not. Perhaps you might wanna add me in MSN (&lt;a href="mailto:bouncyjellybeanie@hotmail.com"&gt;bouncyjellybeanie@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;), and tell me, rather than talking here. I'd be glad to talk to you though! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114958513276895637?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114958513276895637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114958513276895637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114958513276895637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114958513276895637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/06/to-calista-okay-this-and-this-might.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114957774114553943</id><published>2006-06-06T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T00:11:35.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First, name &lt;strong&gt;20&lt;/strong&gt; people you think of now before answering the questions below.&lt;br /&gt;Tag &lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt; person to do this.&lt;br /&gt;If he/she has done it, there's no need to redo it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Kenzi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Joyee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Joan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; April&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; Hou Yee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; Jin Wan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; Sophia Chong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; Anthea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt; Yi Jun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.&lt;/strong&gt; Joyce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.&lt;/strong&gt; Syairah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.&lt;/strong&gt; Genevieve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.&lt;/strong&gt; Amanda Ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.&lt;/strong&gt; Mastura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.&lt;/strong&gt; Peggy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.&lt;/strong&gt; Roger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.&lt;/strong&gt; Sebastian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19.&lt;/strong&gt; Kele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.&lt;/strong&gt; Royston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When did you meet 14?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two/three years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What will you do if you never meet 1 before ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll curse the heavens and praise hell. Hahah! Kiddin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What will you do if 20 and 9 dated?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulate 'em?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you ever like 19?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would 6 and 17 make a good couple?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's unpredictable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Describe 3.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name's Joan, age 14, birthday falls on 20th January, attached to me and I love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think 8 is attractive?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! She has a great figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me something about 7.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's someone absolutely wonderful to me, that's why she's called 'Wonderwoman'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know any of the 12's family member?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's 8 favourite thing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cadbury chocolates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you do if 11 confess that he/she likes you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll confess to her that I like her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What language does 15 always speak?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixed english and malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is 9 going out with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peggy, if I'm not wrong? Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How old is 16 now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When is the last time you talk to 13?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like before the holidays? Gosh! I miss my mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who's 2 favourtie singer/band?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoops! Ain't sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you date 4?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you date 7?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is 15 single?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's 10 last name?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you ever be in a relationship with 11?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeeeeeeea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What school does 3 goes to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ Church Secondary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where does 6 live?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fragrant Wood, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's your favourite thing about 5?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you seen 1 naked?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I hate her man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tagged:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Anthea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Hou Yee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Yi Jun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Kele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; Royston&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114957774114553943?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114957774114553943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114957774114553943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114957774114553943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114957774114553943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/06/first-name-20-people-you-think-of-now.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114934140479370212</id><published>2006-06-03T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T06:34:57.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gawdamit! MSN is working! Holy holy.. oh my gosh, I'm so grateful, to that whatever thing that made it worked. :D! Oh my gawd, Kenzi is coming tomorrow! Stayover! Midnight movies! Oh my gosh, and so many other poopy stuffs. We'll do so many homo stuffs, I hope - won't mind. Hahah! Kiddin', he'll hack me man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh! How I wish I could go out today! I bet it'll be damn fun. But sadly, ugh, great disappointed. I ruined everything, &lt;strong&gt;{SCREAMS!}&lt;/strong&gt; sorry guys! I'm sooooo sorry! :(&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next week:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Soccer training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Birthday present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Skate stuffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Teachers' day thingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Movies! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; Date with mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; Date with &lt;strike&gt;bestie&lt;/strike&gt; bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; Stayovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, how's all this gonna fit in, in a week?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114934140479370212?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114934140479370212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114934140479370212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114934140479370212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114934140479370212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/06/gawdamit-msn-is-working-holy-holy.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114933771485028013</id><published>2006-06-03T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T05:28:35.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MSN's totally pooped up. Can't get into it, no matter how hard. Okay, totally wasn't what I'd expected. Today was a complete disappointment, couldn't get out! &lt;i&gt;Sorry guys! Next week guys! Next weeeeek! :D Hahah! Oh yes!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, seven more days to.. &lt;i&gt;Kenzi Ong! You should know! And please remember ta buzz me three days in advance so that I can plan everything.&lt;/i&gt; Hahah! 'Slither' is screening now, if I'm not wrong. I wanna catch it, but sadly, it's M-18. :O Bummer! Gonna date 'The Nun' for next week! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthea's going off tomorrow! Gee, I'll miss her! :( And.. Happy birthday Ansen! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So much to do in so little time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114933771485028013?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114933771485028013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114933771485028013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114933771485028013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114933771485028013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/06/msns-totally-pooped-up.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114913305119382582</id><published>2006-06-01T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T20:59:36.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just started on a book. It's called 'Pretties' by Scott Westerfeld. And yes, I came upon this phrase..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that the most beautiful things in the world are the most useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--John Ruskin, &lt;i&gt;The Stones Of Venice, I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I absolutely agree. 'Cause when one has lost it's surface, which is their outer beauty, no one would give a damn about them. It's the inner beauty that certain people are searching for. You'll only know if someone is true to you, if they wouldn't mind your outer beauty, regardless of how beautiful or ugly you look, but searches right within your heart.&lt;br /&gt;___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've all fallen apart. Holidays weren't one of the many reasons which tore us apart. It was us, our priority. If we wanted ta get closer, it depends all on our choices. Once again, I get strucked easily by words. My desires collided with my thousands of guilt. I'm sure certain people know what I'm talking about. I hope I know what I'm doing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It'll be over once I'm sober.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114913305119382582?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114913305119382582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114913305119382582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114913305119382582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114913305119382582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-started-on-book.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114904769285149973</id><published>2006-05-31T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T21:35:35.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahahha, yes yes yes. I'm one, thanks for telling me, to that whoever anonymous named Calista. Reminding me that I'm a bad egg and everything. I have sucidal thoughts all along. It may seem silly. But it makes sense to the certain extent. I can't be perfect. Along the way, people might detest me. Yes, and that's not what I want either. It's hard ta struggle with life. I can't get where I'm going. Yes, I can't. I feel downright like a sour grape in everyone's eyes. Once bitten twice shy. I get knocked down easily, by failures and words. So here I am, not to discriminate the people who hates me. But yea, to be somehow thankful ta know that someone actually hates me. I know this might sound real weird for me ta say all these kinda stuffs. But I've really come to a extent that I can't go on. I'm stucked, in a nutcase! I think uncontrollably. Yes I truly admit that I suck. I was never a good person in this life. Not at all. Even if Calista didn't said anything sour about me. I guess, I'd still be having this suicidal and dejected tendency of ending everything. I'm struggling, and people don't know how hard it is to deal with the things that I'm dealing with right now. This may all sound bogus. Yes, and if it really is bogus, I guess I won't even bother ta post it down at all. I hate myself at times, for not treasuring those train stations I mentioned earlier. And I've got physical bruise everywhere. Gee, it hurts.. so much. Just so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've fallen and I can't get up.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114904769285149973?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114904769285149973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114904769285149973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114904769285149973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114904769285149973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/05/ahahha-yes-yes-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114872968783396213</id><published>2006-05-27T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T06:45:04.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THE BEST MOMENTS IN LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;- Can I fall out of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Laughing till your tummy hurts.&lt;br /&gt;- That's something I miss doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Enjoying a ride down the country side.&lt;br /&gt;- Sadly, there isn't one in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Listening to your favourite song on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;- My radio's turn dusty, haven't heard it for quite sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; Going to sleep listening to the rain pouring oustide.&lt;br /&gt;- Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; Getting out of the shower with a warm, fuzzy towel.&lt;br /&gt;- Nothing feels much more refreshing than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; Passing your final exams with good grades.&lt;br /&gt;- Totally like a dream-come-true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; Being part of an interesting conversation.&lt;br /&gt;- Absolutely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; Finding some money in some old pants.&lt;br /&gt;- Oh yes! I bet Kenzi knows why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt; Laughing at yourself.&lt;br /&gt;- If only I don't cry right after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.&lt;/strong&gt; Sharing a wonderful dinner with all your friends.&lt;br /&gt;- Oh yes, it's always at Pizzahut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.&lt;/strong&gt; Laughing without a reason.&lt;br /&gt;- Did I just came outta the asylum or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.&lt;/strong&gt; "Accidentally" hearing someone say something good about you.&lt;br /&gt;- Right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.&lt;/strong&gt; Watching the sunset.&lt;br /&gt;- In cinemas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.&lt;/strong&gt; Listening to a song that reminds you of an important person in your life.&lt;br /&gt;- Oh gee, quit it! I hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.&lt;/strong&gt; Receiving or giving your first kiss.&lt;br /&gt;- That's gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.&lt;/strong&gt; Feeling this movement in your body when seeing this "special" someone.&lt;br /&gt;- Hope this feeling doesn't get me too hyper, 'cause my friends hate it. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.&lt;/strong&gt; Having a great time with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;- Always and forever. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19.&lt;/strong&gt; Wearing the shirt of a person you love and smelling his/her perfume.&lt;br /&gt;- Hopefully it doesn't stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.&lt;/strong&gt; Visting an old friend of yours and remembering great memories.&lt;br /&gt;- It always makes me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21.&lt;/strong&gt; Hearing someone telling you, "I love you!"&lt;br /&gt;- Sends chill down my spines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22.&lt;/strong&gt; Stayovers at your bestfriend's.&lt;br /&gt;- I miss Amanda! And Sarah's barn house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;7:31PM&lt;/div&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't wanna get too emotional. June Holidays are here, big fuss and everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those important people in my life has passed me by. I'm just like an old rusty train, they are like train stations. I was reckless, I drove too fast. I passed those stations. I denied those warmth and the love they showered me with. I could have died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, tears streamed down my cheeks, with much pain and sorrow. Ever regretful of those pointless decisions I've made. Knocking on heavens door, asking infinite "Why?"(s). I succumbed to selfishness and foolishness. The regrets were inevitable. I finally regretted everything. It was predictable by anyone. I was much more than a fool. I knew apologies wasn't enough. I wished for a time machine. But I knew I was living a lie, thinking all about turning back time, to amend every lil' mistakes I've made. So here I am, just to whisper, "I'm sorry!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth has come to light. All along, I was defined as a fabrication in people's eyes. - &lt;i&gt;They said..&lt;/i&gt; The words I said could be compared to the lies I made. I believed those I shouldn't have trusted. Once again, I'm much more than a fool. For everything I did and spoke, weren't lies. But they took it as a fabrication. It pierces me ta know that I was nothing in those sinful eyes of men. My life isn't a lie, neither is it a fucking fabrication. I didn't lie about my fucking life. Stop it! You fuckers, you're hurting me. Have it your way if you must. I'm not dead, but dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might/might not be posting during the holidays. 'Cause I burnt my wings, hoping to find another soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess all the while I was just living a lie. You're a fake.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114872968783396213?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114872968783396213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114872968783396213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114872968783396213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114872968783396213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/05/best-moments-in-life-1.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114856868992374940</id><published>2006-05-25T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T07:51:29.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll shut my wings from now. May burn my wings, but I'll find a new one. You won't know where I'll be going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuck those people with fake hearts!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114856868992374940?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114856868992374940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114856868992374940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114856868992374940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114856868992374940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/05/ill-shut-my-wings-from-now.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114844825076192949</id><published>2006-05-24T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T22:24:10.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Golly, I really have ta blog fast. First up, soccer training at 2PM. After that, catching a flick with all my sweet stuffs! Yes, and I'll be really stinky. Ahahah, bear with it girlfriends! And right now, I'm appetiteless. Feeling nausea. Haven't eaten anything since morning. And I'll be skipping my lunch too! 'Cause aunt cooked fish porridge! Like oh my gawd? I hate that the most. Yuuuuuuuuck! Yea, skippin' it. Ate some chocolate cakes. Almost puked. Everything seem so gross to me right now. I guess I'll be dying on the field later, with my almost empty tummy. But gee, yea, I don't give a damn. Hahahha. Oh shit! Gotta rush. God knows I'll die later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114844825076192949?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114844825076192949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114844825076192949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114844825076192949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114844825076192949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/05/golly-i-really-have-ta-blog-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114838331415617128</id><published>2006-05-23T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T04:34:23.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh great! April and I will be bloggin' about almost the same stuffs, right girlfriend? Here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, rippers also known as copycats, are really common these days. Absolutely! Yep, and well, you girls really have ta know where you stand. Put yourself in a person who often gets ripped by others, shoes. Do you feel good? When someone rips you off? Like no one else's business? I bet you won't really feel good, upset perhaps. Rounding up everything, I'd say, be yourself girls! Be yourself! That's the tip. And it's also the best if you've yet to know. People don't like poseurs. They like people the way they are, for who they are, not what they are. Get it? So.. yes girls, be yourself. I'm not here to discriminate nor criticise. Please bare that in mind. What I'm posting here, I'm also applying them to myself. Don't try so hard to be like someone else, in the end, you'll always be called the foolish one. But if you could learn to be yourself, more people will like ya and stuffs, or perhaps look upon you.&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gee, our class lost the soccer match against 2E1 'cause they were short of players. Well, that's predictable! Yep, and golly, I skipped school today. Well, firstly, there's nothing there ta shit about during lessons. Secondly, if I stoned in class, I might attract fleas. Thirdly, I might fall asleep and shake the whole school with my nasty snores. &lt;i&gt;If only I was able ta snore!&lt;/i&gt; Damn it! I have ta attend soccer training tomorrow. Hou Yee buzzed me up in the afternoons, telling me about that. Well, I got quite freaked out. 'Cause it was sucha short notice. I'm like perfectly lazy to go to school tomorrow! Totally! I wanna so wanna chill out with my homo(s). But gee, owe it all ta my brilliant ass that I have ta get on with soccer training tomorrow. What's more, our class need not turn up for class the next day. Grhhhh. Damn that holy ass of mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;April's damn adorable!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114838331415617128?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114838331415617128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114838331415617128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114838331415617128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114838331415617128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-great-april-and-i-will-be-bloggin.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114828575066528955</id><published>2006-05-22T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T01:15:50.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A.I.N.T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Where'd you go? I miss you so. Seems like it's been forever that you've been gone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There used to be you, her, she and me. Where're those beautiful laughter? Those beautiful frowns? Those sugar we used ta had every once in awhile? They faded as time we lost time. The moments we've yet to reminisce, are gone. Are they comin' back? Not even for a minute? Words may never seem expressive enough. But the heart and thoughts will always be. I still love you guys! As much as before, like how we used ta be. But things have changed. But will we ever go back ta how we used to be? I miss you guys too much!&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Poor Sophia's ill. Hope she'll get well soon! {LOVES!} On Saturday, Kenzi, bestfriend came over ta my house ta catch some horror flicks. Oh my gosh, we watched, "Hell" by a Thailand director. And damn, that show sucks big time man! It's hell boring, talking about hell. Gee, tsk! tsk! Anyway, we caught "The Amityville Horror". Oh my gawd, I like that show plenty! It's based on a true story. It's hell nice! After that, we watched "South Park". Oh my gosh, we nearly laughed our butts off. It was hell hilarious. Sarah and I took turns ta watch it. I passed her the VCD(s) today. Hope she'll have fun watching it! Oh yea, back ta what we did on Saturday, after everything, it was around nine plus I guess. And Kenzi had ta go home. So yea, I sent her ta the bus-stop. And went back myself, everything spooked me out. Totally! I was nearly killed by fright. Trust me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, bestfriend's over at my house once again now! Hahahha, she's damn nice! She's ill too, but she still accompanied me home, ta watch the rest of the horror flicks. How nice! I love ya bestfriend! Oh gee, Sarah hurt her hand today. Hope she's alright, love ya Miss. Cow. And get well soon, Miss. Bestfriend! Though you're like just right beside me. {LAMES OUT!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, bestfriend's hungry! We gotta go grab a bite. Catch some frightening flicks. Then um.. blank! Blank? M'kay.. I love ya bestfriend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114828575066528955?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114828575066528955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114828575066528955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114828575066528955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114828575066528955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post_22.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114819782727294324</id><published>2006-05-21T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T00:58:09.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School's in tomorrow, gee, how time flies. A moment we're just somewhat freshments in Christ Church. The next, a few years has left us. Isn't it amazing? Well, I guess we should just live each day as it is. But not pulling frowns and worries down our asses for the who-knows-what tomorrow(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;think&lt;/strong&gt; I'm down with paranoia. There's this burning sensation down the roots of my brains. When I look at stuffs, the things would be inevitably turning round and round and um.. yes round. I'm even having delusions. Perhaps in the midst of this paranoia, I might you know.. chance upon a friend in white. But it's always gone before I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killer heartburns are killling me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114819782727294324?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114819782727294324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114819782727294324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114819782727294324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114819782727294324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/05/schools-in-tomorrow-gee-how-time-flies.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114810668291207336</id><published>2006-05-20T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T23:33:00.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A.&lt;/strong&gt; Tagged victim have to come up with &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; different points of his/her perfect lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B.&lt;/strong&gt; Mention the gender of his/her perfect lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C.&lt;/strong&gt; Tag &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; victims to join this game and leave a comment on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D.&lt;/strong&gt; If you are tagged the second time, there's no need to do this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four qualities:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A.&lt;/strong&gt; Spiritually substantial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B.&lt;/strong&gt; Outspoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C.&lt;/strong&gt; Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D.&lt;/strong&gt; Witty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tagged:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A.&lt;/strong&gt; Kenzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B.&lt;/strong&gt; Jin Wan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C.&lt;/strong&gt; Yi Jun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D.&lt;/strong&gt; April.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114810668291207336?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114810668291207336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114810668291207336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114810668291207336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114810668291207336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114810261674054629</id><published>2006-05-20T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T22:23:36.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm like so back in Singapore now. Just realized how much I really liked Singapore, ever since I stepped into the resort! Oh my gawd. It's unbelievable. Seriously, the resort looks like a chalet. And I mean, many many chalet look-alike rooms. Sarah's room's shower was orange in color! My f-cking gawd, can you believe it? Talking about orange, the shower, water? At first, they were like so damn shocked, 'cause the water's orange in color. But after that, it turn back ta the normal-colored water. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about the trip. It's almost hell for most of us. Hot hot hot! Almost burnt I must say. And yes, my skin is infested with mosquito bites. How nice can those mosquitoes ever be? Rrrrrruff! The fruit farm hike was tremendously hacking me down into dust. It was hell tiring. Plus, I specially bought a Vans black shoe just for the trip, and I got nasty blisters on both legs. It bled quite much while I was sleeping. And I was like, totally clueless. The bathroom was hell creepy! We sat the buggy when we had ta go back ta the entrance. Gee, it was really fun! 'Cause we asked the driver ta speed. Oooooooooh, the wind! The fruit farm was really really huge. It's gigantic. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had campfire at the beach, the tides were slightly rushing up ta us. The next day, we had shopping, and got home. Ahahah, I'm lazy ta list down everything, 'cause it's a long trip to me. The stuffs we did were countless. Oh yea! Sarah and I bought &lt;b&gt;legal&lt;/b&gt; horror DVD(s) back. Oh my gosh, we're damn excited. We bought five I guess. They include gore and yes, horror. Can't wait ta watch it later!&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was woken up by the voice of Eric in South Park. My elder brother was actually watching South Park early in the morning. Hahahha, so I just got up, washed, and watched the rest of it. Oh my gosh, South Park's really smok-ein! I'm lovin' it. I missed my lil' brother and almost everyone, especially the water. Whoops! And my teddy bbbbbbbbbbbbear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm waiting for my bestfriend's call now. 'Cause everyone's going out, and I'll be alone at home once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh where's my beautiful bestfriend?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114810261674054629?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114810261674054629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114810261674054629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114810261674054629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114810261674054629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-like-so-back-in-singapore-now.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114777586375936035</id><published>2006-05-16T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T03:39:32.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You wanna get tickled? Here's it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shmez:&lt;/strong&gt; Why is &lt;em&gt;x&lt;/em&gt; = &lt;em&gt;b &lt;/em&gt;+ &lt;em&gt;b &lt;/em&gt;- 4&lt;em&gt;ac&lt;/em&gt;/2&lt;em&gt;a&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kwss:&lt;/strong&gt; Because &lt;em&gt;x&lt;/em&gt; = 2&lt;em&gt;b &lt;/em&gt;- 4&lt;em&gt;ac&lt;/em&gt;/2&lt;em&gt;a&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shmez:&lt;/strong&gt; But why is &lt;em&gt;x&lt;/em&gt; = 2&lt;em&gt;b &lt;/em&gt;- 4&lt;em&gt;ac&lt;/em&gt;/2&lt;em&gt;a&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kwss:&lt;/strong&gt; Because &lt;em&gt;x&lt;/em&gt; = 2&lt;em&gt;b&lt;/em&gt;/2&lt;em&gt;a&lt;/em&gt; - 4&lt;em&gt;ac&lt;/em&gt;/2&lt;em&gt;a.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shmez:&lt;/strong&gt; But if &lt;em&gt;x&lt;/em&gt; = 2&lt;em&gt;b&lt;/em&gt;/2&lt;em&gt;a&lt;/em&gt; - 4&lt;em&gt;ac&lt;/em&gt;/2&lt;em&gt;a&lt;/em&gt;.. Then um..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shmez:&lt;/strong&gt; GAHHHHHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shmez:&lt;/strong&gt; I think my brain just exploded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kwss:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes. Math is amazing isn't it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Extracted from: Maria M.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. Maybe not. Whoops!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114777586375936035?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114777586375936035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114777586375936035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114777586375936035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114777586375936035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-wanna-get-tickled-heres-it-shmez.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114777469561470776</id><published>2006-05-16T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T05:27:11.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh gee, this would be the last time I'll be posting and blogging.. for this three days! 17, 18 and 19. Ahahaha. Anyway, I'll be off ta Malacca with my school mates for somewhat IPW trip. Yep, and don't ask me what is that, 'cause I don't even know what the hell that is. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really gonna miss my beautous bed, my pillow and my teddy. {SLAPS FOREHEAD!} I'm making it sound like I'm dying. Okay, whatever. But I'll be back within three days time. Yep, after visiting fruit farms, and learning religious stuffs. Like I would ever remember? Okay well, maybe some memorable ones. And I just realized that most of my friends are damn racist. They kinda add more reasons why the world should begin World War III. Hahahhaha, well, the first one I'd kill would be myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yes! I f-cking flunked a few of my subjects. Damn it! It's so saddening. I'm gonna cry till I go all dehydrated. Pardon me and my sudden lame-strickened brain. Hahahha. I'll miss people of different structures, since I'm almost lazy ta list down the names. I'll be missing all my.. fat, thin and one-of-a-kind friends. If I go mad missin' y'all, I'll most probably flush myself down the toilet while constipating or go find a river and jump. Yes. If God would assist me in doing all these unthinkable stuffs. I am so like in 100 BC. Right..&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just doing my last minute packing, and I just found out that all my clothes are black, including the bottoms that is. Oh gee, I guess the way I pick clothes is downright just like how I live my life. Cold, nasty, cruel and awfully miserable. &lt;strong&gt;Colorless&lt;/strong&gt; I must say. I wonder if I'm color blind. Am I color blind? Okay, was that signs of paranoia again? Sheesh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I fly..&lt;br /&gt;..up, up and away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;..then I crashed. Died.&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you have ta pull me down fucker?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;__________&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! Damn it, forgot something. Went ta get the trip stuffs with Abigail, then Rohi came ta meet us. Yep, but before that, Abigail and I saw Mr. Kat! Like oh my gawd? {SCREAMS!} I miss him like shit. Oh! Oh! Oh! And Miss Raabya too! Then, Mr. Kat was like, "Gotta rush ta go meet Miss Raabya or something, then we'll come back ta find you guys!" Hahahah, oh my gosh! Damn happy man. Got ta see 'em even before the Malacca trip! I miss 'em so really much. I hope they get ta read this. 'Cause I think most of our classmates want 'em back! Yes, back ta the whiteboard, standing, teaching, laughing, scolding etc. Miss the laughter and joy. Miss the lectures and scoldings. Miss the whiteboard filled with words. Miss the presence of 'em both. I guess we'll never treasure someone until we've lost him/her right? Almost true actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through them, I guess we all grew up somehow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114777469561470776?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114777469561470776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114777469561470776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114777469561470776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114777469561470776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-gee-this-would-be-last-time-ill-be.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114769664728948041</id><published>2006-05-15T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T05:37:27.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met Sophia today! Was kinda lost at MRT stations. So when I the train reached Outram Park, texted Sophia, was really frantic on whether I should change train or get down some place, 'cause I'm totally clueless about MRT stations. Then, she called, and she was like, "You should get down the next stop." I was like, "Oh!" Hahahah, I'm really muddlehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked our butts off! And and and, time flies really fast while we're working. Ate noodles at some typical restaurant. Sophia nearly cried, 'cause it was too hot. Hahahha, poor her! Then, we went over ta Delifrance ta have ice-cream! De-li-cio-so! Oh yes! Gonna see her tomorrow! After school. {BEAMS!} Loves Sophia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna see my mates tomorrow! How great! Really missed 'em, though it's just within a short lil' time. But seriously I miss 'em! The laughter and everything else. I hope everyone gets good grades tomorrow. Really worried about my grades. Gee, and the day after tomorrow, the whole of Secondary two express class is gonna camp over at Malacca! I'm totally over the moon about it! But I'll feel a lil' amiss too. I'll miss he/she/they/them/it/him/her. I'm so gonna miss Sophia, Anthea and the others. And um.. um, especially my bed and teddy bear! Hahahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114769664728948041?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114769664728948041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114769664728948041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114769664728948041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114769664728948041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/05/met-sophia-today-was-kinda-lost-at-mrt.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114744209200580313</id><published>2006-05-12T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T07:51:36.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh gee, was suppose ta go catch some intense-themed flicks with Kenzi! But, yea, my grandfolks are coming over for dinner. And also, another mean thing, I was invaded by those nasty sneezes once again! Bang that! I've unknowingly turned into a red nose reindeer. How poopy is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, it's been really hectic nowadays. Yea, work, work and much more work! But, it's always fun whenever there's Sophia around! Sophia has sweet tooth. Hahahah, she bought a big bar of Cadbury Chocolates, 'cause she's being tempted by all the advertisements on the train. Oh, and I bought one too. Oh my gawd! Sweetness! Yes Sophia! The chicken rice was yummy! We talked and laughed, laughed and talked. I'll be seeing her on Sunday! For work once again. {CHEERS!} I love Sophia Chong evermore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I'll be able ta get Kenzi ta go out, we have to get our trip stuffs! Yes, and there's many stuffs I gotta get! Terribly sorry about today. Nasty day I must say!&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To April and Sarah:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I couldn't go out with you guys! Had tough work for the past few days, was really terrible. So decided ta rest at home. But I thought about our trip, so I wanted ta get my trip stuffs today, if possible, with Kenzi. Since y'all are going ta Bugis, so didn't wanna bother ya shopping spree. Yep! But though I posted that Kenzi and I were supposed ta catch flicks, but the main purpose of going out is still ta get our trip stuffs, 'cause I'll be busy for the next few days. And since, we couldn't get our stuffs today, I'll have ta chip in some time ta get it. We'll go buy the trip stuffs together alright sweeets(es)? Really sorry about today! Love you guys still! As much as before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Sophia:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I wouldn't be able ta go ta work with ya tomorrow! I'll miss you so much! {SCOWLS!} With much love! {BEAMS!}&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The above - ta - was edited.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GAWD DAMNIT! I CAN'T REPLY TAGS.&lt;/strong&gt; {SCOWLS!}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114744209200580313?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114744209200580313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114744209200580313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114744209200580313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114744209200580313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-gee-was-suppose-ta-go-catch-some.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114735272975963972</id><published>2006-05-11T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T06:05:29.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm totally suffering under the delicate arms of work. Everything looks and feels hectic when night falls, moms and dads rush home ta see their beautiful kids, while for the loners, they drift their way home. As the train descends and the doors file open, the nausea stench of passengers floats by. I almost fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's been hectic for me these days. It doesn't seem ta have any difference at all when in comparison with exams. Everyday's like so shacked, so nasty, so.. filled with cruelty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You sheeps, can trust the others, but beware of the wolves.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114735272975963972?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114735272975963972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114735272975963972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114735272975963972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114735272975963972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-totally-suffering-under-delicate.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114717485108470574</id><published>2006-05-09T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T04:45:34.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just had my uber late lunch. Took it like a few minutes ago. Ate pasta, oooooh, damn great! Went ta Joan's house today. Oh yes! It's finally officially end of our Mid Years for us. How exciting can this ever be? But still, the others are having their papers. Best of luck, mates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, we had fun at Joan's house. Watched 'Jeepers Creepers'! Like oh my gawd? It's an awesome show. But there's only a few gruesome scenes. Gee, how pathetic. But still, it's not as hyper as other gruseome-themed flicks. As usual, April screamed today. Hahahah. And we all freaked out. Thank you April! Hahahah. But of course, without her presence and screams, it'll be really boring. Next, we watched 'I Not Stupid Too' once again. Joan, Kenzi and I didn't tear. But April and Sarah teared. They were like really touched, while Joan, Kenzi and I looked awfully like some loony sadists, laughing away. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's out for us, for six whole days! And on the 16 May, we'll have ta return back ta school ta have our examination scripts checked. Bummer! But the day after that, we'll be setting off for Malacca! I'm like totally psyched. Have ta calm down my hyper vibes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Anthea said, "Harry-ette dumpty had a great fall!" Oh yes. It's three great fall. How nice huh? How I wish one of my leg was broken, and I'll be able to grab my broken leg and limp with my other leg for once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114717485108470574?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114717485108470574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114717485108470574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114717485108470574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114717485108470574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-just-had-my-uber-late-lunch.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114683498316675477</id><published>2006-05-05T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T06:26:43.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Silence has seized me, ever since the day you guys abandoned me. There's too much stuffs to comment about me. That's what I've thought about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue, I've chose to remain silent. I guess it's part and parcel of life. People might think it's too sudden, too weird. But still, I think my comments and words aren't needed in the presence of anything surprising. I may have gone silent, face fade of emotion, but still my heart never changes. I just feel that it's time I should keep in silence for a while. Still love you guys! Joan, April, Kenzi and Sarah. Not forgetting my other beloved(s)! It'll never change. Gossips and rumours may tear us apart, but if you truly believe the righteous, we'll never drift away. I may appear weird in the eyes of many, but if you can't accept, don't hesitate to decline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's daddy's birthday! Hope he'll stop growing older! Watched, 'When A Stranger Calls' for the second time, with Kenzi. Hahahha, but still I enjoyed it very much of course! With my bestie. Oh I love thee! I have a sudden affection for hats. Ooooh! Beautiful stranger..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause my mom never accepts the fact for who I am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry poops of the beautifully odd poops and of course those oddly beautiful poops! I guess my computer's somehow turn into a can of worms at certain time of the day, whenever it's in usage, I can't seem to reply any tags! My gosh! Oh yes! And I've been inevitably repeating "My gosh!". Oh my gosh! I'll reply y'all as soon as possible!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114683498316675477?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114683498316675477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114683498316675477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114683498316675477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114683498316675477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/05/silence-has-seized-me-ever-since-day.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114672476588851066</id><published>2006-05-04T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T00:09:47.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rippers or perhaps copycats have been like a really common definition of people. I mean, who doesn't copy? Honestly, I do, so does everyone. At times, it may be a slight coincidence, but rarely, these kinda stuffs happen. Imagine, Leonardo Da Vinci did a painting on Mona Lisa, and someone else rips it and claims that he/she is the real artist of that piece of work. Isn't it infuriating? Or perhaps does an exact painting of Mona Lisa and earns money by getting the idea from copying Leonardo Da Vinci?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From Leonardo Da Vinci's point of view:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wouldn't be happy about it, because the artwork was done with much pain and effort. And if someone else claims that he/she is the real artist of that piece of work, does that mean all the credit goes to that person? Whereas it isn't Leonardo Da Vinci who gets the credit? I'm sure the person would be very drepressed or unhappy. It is sorta like robbing someone's talent, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From a ripper's point of view:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you're someone who copies or rips his work, then perhaps you might be thinking that&lt;br /&gt;he's got a real talent. And you're making him like your very own idol. You might feel that the style he paints his work totally suits yours, therefore you copy every single artwork that he does. And you really love it.&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing you have to know, no matter how much you rip someone else's stuffs off, or try so much to be totally like someone, you can never be that original person. Try putting yourself in their shoes, how would you feel if someone does that some old thing to you? Rips you off, and stuffs like that. You'll be enraged right? You'll feel that someone has intruded your originality, and of course, stolen your talent. But if it's really a coincidence, then I bet, that's something which is pardonable. But you know, if you lie about something, I bet God wouldn't pardon that either. Everyone's an original form of their own kind. God only made one, you. He can't duplicate you. So be yourself, even though how much influence the world has impacted on you. Right till the very end, just, you know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;..be yourself, be original!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, of course, the stuffs that I've posted for the past few decades and even right now, I'm also applying them in my life. I'm impardonable too.&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gawd! History today, and I thought I just had my Literature exams today. It's like so embarrassing, 'cause I've been telling Syairah, Genvieve and Andrew that I've just taken Literature exam today, and I've been repeating it countless times. Till I found out that I actually had History exam today, when they corrected me. You see, I've been brain-dead for the past few days, haven't been mugging or touching any blankets with words at all! All because of the sleazy germs and bacteria that has caused me much anxiety. They make me sick, so sick. I've been like, sorta bedridden for the past few days. Oh gee, my sick body is like vociferously assuring me that I'm gonna flunk my exams this time. My! My!&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother the day has come.&lt;br /&gt;Someone is trying to take my life away.&lt;br /&gt;And you've got to know.&lt;br /&gt;That now I'm feeling worst.&lt;br /&gt;It seems to dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114672476588851066?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114672476588851066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114672476588851066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114672476588851066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114672476588851066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/05/rippers-or-perhaps-copycats-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114657089296824544</id><published>2006-05-02T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T05:04:15.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was fun not having any worries of blogging for the pass few days. I was bruised, not too badly. But still, rather okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;CASE 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 29 April, I pressed my thumb on a razor blade. My thumb bled. I was trying ta help change my dad's blade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;CASE 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 1 May, while I was finding my clothes in my really old wardrobe, I knelt down. And next, when I was standing ninety degrees high, the edge of the wardrobe was just above my thigh. I didn't know. I moved away, not knowing that my flesh got pulled by that f-cking damn edge. At first, I went like, "Oh! Hahahah, phew! There's nothing." And seconds later, it started to bleed. I had to rush outta the house 'cause I was gonna meet someone, so I wore my jeans, walked awfully like a lamer and next, when I met Sarah, my jeans was stained with a lil patch of blood. Like eww?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;CASE 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 2 May, while I was about to get outta the house, around 0635AM. I slipped and fell not knowing that the damn floor was wet. It was all my maid's doing, and shit it! She didn't apologise. I'm went like, "Huff! Puff!" and I limped outta the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gee, life was great before I got bruised all over. But still, life's still normal even though I'm bruised all over, just that I'm a little externally handicapped. Hahahhah, perhaps I'll get knocked down by a car the next time. But still, I don't have any suicide tendencies. And if I were really dead, I'll be thanking God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gawd! The opening of the show "The Omen" is near. It'll be screening on the &lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Jun&lt;/strong&gt;e 200&lt;b&gt;6&lt;/b&gt;. I'm not anti-christ nor satanic. Doesn't mean people who catches that show is anti-christ or satanic. People are blabbering those words at the corner of their mouth without any thought of it. Life's like that. And 'that' is shit. Though sometimes it's lovely, it'll still be called a lovely piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! I'm down with the invasion of the sneezes once again. I can't stop sneezing. Well, though the exams are on now, but I've been so hungry for movies lately. Watched, 'When Stranger Calls' and 'The Wild'. 'The Wild' was damn hilarious and lil kiddo too. But 'When Stranger Calls' is not really a nice show though, it's too draggy and there's no ghostly scenes at all. It's just a man, who hides himself somewhere in this really grand house, and makes prank calls to this new baby-sitter. And attempts to kill her etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit! It's literature tomorrow. 'Animal Farm' is driving me ccccccccccrazy! I can't seem to get anything inside my brains. I'll call for help from.. twinkle friend! Hahahahah, nah. Off to my sleazy mugging days. Oh dddddddddreads!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114657089296824544?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114657089296824544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114657089296824544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114657089296824544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114657089296824544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-was-fun-not-having-any-worries-of.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114622926294336467</id><published>2006-04-28T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T06:01:02.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chinese exam was typical today. But I just didn't finish checking those chinese words which I'm totally clueless about, from the dictionary. Bummer! But I managed to finish! Hahahha. To me, it's like finally?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, and we crazed over at Sarah's house after school again, today. Sorry sweetheart! We messed up your house again. I prayed for it to rain today, actually almost everyday. And indeed, God answered my prayer! It rained every single day! We watched 'Premonition' today. A horror flick. This time, JHAKS watched it together. Aww, hahahah, how sugary! When the television showed the scene of a girl whose face has a hole, April shouted. And I was freaked out by her &lt;i&gt;{April}&lt;/i&gt;, and so, I shouted. Hahhaha. Then, everyone got scared too, because April shouted. But it was hell hilarious. I hoped everyone enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're about ta go home, it rained! Holy shit, it rained! Was damn happy, 'cause I love rainy days, especially its chilly temperature. Smok-ein!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three peaceful days, without the thought of torturing exams which was heavily laden on me previously, for the past two days. But still, I have to mug real hard, if only I had the motivation to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenzi, Royston and I are in a group conversation right now. Hahahah, the many craps we're talking are unbelievably ridiculous and f-cking hilarious! But the conversation's too long, if it isn't, I'd have copied it right here. Hahaha! Oh ya! I had banana for breakfast today. Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can't believe you're sucha..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside your feeble brain there's probably a whore.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't shut your mouth you're gonna feel the floor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114622926294336467?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114622926294336467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114622926294336467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114622926294336467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114622926294336467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/04/chinese-exam-was-typical-today.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114613573027536947</id><published>2006-04-27T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T04:02:10.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm like watching 'Ghost Ship' alone by myself now. Okay, I'll blog fast. I know I'm unable to blog when I get home. 'Cause I'm still at Sarah's house. April went home, aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Minutes later..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh done! I'm back! The show just ended. Yep! Oh gee, Kenzi, Sarah and April were all damn crazy today. We all decided to get down to the studying mood in Sarah's house. But we were all playing and fooling around. Yes, that's always our usual selves. If we were to study in someone's house, that would be a total miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After April went home, we bought back our snacks. But it didn't really seemed much like snacks to us. Next, we went back to Sarah's house. And ate, after that, Sarah had ta cook macaroni for dinner. Just for her brother and sister. Oh my gawd! How sweet right? Hahahah. Kenzi helped too. But I continued watching the movie. 'Cause they've caught that show before. So yea, I watched alone. Can you believe it? But I hate the f-cking end. How I wish I could change it. Hahahah, anyhow, her house's a havoc. Oh ya! I almost forgotten while I was watching something happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah:&lt;/strong&gt; Are you bored? Watching the show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;{Kept silent, didn't bother!}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah:&lt;/strong&gt; If you're bored, you can dial the twinkle friend hotline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;{Looked around!}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Sarah and Kenzi started laughing. So I laughed too. I'm slow at stuffs. Yea I know, I know. And I signed in my hotmail account. But something f-cking happened. They invaded my account. Used it ta disturb certain people. Like what the f-ck? Hahah, we pushed and kicked one another. Sorta like fighting for that one pathetic computer. But yea, everything's solved. &lt;strong&gt;April doesn't like Manfred, Sarah doesn't like Manfred and I don't like Manfred either.&lt;/strong&gt; Sorry for those crude stuffs which we  wrote on MSN. Our apologies, by the way, we're just fooling around. Don't take our nonsense too seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gawd! Oh my gawd! Chinese tomorrow. {SCREAMS!} Darn! I f-cking hate chinese. Okay, gotta study the chinese dictionary now. &lt;i&gt;Not!&lt;/i&gt; Hey people! Remember ta bring along your chinese/malay/tamil dictionary. Or you'll go nuts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114613573027536947?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114613573027536947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114613573027536947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114613573027536947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114613573027536947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-like-watching-ghost-ship-alone-by.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114605153921817543</id><published>2006-04-26T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T04:44:11.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was like the busiest day of my life. Stayed back ta study, with Sarah and April. Kenzi and Joan went home. Damn it! Anyway, during our so-called art period. Samson showed Sarah and I somewhat video. It's about girls who wear tubes, and they get their tubes pulled down by certain guys on the streets. And someone would be video taping it. How - is that? Ahahah, but I'm not a sex maniac though. But it's illegal. You could see their -. Sheesh! Next, I showed Joan, the video, and Kenzi and April went over ta see it too. When will we ever grow up? Tsk! Hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh fiddle sticks! It rained today! How nice is that? Ahahah, feel the breeze my friends, feel the breeze. I got caught in the drizzle today. Tsk! It was all Sarah's fault! Hahahah, she made me walk one big round, knowing that I was stupid enough, not to realize it! Rufffffffffff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED HELP IN MATH! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME. AND OH YEA, I TOTALLY FORGOTTEN THE STRUCTURE OF LETTER-WRITING! ANY HELP HERE?&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH F-CKS! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU ALWAYS RUIN EVERYTHING. HOW MEAN CAN YOU GET DUDE? DAMN LIAR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114605153921817543?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114605153921817543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114605153921817543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114605153921817543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114605153921817543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-was-like-busiest-day-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114596713846740558</id><published>2006-04-25T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T05:20:50.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got back from.. school, then Causeway. Followed Jin Wan and the others ta Macs. Jin Wan and I laughed our ugly asses off. They were like really hungry. So, I followed 'em ta get some burgers and fries. And I ended up eating my stomach out. Gee, and right now, I'm down with an absolutely bloaty tummy. I guess my dinner would be delayed sooner or later. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that my hair's kinda long at the back. I want it shorter, I think. And, the hair on my sides have a huge difference in length. It's either the left is longer than the right. Or the right is longer than the left. Okay, I'm puzzled. Oh! Oh! Oh! I just realized that more guys're getting the mohawk hairstyle. It's becoming like a disease ya know? You see something, you like it, you do it! Hahahha, yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh! Certain guys are mean, nasty and everything, but of course they're something. Well, you know, girls can always live without guys. It's not like they're your blood and bones or your brain and heart. They just come and go. And when they get bored of you, they'll ignore you and such. So what if you get ditched or something? Or turned brain-dead just because this particular guy adores this really special girl in his eyes, but not you. Well, think again and move on! I'm not just applying this to guys, but to certain girls too. And of course, if a person really loves you, no matter how ugly you get, even having a disfigured face, broken torso, ribs, arms whatever. They'll love you for who you are. But of course, times have changed, and almost everyone goes for looks, to the extent that they don't even give a damn if he or she has a nasty character. Many a times, people, are seriously bewitched by the surface of people's appearance, that even if they're conned and such, they wouldn't notice. Tsk! And girls, if you can't find the right guy. Don't bother looking for it. 'Cause it's just a waste of time. If they're the right ones, they'll naturally come to you. And guys, don't flirt around, just because you have that charm in everyone's eyes. Stop trying to be a saint in every girl's damn face. You'll get your di-k striked by bolts of lightning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess, it's more like a discimination here than a post. I'm beginning to sound much more like a critic. Oh geeeeeeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gonna do some 'Yellow Ribbon Project' stuffs with my mates, then perhaps off to some science revision. If I'm up to it. I totally wrecked everything today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wreckage(s):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;The forgotten-ed..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thermometer.&lt;br /&gt;2. Locker key. &lt;em&gt;{Can't get any books for the day!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;3. Math textbook and exercise book.&lt;br /&gt;4. My wallet. &lt;em&gt;{The round one!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;5. English file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody, liquidate me please! Oh wait! Kenzi's unwell today. The sneezy germs invaded her once again. Therefore she had to stay together with her packs of tissue napkins. Oh dear! I hope you'll get well as fast as possible. 'Cause the terror days are just a day away. Remember! Stop drinking silly cold stuffs like Ribena, or I'll whack your pretty butts off your body. Hahaha. Sarah and I drew on one another's arms. And next, I went ta drew on Kenzi and April's arms. How nice! Joan shunned. Rufffffff! Long post, but it's done here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;TEEHEEHEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114596713846740558?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114596713846740558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114596713846740558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114596713846740558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114596713846740558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-got-back-from.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114587272321849721</id><published>2006-04-24T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T04:03:24.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh golly! It's raining now! Eeeeha! Totally love rainy days. {LOOKS OUT THE WINDOW!} Oh gawd! Today was crazy. Everything's a mess. Right, it's kinda like a low-tide day for me. I had a bad day. Feeling low and what not. Butbutbut, I hid my tail in my hair, just like what Anthea suggested. And everyone went, "Oh my gawd! Xiao Wei, where's your tail?!" And I was like, "I hid it, you can't see!" And they wanted to touch my hair to find my tail, but I screamed. So yea, their hands were off! Hahhahaha. Thanks Anthea! {BIG SMILES!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science New South Wales tomorrow chups! I don't think there's a need to study right? Hahah. English Papers are on Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys! &lt;i&gt;{Sarah, April and Yi Jun}&lt;/i&gt; For heading home first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;TO BE UPDATED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strike&gt;27 April&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; } Thursday&lt;br /&gt;English Paper I } 0815 - 1000&lt;br /&gt;English Paper II } 1045 - 1225&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;__________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;28 April&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; } Friday&lt;br /&gt;Mother Tongue Paper I } 0800 - 1000&lt;br /&gt;Mother Tongue Paper II } 1045 - 1225&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;__________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 May&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; }Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;English Literature I } 0800 - 0930&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;__________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;4 May&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; } Thursday&lt;br /&gt;History } 0800 - 0930&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;__________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;5 May&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; } Friday&lt;br /&gt;Math Paper I } 0800 - 0900&lt;br /&gt;Math Paper II } 1000 - 1115&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;__________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;8 May&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; } Monday&lt;br /&gt;Science } 0800 - 0945&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;__________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;9 May&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; } Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Home Economics } 0800 - 0900&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;__________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great! School's out for all Secondary two Express students from 10 to 15 of May! But certain classes have ta be back on 16 May, though it's a marking day. 'Cause Mr. Lee and the other teachers have ta brief us on the coming Malacca Trip! Oh my gawd! Oh my gawd! Oh my gawd! I can't wait for the Malacca trip. Hahaha, we'll have a hella fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114587272321849721?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114587272321849721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114587272321849721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114587272321849721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114587272321849721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/04/oh-golly-its-raining-now-eeeeha.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114567397206689300</id><published>2006-04-22T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T19:46:12.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you could say goodbye just like that, it means you don't even treasure and you're obviously  not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Anonymous(es)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gee, these kinda stuffs are just, you know, they come and go. Like people said, lose the false ones, and treasure the real ones. &lt;b&gt;You&lt;/b&gt; were the one who mentioned &lt;b&gt;"goodbye"&lt;/b&gt;. It wasn't me. If that's what ya want, then you know. That's it. 'Cause there's no point forcing you. And I'm no forcing-type. Plus, I wouldn't even want ta force ya at all. It makes no sense man. 'Cause I'm sucha busybody right? Tryin' hard ta help you, but you don't appreciate at all. &lt;u&gt;Why was I so dumb to have cared for you huh?&lt;/u&gt; I won't be the next time, 'cause that's what you've asked for. Goodbye too!&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shutters! Cold noodles once again! They make me faint, gross! I wonder why every single meal would be cold. Hahahah, could my house be refrigerated?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114567397206689300?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114567397206689300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114567397206689300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114567397206689300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114567397206689300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/04/if-you-could-say-goodbye-just-like.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114562420238778584</id><published>2006-04-21T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T05:56:42.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An exclusive screening of what happened today, was made up of piles of shits. Yes, I mean dirty, filthy shits. But it ended sweet, for many of us. &lt;i&gt;I think.&lt;/i&gt; We don't wanna rake up the shits that happened. 'Cause it's like a total waste of time, I guess my girlfriends agrees. I'm sucha fool to help huh? Well, I shouldn't be helpful next time. Perhaps, if some other stuffs happen next time, should I say, "That's your problem! Go to hell dickhead!" Okay, I won't be that mean. I'll just you know, follow what the crowd said. Yep! I'm sucha nose-poker today. Don't worry! I won't be next time! I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after those shits. It's party time. Hahahah, right. Not really party, but just crazed around at Hut's with my lovely sugar treats. I loved them to death. Yes, after every tales, there's always a nice ending. Well, though I'd prefer sad endings, like torture and stuffs. But well, the taste of sweetness, of a happy ending once in a while wouldn't be sucha bad idea though! Love you guys soooo much more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still down with three abnormal kinda tummy pains. I hurts so damn badly when I walked around. And yes, I think I just flung my NAPFA test. It was wayyyy, f-cked up!&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fivesome:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;It's been ages since we've gone out in fives. I'm like so damn glad that we're all back in a piece once again. I hope nothing would break us all up again. Not even hurricanes, tsunamis or even unnecessary quarrels. You guys are the sweetest stuffs. Now that we're back again, I hope that we'll start anew, like before. And realize how childish we used to be. And also forget those damn stuffs, that hurt us all. I'm sorry for the tears, I'm sorry for the pain that I've caused. But I'm really happy that we could reconcile once again!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;All:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Though the five of us hangs out together, but we'll still be friends like always. We'll go insane like we used to and stuffs, right Jin Wan and Mas? I hope my b-obs are still intact. Hahaha! And everyone too. Love y'all! {BEAMS!}&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114562420238778584?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114562420238778584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114562420238778584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114562420238778584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114562420238778584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/04/exclusive-screening-of-what-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114558005784910261</id><published>2006-04-21T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T17:47:16.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Golly! I have school later, just to take some sorta exercise test. NAPFA or NAFA, whatever! Right, I didn't go to school yesterday, don't ask. It's horrible. I felt like I've slept in the coffin for ages. And my bones were all stiff. I hope I'm better today. I don't know if I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I totally agree with Kenzi. I used ta go to church and everything. But I decided ta stop for a mean period of time. Sometimes I see the stuffs which people who calls 'emself christians, do. Are they even setting the right example for non-believers to follow? Hell no, well, perhaps a partial of 'em. Anyhow, though all men sin, even christians, but they have been taught of the ten commandments and other prophecies in the holy bible and such, people who calls 'emself christians should follow, and not go against it or whatsoever! Calling 'emself christians when everything they're doing are the opposites of the ten commandments and also what christians should follow in the bible? Well, this makes me wanna laugh dude! But then again, all these stuffs which people who calls 'emself christians, does and all the holy shits they're spreading, are total craps. When I mean spreading, it means to disseminate rumours or gossips or maybe some other shits. Well, I don't discriminate those people who calls 'emself christians, but are doing the right stuffs. But seriously, looking at a non-believer aspect, I don't think they'd wanna become christians when they see all the shits you've done. You've disgraced the holy crowd. But then, it makes me wanna wring necks! When christians who do the right stuffs get criticized, insulted, spat on! Just because of certain moles out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite sure that Jesus didn't do all that shit neither did God taught us all that.&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, life sucks once in a while, so does school. But well, certain guys suck too. Utter jerks! Girls can be better off without guys. So what if you own a di-k, it doesn't make you look any better nor being well-liked. It appears to me that, some wolves are pretending to be nice. While some sheeps are vulnerable. But well, sheeps aren't any better either. Tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature calls! For school. &lt;i&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll update ya tags later sweets!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114558005784910261?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114558005784910261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114558005784910261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114558005784910261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114558005784910261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/04/golly-i-have-school-later-just-to-take.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114535848239574918</id><published>2006-04-18T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T04:14:44.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh hello? Is my hair really that long? I mean why'd I have to tie it up? Man, the purpose of this haircut is not to tie! Pathetic! Nevermind that, but I guess I'll go get another haircut! And I'd better get it fast! I wanna cut - at the sides. But I'm afraid it'll turn out freaky. And everyone would just flee at the sight of my monstrous hair, if that's what they think. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went ta Pizzahut with Jin Wan, Yi Jun, Sarah and Deborah yesterday! We laughed our ass(es) off. And we looked awfully terrible and embarrassed especially when people were continuously staring at our laughing ass(es)! We were all sorta like honking! Ahaha. I spilled some of the soup on the floor. And Jin Wan had helped ta clean it up, so did I. But, I mean, I was &lt;strong&gt;mean&lt;/strong&gt;! I messed everything up! But still, I hope everyone enjoyed the fun-filled jokes. Oooooh, stink-aye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pouring, sorta heavily, but I was strucked by the little admiration for rainy days. I wish it'd rain everyday. Yes, and it'll be all gloomy and dark. Just like Earth without any sun rays. Wouldn't it be nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenzi and I went ta Joan house after almost everything? &lt;i&gt;I guess.&lt;/i&gt; Yep, and Joan couldn't turn up for her dance practice this week. So Kenzi had to show her the steps. And I just stood there watching. Oh bored! Hahaha. After that, Kenzi had to return home. So I went along too. Joan sent me to the bus-stop. Oh how sweet! And yes, I saw Ling Hui, Yi Shuang etc. So I just sat with 'em in bus. They were laughing but I was dazing into wide open spaces. Oh golly, I wasn't really myself today. {SLAPS!}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114535848239574918?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114535848239574918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114535848239574918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114535848239574918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114535848239574918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/04/oh-hello-is-my-hair-really-that-long-i.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114507770996779538</id><published>2006-04-15T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T22:08:29.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh f-cks! Yesterday, my aunt broke my figurine, it was a Nightmare Before Christmas figurine, given by Hou Yee. And yes, I loved it alot! Was really sad. Before I knew that my figurine was broken, I was feeling low, and next, my aunt brought the broken pieces of the figurine in my room, I felt more horrible than before! I was shocked, and she didn't apologise either! Darn! I felt really really low, and next, I buzzed Kenzi. She was outside. Hahaha, yesyesyes! I told her that my tides are low, figurine's broken etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; My aunt broke my Nightmare Before Christmas figurine, and she didn't apologise. {SNIFFS!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kenny:&lt;/strong&gt; Uhhhh! How could she do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I took a picture of the broken pieces, and I'm looking at the picture, tearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kenny:&lt;/strong&gt; You sound like you're mourning for the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yes I am, it's dead. {SNIFFS!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;..and there was silence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hid in my room all day long yesterday, 'cause there were many visitors at my house. They were talking really loudly, and I hated it. My mom didn't cared at all. The cause of my broken figurine would be that, my lil brother sneaked into my room, grabbed my figurine, which he thinks it's nice, put it somewhere outside, and next my aunt broke it. It's a tragedy! Ugh, I loved it alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated the sound of old folks blabbering loudly outside my room, as if they were having an auction or something. I blasted my music loudly, and yes, it cured all unnecessary loud spoken voices around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's gone out! Except for me, oh dear! I've got nothing ta do. It's boring, really really boring. And yuck, I hate veggies right now, but I still eat salad. Excluding salad, I don't really like the other veggies. Eww! They make my brains rot.&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben broke/hurt his feet. Yes, and he can't really move about properly. Get well soon! And oh yes Mabel! Cheer up sweets, as you move along, you'll lose the false ones, but keep the true ones!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114507770996779538?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114507770996779538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114507770996779538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114507770996779538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114507770996779538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/04/oh-f-cks-yesterday-my-aunt-broke-my_15.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114492676141645250</id><published>2006-04-13T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T05:12:14.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally! I was able to get online. Shan found the modem, I guess he was too desperate for online games. And well, my english and chinese oral didn't went smoothly. It was totally like poo in the bowl. Yes, totally! And I can't wait for the May's Malacca Trip! Oh yesyesyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help but complain about Mr. Andy Lee! Damn, this folk is real hard to tackle with. It's like, my hair's already so damn short, and he f-cking wants me ta tie it up. I was fuming. Deborah too. But still, I had to tie it up, and it looked like some shit. And during one of the day's science lesson, we started on a new exciting chapter, which I suppose everyone above fourteen would know. And Miss Chan sat right beside me, and she was like, "Where'd you get your haircut?" I shaked my shoulders and pretended I knew nothing. And she was like touching me? She practically touched my earlobes and stuffs. In my mind I was like, "What's wrong with her?" Oh yes, she can't keep her hands to herself. Chill went down my spines! Grrrrruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Sean sat in front of me, and Zach and Khai sat in front of him. And whenever I asked Zach something, Sean would think that I'm asking him something. He'll either go, "Huh?" or answer my question with a fuzzy look. Hahahha, then I was like, "Err, okay." But Khai was totally insane today. For the past one year, I have never seen him so wild. And today, or perhaps this year, he's like gone mad. Jin Wan and I were both laughing. I feel like I'm in a zoo whenever someone cracks a joke around the region where I'm sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right, my lil brother is playing with his turtle's food. And yuck, I guess he ate some? Eww Gross! He's just like tarzan. Always bites on stuffs that he's curious with. Though people always compliment that he's cute, but only to a certain extend that is. Tsk! tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm really weird if you'd notice carefully.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet raptured light, it ends here tonight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;__________&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I linger in the doorway.&lt;br /&gt;Of alarm clock screaming monsters calling my name.&lt;br /&gt;Let me stay.&lt;br /&gt;Where the wind will whisper to me.&lt;br /&gt;Where the raindrops as they're falling tell a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say I'm out of touch.&lt;br /&gt;With this rampant chaos - your reality.&lt;br /&gt;I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge.&lt;br /&gt;The nightmare I built my own world to escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming.&lt;br /&gt;Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights.&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I long for the deep sleep dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;The goddess of imaginary light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114492676141645250?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114492676141645250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114492676141645250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114492676141645250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114492676141645250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/04/finally-i-was-able-to-get-online.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114456955452259991</id><published>2006-04-09T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T00:59:14.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I &lt;b&gt;guess&lt;/b&gt; I won't be online or so, that often. Most probably and definitely because of my game-brained brother. Darn! Was out with Kenzi yesterday. We watched "Dorm", it was absolutely touching. Basically though it says it's a horror flick, but it's based mostly on friendship with a ghost and stuffs. Totally pathetic. It really is touching. Just forget all about the ghosts and such, if you're catching it, 'cause that's just a twist of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was totally typical, and boring of course. I didn't know what to get for dinner, so I decide ta get some salad stuffs at Cold Storage. And I ate salad for dinner! Ahaha. 'Cause everyone were out. I got back around like eleven plus? Kenzi wanted to come to my house. But f-ck, I forgotten ta bring the housekey to my main door. Damn. And we sat and talked around my house. Boring. Then, Kenzi got back home, and I went back too. Everyone was sleeping when I was back. Ate salad at around one in the morning, hahaha. I know it's nonsensical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's in tomorrow. And I still have a page of chinese composition ta rush on. Boring. Hands are stiff again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114456955452259991?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114456955452259991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114456955452259991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114456955452259991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114456955452259991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-guess-i-wont-be-online-or-so-that.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114439727410021227</id><published>2006-04-07T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T01:13:18.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kenzi's currently at my house now. Yep, ahahah. We were planning to go for a movie marathon today. Butbutbut, I don't have enough cash &lt;b&gt;to eat&lt;/b&gt;, but all the movies we watch'll be free. And what's more, my mom wants me ta be outta the house tomorrow, 'cause not a soul'll be home. And I'll be the only soul lingering round my house, and she thinks it isn't safe. So yea, she wants me ta be out. So perhaps Kenzi and I will change our movie marathon to tomorrow. Maybe we'll be cooking some stuffs over at my house. Hope I'll burn my kitchen down, 'cause it looks all yucky. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew cobwebs and spiders on my hands and fingers today. It's a little painful. School was boring today. And I couldn't stop my hands from fiddling about. And so, I drew over my hands. Hahaha. I've just submitted a blog layout. Featuring "My Chemical Romance". Boring, somehow matches the same design as my current blog layout. {JITTERS!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenzi and I're off to LJS now! Someone tell me where ta go tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114439727410021227?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114439727410021227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114439727410021227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114439727410021227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114439727410021227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/04/kenzis-currently-at-my-house-now.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114431216902345870</id><published>2006-04-06T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T01:29:29.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's execrably boring! And I wished I would just try a little more to reach out for my homework and grab a pen to finish everything. But it's just not working. I'm obviously too lazy and tired to do so. Nothing great actually happened today. Miss Foo came, right, and today we saw the soft side of her. She was smiling all the way, and I freaked out. Had to hide my tail as usual. Really pity that tail of mine. Pulled my socks all the way up, and it dropped down again. And I didn't gave a hack about it. Couldn't be bothered! Hahaha. She taught as math. It was quite nice of her actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday tomorrow! {SLAPS FOREHEAD!} I almost wish that our school would just let us off, for a day including ever single week. 'Cause I detest chapel lessons and also, there's only two hours of lessons. Darn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that when 'pwiieple tokx lykkez tiish', how could they even pronounce it? It's amazing that the world's advancing, and seems like more people are trying to change the spelling of the words, which seem to them that it's cool and what not. Example, the one above which I just mentioned. Hahahaha. Right, incredible!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114431216902345870?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114431216902345870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114431216902345870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114431216902345870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114431216902345870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-execrably-boring-and-i-wished-i.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114423275390728929</id><published>2006-04-05T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T03:25:53.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn it! I'm still trying to get into Cat Chat, and obviously, that freaking thing has loaded for more than an hour. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presentation went smooth today. Yep, and we were somehow lost, but teacher said it was okay. So I guess on average it really was. Right, and damn, we had our 2.4KM run today. It totally sucked. Especially when it stank when perspiration invaded us. Yuck. I was burnt!&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undead.. and still suffering, always suffering.&lt;br /&gt;Wooden stake, come, impale my heart. - Be driven throught this ancient heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Holy water, heal my wounds!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has now changed sides. - Walking through the garden of the darkest night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The tear of the devil shed a light upon my heart;&lt;br /&gt;but unfaithful, sneaking eyes betrayed my soul, befouled the dark.&lt;br /&gt;Our night is sweet, never deceptive, or of treachery.&lt;br /&gt;The cruel light in the wake of dawn, is my true enemy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear my own fall. - The end of everything and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114423275390728929?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114423275390728929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114423275390728929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114423275390728929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114423275390728929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/04/damn-it-im-still-trying-to-get-into.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114414569424826241</id><published>2006-04-04T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T03:14:54.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sneezing again! Gosh, 'cause it was raining princesses and frogs, when Kenzi, Sarah and I wanted to get home. But when the rain got better, we sorta run all the way, from the front gate to the bus stop. And so, I walked most of the time, 'cause I didn't like running. I got drenched, soaked, like a sponge, including Sarah and Kenzi. It was freezing! Even right now. Sarah and Kenzi went their separate ways, and I had to stay at the bus stop, which obviously couldn't shade everyone. Definition - Everyone who're at the bus stop were definitely fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got onto the bus, it was definitely like an ice age. I was like, "Brr-rrrrrrr-rrrr!" and shivering. Damn, it was really cold. The meaniest thing was that, I had to take another bus to get home. Bummer! And I - sat under the air-con. I definitely fell into my grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had my bowl of cold noodle. Yuck! Everything's so darn cold. I wonder what's next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's math presentation for 'Jhaks' tomorrow. Ugh! I'll most probably be talking nonsense, 'cause that's what I normally do when I have ta present something, which I'm totally clueless about. And oh my - gawd! That Miss Foo, or that Foo thing, is coming to my class on Thursday. This is so not good. I better get everyone to arm themselves with forks and spoons. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rainy days are chilling to the bones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114414569424826241?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114414569424826241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114414569424826241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114414569424826241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114414569424826241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-sneezing-again-gosh-cause-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114406197775081572</id><published>2006-04-03T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T04:02:36.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was somehow a bad day! Teacher threatened to cut my rat tail off! Darn! I'll make him bald if he does that. Man, I hate to tie my hair. But it's all because of my rat tail, I have to tie it all up. And I love my tail, 'cause that's the longest hair among the black forest on my head. Hahaha, right. I'm sick of waxing my hair, it just doesn't stay firm after a period of time. It's annoying! Every morning, I have to wash my hair, just because whenever I wake up, it looks as if I had a horrible nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenzi, Joan and I stayed back after school to ask Mr. Kat for some guidance in our math homework. I had to finish my chinese letter-writing 'cause I didn't finish it during my weekends. And I swear that, that's the thing that I dislike doing the most! Including chinese composition. Mdm. Fong says that whenever we write either a letter or composition for school work or exams, we have to lie. Which is a very mean thing to do. And liars always have their butts burnt. Hahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept during history, it was sorta like an on-off kinda nap. Totally shit. I was damn tired today. I woke up at 0445AM, believe it or not! Man, fell into my grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone just lend me a solid wall, 'cause my head needs to be cracked, just for once. And once again! I wanna announce that I don't like that particular new guy in my class, called Sean! Puh-leaseeee people! get your brains working.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114406197775081572?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114406197775081572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114406197775081572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114406197775081572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114406197775081572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-was-somehow-bad-day-teacher.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114388259067010460</id><published>2006-04-01T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T01:42:47.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm still on Cat Chat, it's damn fun! Ahahha, everyone's like so open about their lives and all. They bitch about so much, join in too! It's fun seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy's like so damn crazy or was it a girl? Ahh, sticks, just take it that it's a bi-sexual. It's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He went like:&lt;/strong&gt; *sings* grab ur dick and double click for porn porn porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeatedly. Nah, some most of them are just bored, and they're mentioning that they'll surf porn 'cause of boredom. But in fact not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another occasion it was like that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jimmy:&lt;/strong&gt; i was on some website and they asked me if i wanted to have sex with them. they said since i was emo probally wanted 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raven:&lt;/strong&gt; wtf? that's fucked up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raven:&lt;/strong&gt; why the hell does it matter if you're emo or not?&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raven:&lt;/strong&gt; =S&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy:&lt;/strong&gt; i don't know&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raven:&lt;/strong&gt; lmao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahhaha, then somehow Jimmy blushed, and Raven was like, "Aww! So cute!" And she was like totally over him. Hahhahah. It was hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored, really really bored. Tsk! There's tons of stuffs happening! My my, I hope the world would come to an end. Then I'll be able to fly to Mars or Pluto. Right. I'm lazy to finish up my homework. My hands turned stiff. And my brains freezed. I need a sun bath. It's April Fools! Prank dayyyyyyy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114388259067010460?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114388259067010460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114388259067010460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114388259067010460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114388259067010460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-still-on-cat-chat-its-damn-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114379904201813754</id><published>2006-03-31T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T01:58:28.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone please help! I'm having a bad toothache! For goodness sake. It started like yesterday. Gosh! Madness! {Groans!} Ouchhhhhh! Ouch! Pain! My mom says, perhaps my wisdom tooth might be forcing it's way out. But I hope not, I hate dentists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Joan had ta go to Causeway to get her modern dance tank. So yep, her mom followed. Kenzi and I were like so busybody. Ahahahahha, 'cause we followed too! Ate LJS again! Joan's mom complained that it was too salty! Like, oh my gosh? But all of us were like, "No!" And she gave almost every single food on her plate to Joan. Tsk! Ahahhah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh fiddle sticks! The secondary two(s), from 2E1 to 2E4 onwards are gonna go on a trip to Malacca during May! I'm somewhat frenetic about it. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's YJ's birthday today! Hahahahha. Happy birthday ass! With many birthday punches. Hahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114379904201813754?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114379904201813754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114379904201813754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114379904201813754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114379904201813754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/03/someone-please-help-im-having-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114370852278349168</id><published>2006-03-30T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T00:51:47.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We had sports day today! But it was damn hot. All of us were almost like hams and beefs on sauce pans, cooking at above a hundred degrees Celsius. Hahahah! Yea, almost. In the end, Power house got the champion, but it's okay! Ahahah, 'cause I'm not even running. Whoops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was almostlike  a tragedy. Specifically, it was JHAKS, {Joan, Me, April, Kenzi and Sarah} we all teared. It was totally a bad day. All of us teared together. Oh why? Why? Gee, sorry to you-guys-know-who. Things shouldn't have turned out like that, but why. I'm totally lost at words whenever I think about this, 'cause I know I'm at fault too. Thinking back, my heart still tears. Selfishness has brought us misery. Still, no matter what, love you guys! It will and always be JHAKS. It's terrible! {Frowns!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that I'm using 800x600 resolution. So yep, sorry if y'all saw that ugly white column of patch there. Negligence! Sheesh. But I just re-setted my computer to 1024x768 resolution. Ahahaha, so yea. It's back to normal. But if you guys are using 800x600 resolution, maybe y'all could change to 1024x768 resolution, though everything would be smaller, but at least we'll able to see almost everything. Yepyepyep! Just realized!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hey! Kenzi, I know you're using 800x600 resolution. Heh heh, change you bitch! If you're using. But it's not necessary darl. I'll always be here. Talk to my ears! Though they're sound proof. Ahahaha! Okay, I'm just crapping!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114370852278349168?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114370852278349168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114370852278349168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114370852278349168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114370852278349168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/03/we-had-sports-day-today-but-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114353896989608253</id><published>2006-03-28T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T01:45:44.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh shit! Darn, can you believe it? I'm late for two times in a row! I was late yesterday and today! Like what the? Right, but was real happy! Uh, sort of I guess. 'Cause to me, I felt that I had a bad hair day once again! I guess it would most probably mean that I'm not used to my recent hairstyle. And I feel like it's soososooooo weird, and also soosooooooso fugly. 'Cause I get stares, and usually people who stare at me makes me feel that I'm tiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha, okay, what am I talking about? If you understand, well, thumbs up? But if you don't, go bang your head on the concrete wall. Hahahha, right, I was just crapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's equal, but why should &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABC(s)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; look down on &lt;strong&gt;XYZ(s)&lt;/strong&gt;? God provided us almost everything which He thinks we should own. By right, people shouldn't be jealous of those who're rich, sharp-witted, in the lime light or whatsoever. They should be contented with what they have. Though jealousy always meant one thing or another in different aspects. But even some people who're much impoverished and can't afford any meal, could be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why? Why is it that certain people could go to the extend of killing someone because of jealousy, or rather, an envious heart. In terms of relationship. While the others, swear and curse just because they can't get stuffs that they've long wanted whenever they see others who're rich, and can possibly afford almost everything from A to Z. The worst scenario would be, either killing others for something they want, or steal and abuse. Look, even though people who has everything they want, they can't possibly be happy. No one has ever brought stuffs into this world when they were born, and till death, neither can we bring stuffs to heaven nor hell. People are all given a life, so why not live life to the fullest and enjoy while we can, and also learn to see things in a positive manner. Rather than committing inevitable mistakes and hideous acts when they know they can prevent 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell the ones you love, that you love them. Show them that you care, for the end is near. &lt;em&gt;Believe it or not, it's all up to you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114353896989608253?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114353896989608253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114353896989608253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114353896989608253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114353896989608253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-shit-darn-can-you-believe-it-im.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114346505324962128</id><published>2006-03-27T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T05:10:53.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was late for school today! Totally not my day! It's just so upside down. Man, I wanted to hail a cab and I waited for almost like half and hour, and guess what? Someone snatched my cab! Damn it! That! that! that lady! Ughhhhhhh! Man, she's mean! Okay, I knew I was late, 'cause it was already like 0715AM! Andandand, I just took a bus to school. Ahahhaah, I took my time, 'cause I'm already late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, all of a sudden I had tummy cramps! I was like shucks? Why now? And the back gate was locked, so I wanted to get to school quick. And so I took the grassy path, my tummy was hurting too sharply. I stood there for like so long. Then when it got better, I walked slowly to the gate. Yea, I got caught for my damn socks. Was sent to the field, next, saw Alicia! Hahahha, tsktsk! {Looks at Alicia and pulls her hair!} Hahahahahahahhhaaaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I styled my hair today, didn't get caught. {Puzzled!} Had detention after school, darn! But Mr. Kat was damn nice today. He offered to tutor me. For my math that is. Andandand, he told Mr. Basri that he's using my detention time to tutor me! Oh yea! Ahahaha, incredible. At least, I get to learn something, but not slacking away. Yepyepyep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess how much I got for my latest class test? Tsk! It's just 2 over 30. Omg, nice! &lt;i&gt;Not!&lt;/i&gt; Did some of my corrections for today, 'cause of Mr. Kat. Right, he gave me a green pen! 'Cause I was pathetic and that I didn't owned one. Hahahha, he said I had to use my brush to write the three algebraic rules in my mouth, while I'm brushing my teeth, 'cause that's what he always does! And C.K was so mean. His hands was wet, and he snatched my paper. And in the end, it tore! Like ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, after everything. Got ta catch up some stuffs with Hou Yee. Well, just talking. Yep, it's been ages since we've ever had a good conversation. Walked to Causeway. Which was sorta like a very torturing thing! Ahahaha. Walked around aimlessly. Next, we ate LJS. Okay, hahah. And we were just catching up stuffs with one another. Sat at Cavana, and talked for ages, once again. And went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No homework for today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114346505324962128?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114346505324962128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114346505324962128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114346505324962128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114346505324962128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-was-late-for-school-today-totally.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114329945813637323</id><published>2006-03-25T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T07:10:58.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg! This is not a dream! I really had my hair all trimmed! Except for the center part. Yep. Kenzi accompanied me. Ohhhh! Ahaahaha, awesome. Yepyepyep. This is the one and only time I felt my head was so damn bare for the first time! I have a tail! Pelyn has it too! But Pelyn's one is much much longer and nicer! I didn't notice. } Slaps forehead! She webcam-ed and I saw. PwettiiEzX nEhZzzXxxx. ReAllii wOrxZzXxxXZzzzz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelyn's brainy! Ahahaha. Here's the proof:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pelyntan® says (10:50 PM):&lt;br /&gt;smart pelyn&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANTHEA DE TOU FA HEN HAO KAN NEHZXZXXXZZZZ. WO AI ANTHEA WORXZXXZZXXX.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114329945813637323?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114329945813637323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114329945813637323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114329945813637323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114329945813637323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/03/omg-this-is-not-dream-i-really-had-my.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114326801523976724</id><published>2006-03-25T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T22:26:55.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gee, I think I'm gonna have my haircut. Maybe, perhaps, hopefully! 'Cause it's gonna rain so damn heavily now. And my mom brought back another box of chocolates. Named 'Godiva'. Ahahaha, I guess this was the chocolate which the gods and divas eat, that's why it's called 'Godiva'. Hahahah, shit I'm crapping! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenzi is accompanying me ta go for a haircut, but hopefully, it doesn't rain. Or everything will go to the drain. Darn. I'm eating chocolates every single day. I'm growing fatter! Oh gosh! I don't wanna be a fat girl wannabe. Ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom wants me ta go to church with Shan and Eu Ginn. Which I don't really like. Hahaha. Yea! I'm not going. Bores me out sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114326801523976724?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114326801523976724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114326801523976724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114326801523976724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114326801523976724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/03/gee-i-think-im-gonna-have-my-haircut.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114318996188425685</id><published>2006-03-24T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T00:46:01.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahahaha! Finally! I passed Anthea her heart-shaped full of candies. Hope you like it! Had ta keep it mum for awhile, 'cause I wanted it to be a surprise! Hahaha, I love Anthea! She was real funny today. Couldn't stop laughing after I passed her the candies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm broke now, and I need a haircut badly. So badly! Ahahaha, only some people'll know what I'm babbling about. Crapppp! Okay, I stayed back and finish my math homework. Omg! I got a F9 for my latest math class test! Yay! I failed. I'm mental! Right, I know. But I knew it, I knew I'd get an F9 'cause of all the blanks I left, and I totally forgotten the concept of algebraic expressions! Damn it! That was the worst day ever. But still, I'm gonna work real hard, till my brains poop. Right, I promise. Hopefully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello? I didn't cry today! Omg, when did I cried in school today? Probably because I yawned. Tsktsk. Hahaha! Kenzi, probably he saw the wrong person. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mob! Mdm. Fong was crazy today. And shit, we had chinese spelling today. Plus, I forgotten ta do my corrections! Damn it! Then after a few mintues, Mdm. Fong called "Lew Xiao Wei!" I freaked out, 'cause I was doing some other stuffs. I bit my lips and walked to her, ahahha! She thrashed me, saying that I didn't complete my corrections. Right. So I had ta do it right beside her, on the floor. And some others got their book thrown onto the floor. Pheeeeeeeeee-oooh! }Looks at the many books flying pass! Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was okay by night, I mean my flu. But it came back today. Darn! I slept real late yesterday, almost dozed off during the grave chapel period. Shit, my eyes are closing already. Nightmares! } Loves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114318996188425685?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114318996188425685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114318996188425685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114318996188425685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114318996188425685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/03/ahahaha-finally-i-passed-anthea-her.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114310290609464336</id><published>2006-03-23T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T00:35:06.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just got back. Went to buy &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;, for &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;. Along with Abigail. Oh yea. We walked around and ate Long John. Tasty! Yepyepyep. And Omg! Anthea's like the nicest thing on earth! Yes she definitely is. I promise! AntHeA jiiE jiiE, w0 aii sii nii lErhXzzxXxzz lArrHZxxXxzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit! I've got some flu thing in my nose. I'm having flu! I kept sneezing. And everytime I sneeze it's as if I died once. Ahhh-chooooo! }Sniffs sniffs! Help people, I hate flu. I feel like plucking out my nose, and be nose-less till I've cured it. Smok-ein!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa stuffs happened today. One was especially freaky. Ahhhhhhh! I'm afraid to go to school tomorrow! But still I've ta pass &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;, to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;. I'll go to school, with packs of tissues in my bag. Hahaha! Nah, it'll be silly. Hope I'll get better by night. Pray hard Harry! Pray hard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114310290609464336?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114310290609464336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114310290609464336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114310290609464336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114310290609464336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-just-got-back.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114301538704351217</id><published>2006-03-22T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T00:16:27.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, great! This is like so damn great! I blogged, and I went to my friend's blog, 'cause he told me to leave him a long tag. And I was like "Okay!". And suddenly, the internet error script popped out! While I was on his site. I freaked out. Everything had to be closed down, immediately. Ughhhhhhhhhhh! I hate to type again and again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll just summarize everything. Had P.E lessons today. It was awful! Because of all the sweat and all. Mob, eww! Sticky and everything. Gross! I can't even take a shower! Hate P.E lessons the most! Mr. Lee thrashed the whole class today. Mdm. Fong was as usual. Trying to make us laugh till our asses fly off. She shifted me to a corner, like so isolated! Grrrrrrrr! I'm alone. }Frowns! Butbutbut, it's not a punishment, I didn't do anything bad. I promise. Ahahaha. Okay, that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenzi's sleeping right now! She has to wake up! She ought to wake upppppppp! But I know she's tired. Hope she won't eat me up or anything! Whoops!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114301538704351217?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114301538704351217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114301538704351217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114301538704351217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114301538704351217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/03/okay-great-this-is-like-so-damn-great.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114293489135170514</id><published>2006-03-21T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T02:48:49.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got back from rugby training. Today was damn awesome! Yepyepyep. Though it wasn't as great as last year's training with our beloved Mr. Rhys. Oh, I wonder how he's doing now. Everyone missed him dearly. Hahahaha, okay. Today was somewhat Indian teacher? Didn't get to know his name at all. Chubby! Just like &lt;b&gt;every&lt;/b&gt; rugby coach. He was almost bald, but he's pretty macho! Heh heh. We trained with the secondary ones. At first, they were all slow. But as the time went by, they picked up kinda fast. Andandand, everyone started having fun! The coach kept defining each and everyone as "cartoons". He was like "You all very cartoon huh!" And he went like "Ahaha!" Hahahaha, right. Maybe we're gonna have a friendly match with Northbrooks Secondary. Burn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's tons of homework! And I had a bad hair day today! Goshhhhhhhhh. I wish I was bald. Right. I just realized that there's &lt;b&gt;a&lt;/b&gt; pervertic guy in our level. Like gross? Pee-eww! Yesyesyes. Totally disgusting. Hahaha, but just beware! He looks pervertic too. It's obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dragged Genevieve to take a bus with me after rugby. She wanted to burn some calories by walking. And well, I didn't like walking! My toes complains to me! Everytime. Okay, crap. Hahaha, right. At first she was reluctant, but yea, we finally took a bus in the end. Ahaha! She's nice! But I guess I have to walk home with her tomorrow! Againnnnnnnnnnn. Poor legs, I'll turn into ashes one day. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthea was hyper today! Hahahaha. She seemed to me as if. Okay, I'm gonna get her -. Shhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andandand, suddenly some particular stuffs had taken a wrong turn! April knows what I'm talking about, I guess. Right, real sad. Sigh, if it's gonna be like that, then it's gonna be. }I talk like 'Larry' from "Veggie Tales". We can't do anything. }Pats on April's back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114293489135170514?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114293489135170514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114293489135170514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114293489135170514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114293489135170514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-got-back-from-rugby-training.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114283933042899240</id><published>2006-03-20T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T00:16:58.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got home like half an hour ago. Right, some of us had to stay back after school. Because of some math corrections, in our file. Joan was one of 'em. Kenzi had badminton. So yea, Kenzi went for badminton and I waited for Joan. While I was waiting for Joan. Mr. Kat was like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Kat: What are you doing here?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm waiting for her. }Points at Joan!&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Kat: Oh, you've got corrections you know? You wanna do or not?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh really?! Okayokay. }Shocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then, he went to get my file, in the staff room. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;When he got back..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Kat: Okay, here's your file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Took back the file, checked through.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello? Mr. Kat, there's no corrections.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Kat: Have have! }Squeaked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He flipped the pages, found no signs of corrections. I gave him the lame look. And he rolled eyes at me, like in a girlish manner. I kept laughing, yea and I was like "Oh my gosh!" }Shakes head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, and during math lesson Mr. Kat came in with another teacher. I think it's Miss Goh or whatsoever. Everyone was like "Hey! Xiao Wei she looks like you!" Okay, not everyone, &lt;b&gt;some&lt;/b&gt;. Especially the guys. I was fused, she doesn't even look one bit like me! And when we had to greet the teachers. Our class greeted "Good afternoon Mr. Kat and Xiao Wei no. 2!"&lt;br /&gt;I was like "Damn!" }Slaps forehead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Kat was kinda mad. He asked us to greet repeatedly. Right, mental. Okay, then CK and some other guys were calling me. Then I looked at them, and they looked at Miss Goh. And they looked back at me and then at Miss Goh once again. They kept repeating that action. Andandand, they were like "Actually doesn't even resemble what." 'Cause they got a closer look. So yea, I don't look like her at all. Even Sarah, Joan and Kenzi says I that we're world's apart. Hahaha, right, I wonder why people said that I look like her. Weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't finish my literature yesterday, andandand guess what? Anthea helped! Man, she's so darn nice! She still recalls the "Animal Farm" story, and she typed out whatever stuffs she recalled about chapter 5 and 6 in summarized form. Awesome! &lt;i&gt;Sorry to trouble you Anthea. My apologies!&lt;/i&gt; Ahaha, I love Anthea! sosooo much! Thanks Anthea! XiiE xiiE nii w0RzxXzZzzzzz! Wo aii sii niI lErHxz lArhZxxzzzZZ! Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's both Emily and Sze Ling's birthday today! {Not from Chr} Happy birthday guys! Love y'all chunks. With many birthday wishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S RUGBY TOMORROW! GOTTA REMEMBER! PEE-WEEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114283933042899240?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114283933042899240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114283933042899240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114283933042899240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114283933042899240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/03/got-home-like-half-hour-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331143.post-114274141477293126</id><published>2006-03-19T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T00:15:01.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right, I &lt;b&gt;had&lt;/b&gt; a blog previously. And this was my previous blog's layout. Didn't had time to design one, so I'll just use this particular one, temporarily, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are the status(es) of my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Literature:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="BORDER-RIGHT: gray 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: gray 1px solid; BACKGROUND: black; BORDER-LEFT: gray 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: gray 1px solid"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;NOT DONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ffffff;color:#000000;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Math:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="BORDER-RIGHT: gray 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: gray 1px solid; BACKGROUND: black; BORDER-LEFT: gray 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: gray 1px solid"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;NOT DONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;History:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="BORDER-RIGHT: gray 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: gray 1px solid; BACKGROUND: black; BORDER-LEFT: gray 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: gray 1px solid"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;DONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For literature, I didn't even bring back the book. Though I could search for the story online, and read it. I'll freeze at the sight of any particular suspicious homework-character. Right, nah, I can't possibly place my eyes right in front of the computer for hours just to read that shitty "Animal Farm", when I know my eyes will eventually rot, or worse, drop out. Yea, then it'll roll else where, and I'll.. &lt;i&gt;Stop!&lt;/i&gt; Right, my imaginations are running wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For math, ahaha! Needless to say, the school's so-called online system didn't even give specific instructions to us, on how we should do our homework. Most probably three-quarter of our class wouldn't even bother to do. Right, I did a weeny, but I frozed half-way. So dead! Andandand I'm not gonna do or continue. 'Cause I hate mathhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Historyyyyyyyyy! Right, I love history, sorta like a bible. Hahahaha. Okay, I did it. It's easy-peasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'm really gonna finish up my literature and have my eyeball rolling over the ground. Right, it's like so deaddddddddddd! So many chapters to accomplish. I'm dying. So burnt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24331143-114274141477293126?l=aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/feeds/114274141477293126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24331143&amp;postID=114274141477293126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114274141477293126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24331143/posts/default/114274141477293126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aself-mademonstercalledharry.blogspot.com/2006/03/right-i-had-blog-previously.html' title=''/><author><name>frozenindread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
