<?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-4859355310011619664</id><updated>2011-11-20T18:11:46.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get run over. 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type='html'>crying out for mercy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-3814783159561210372?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/3814783159561210372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=3814783159561210372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/3814783159561210372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/3814783159561210372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2011/08/crying-out-for-mercy.html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Goodnight, you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Goodnight, God! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Goodnight, world :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-1911163828054192900?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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type='html'>How can I know you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-7939483659158147168?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/7939483659158147168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=7939483659158147168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/7939483659158147168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/7939483659158147168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-can-i-know-you.html' title=''/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-6590484531293218455</id><published>2011-01-29T10:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T11:08:01.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It Time?</title><content type='html'>I'll be honest. One of the main reasons I stopped photography and let my interest wane was because of the lack of audience, mainly on Dev art. Many of my photos barely got any favourites, and marketing them was tiring. It was hard to sustain such an interest, not because my work received harsh criticism, but because it barely received any criticism, or even any attention at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On hindsight though, it seems a pretty pathetic reason. My total lack of determination and perseverance makes me ashamed of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I browsed through some of the works I'd submitted on aforementioned online community, and they still make me smile. With the correct guidance, and working with the correct people, perhaps this time will be different. And dyou know what? As long as I grow, use and hone this small talent and interest God has given me, it doesn't matter what the world thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go where You lead me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ACS(I) offers visual arts as a subject in Group 6. I am seriously considering taking this course to be a part of my IB diploma. Apart from all that I mentioned in this post, there is also a slight apprehension of diving into the artists' ocean. Many have been known to be sucked into the whirlpool, losing sight of the main Purpose and big picture, never to re-emerge again. QT just doubled in importance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-6590484531293218455?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/6590484531293218455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=6590484531293218455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/6590484531293218455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/6590484531293218455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2011/01/is-it-time.html' title='Is It Time?'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-8010971716880322993</id><published>2010-08-19T16:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T16:28:18.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams ):</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.cheezburger.com/completestore/2010/8/19/01b5d7db-741f-4078-aa78-9c05f3030c17.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Thank You God for bringing me this far. I CAN'T WAIT FOR PRELIMS TO BE OVER&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-8010971716880322993?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/8010971716880322993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=8010971716880322993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/8010971716880322993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/8010971716880322993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2010/08/exams.html' title='Exams ):'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-3253471309996274163</id><published>2010-07-24T10:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T10:27:19.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-its from long ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;My favourite hello,&lt;br /&gt;and my hardest goodbye.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-3253471309996274163?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/3253471309996274163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=3253471309996274163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/3253471309996274163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/3253471309996274163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2010/07/post-its-from-long-ago.html' title='Post-its from long ago'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-7889147115131987810</id><published>2010-06-26T06:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T06:40:53.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>His Promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Exodus 16:4 'Then the Lord said to Moses, 'I am going to rain bread from heaven for you.'&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-7889147115131987810?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/7889147115131987810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=7889147115131987810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/7889147115131987810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/7889147115131987810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2010/06/his-promise.html' title='His Promise'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-2851732661480523054</id><published>2010-06-22T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T19:28:33.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is where it begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 391px; height: 258px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4emxioUNI1qa9yjmo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So snuggly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come we only feel like sleeping when we don't have time to sleep ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you thought you had to keep this up&lt;br /&gt;All the work that you do&lt;br /&gt;So we think that you're good&lt;br /&gt;And you can't believe it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;All the walls you built up&lt;br /&gt;Are just glass on the outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let 'em fall down&lt;br /&gt;There's freedom waiting in the sound&lt;br /&gt;When you let your walls fall to the ground&lt;br /&gt;We're here now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where the healing begins, oh&lt;br /&gt;This is where the healing starts&lt;br /&gt;When you come to where you're broken within&lt;br /&gt;The light meets the dark&lt;br /&gt;The light meets the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to let your secrets out&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you hide&lt;br /&gt;Can come crashing through the door now&lt;br /&gt;But too scared to face all your fear&lt;br /&gt;So you hide but you find&lt;br /&gt;That the shame won't disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let it fall down&lt;br /&gt;There's freedom waiting in the sound&lt;br /&gt;When you let your walls fall to the ground&lt;br /&gt;We're here now&lt;br /&gt;We're here now, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where the healing begins, oh&lt;br /&gt;This is where the healing starts&lt;br /&gt;When you come to where you're broken within&lt;br /&gt;The light meets the dark&lt;br /&gt;The light meets the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparks will fly as grace collides&lt;br /&gt;With the dark inside of us&lt;br /&gt;So please don't fight&lt;br /&gt;This coming light&lt;br /&gt;Let this blood come cover us&lt;br /&gt;His blood can cover us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where the healing begins, oh&lt;br /&gt;This is where the healing starts&lt;br /&gt;When you come to where you're broken within&lt;br /&gt;The light meets the dark&lt;br /&gt;The light meets the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BFUHrXfuNU4"&gt;Listen! (:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very cool jump shots! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://beautyineverything.com/2615312011"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 359px; height: 264px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3164/2615312011_17b6c929eb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://beautyineverything.com/2983707616"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 359px; height: 264px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3144/2983707616_8a33e6f20d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna give them a go one day!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-2851732661480523054?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/2851732661480523054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=2851732661480523054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/2851732661480523054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/2851732661480523054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-where-it-begins.html' title='This is where it begins'/><author><name>zope</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3164/2615312011_17b6c929eb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859355310011619664.post-7464900114123941864</id><published>2010-04-10T14:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T14:11:47.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jump a little higher</title><content type='html'>zoe says:&lt;br /&gt; hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt; OH OH&lt;br /&gt; my friend [sihao] has a super cool status&lt;br /&gt; "with great power comes great current and resistance"&lt;br /&gt;Siyan says:&lt;br /&gt; hAHAHHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt; I GEDDIT&lt;br /&gt;zoe says:&lt;br /&gt; hehehehehe i was laughing like crazy&lt;br /&gt;Siyan says:&lt;br /&gt; sigh physics&lt;br /&gt; SIGH&lt;br /&gt;zoe says:&lt;br /&gt; hahahaa yeah&lt;br /&gt; WE'RE RESORTING TO PHYSICS JOKES!! ): ): ):&lt;br /&gt; WE'RE NERDS&lt;br /&gt;Siyan says:&lt;br /&gt; AHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt; rmb the qn i asked u last year before our physics paper&lt;br /&gt; the one abt ionisation&lt;br /&gt; then the mr electron mrs atom&lt;br /&gt;zoe says:&lt;br /&gt; hahahahaha yeah what was it again??&lt;br /&gt; hehe we should tell them to mr liu!!&lt;br /&gt;Siyan says:&lt;br /&gt; he'll kill us for such a retarded answer&lt;br /&gt; Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X rays cause ionisation. Explain what is ionisation, and describe its effect on living cells and tissues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siyan's answer: Mr Atom from good-town falls in love with Madam Electron of Eville. They get married and have lots of ion kids. Madam Electron is super evil so she influences her husband and children. The family goes on holiday and travels by train, which is a long narrow x ray. During the journey, the train loses control &amp; crashes into body tissues. The ion kids get scared and use the tissues to wipe their tears of fear. The tissues get infected by evil fluids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe responds as such: You forgot the Charge Monster, Yan! How else do you think Madame has enough power to execute the power of influence, noting that power refers to energy over time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; eh really&lt;br /&gt; SIGH!&lt;br /&gt;zoe says:&lt;br /&gt; we should write our own textbooks&lt;br /&gt; students prefer to study our answers&lt;br /&gt;Siyan says:&lt;br /&gt; HAHHAHA yeahhh we should have a dummy exam&lt;br /&gt; which everyone can pass! EXCEPT smart ppl(:&lt;br /&gt;zoe says:&lt;br /&gt; HAHAHA YEAH YEAH YEAH&lt;br /&gt; so only two classes will fail&lt;br /&gt;Siyan says:&lt;br /&gt; HAHAHHAHAHAHA OH MAN&lt;br /&gt;zoe says:&lt;br /&gt; hehehehe&lt;br /&gt; EHHHHH SS HOOOOOOWWWWW ):&lt;br /&gt; stupid assignment&lt;br /&gt; dunno how to do anything!!&lt;br /&gt;Siyan says:&lt;br /&gt; just use logic? hahahaha&lt;br /&gt; guess lor&lt;br /&gt; put some really funny answer&lt;br /&gt;zoe says:&lt;br /&gt; hahahaahaha&lt;br /&gt;Siyan says:&lt;br /&gt; what's the question&lt;br /&gt;zoe says:&lt;br /&gt; how is it useful to your understanding of the kashmir issue&lt;br /&gt;Siyan says:&lt;br /&gt; "it doesn't help me understand the kashmir issue at all".&lt;br /&gt; it is utterly. useless.&lt;br /&gt;zoe says:&lt;br /&gt; "because it is in english. i only speak chinese."&lt;br /&gt; HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Siyan says:&lt;br /&gt; HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt; then they'll see u got like C or smth for higher chinese&lt;br /&gt;zoe says:&lt;br /&gt; HAHAHAA&lt;br /&gt; very pro  &lt;br /&gt; C stands for very COOL at chinese&lt;br /&gt;Siyan says:&lt;br /&gt; A stands for ass.. B stands for bummer.&lt;br /&gt; haha i hope i can get C&lt;br /&gt; ie, PASS.&lt;br /&gt;zoe says:&lt;br /&gt; hahahahahahah&lt;br /&gt; yeah&lt;br /&gt; everyone wants to get a C!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Long before the war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-7464900114123941864?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/7464900114123941864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=7464900114123941864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/7464900114123941864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/7464900114123941864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2010/04/jump-little-higher.html' title='Jump a little higher'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-8306612085933987364</id><published>2010-04-06T15:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T15:04:40.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overflow</title><content type='html'>Sarah Gan points to Causeway Point &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Shopping Center&lt;/span&gt; and asks, "So that takes us to Malaysia?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We long for approval and definition. And while we're built for that need to draw us to God, we are quick to pass our heart to anyone who will complete, define or love us. But it's a porcelain heart for a reason—it wasn't meant to be passed around and treated carelessly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianitytoday.com/iyf/hottopics"&gt;Christianity Today (Youths)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hzb4SYSwmqo&amp;feature=related"&gt;Cry On My Shoulder- Overflow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-8306612085933987364?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/8306612085933987364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=8306612085933987364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/8306612085933987364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/8306612085933987364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2010/04/overflow.html' title='Overflow'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-3841981241760687644</id><published>2010-02-22T05:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T05:12:17.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hebrews 12:14</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Make every effort to live in peace with all men and to be holy; without holiness no one will see the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The things I forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-3841981241760687644?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/3841981241760687644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=3841981241760687644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/3841981241760687644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/3841981241760687644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2010/02/hebews-1214.html' title='Hebrews 12:14'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-451794390218435885</id><published>2010-02-12T22:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T22:26:11.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a haze, a stormy haze</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Stop saying that.&lt;br /&gt;One of these days, it just might come true.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-451794390218435885?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/451794390218435885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=451794390218435885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/451794390218435885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/451794390218435885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-haze-stormy-haze.html' title='In a haze, a stormy haze'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-5884352904354190537</id><published>2010-02-07T22:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T23:28:39.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>till the hurt is gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="249"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nt2kM0TsubU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nt2kM0TsubU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="249"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really get the story at first, but then when I did it was like whoa! Hahaha it made Dor cry too!&lt;br /&gt;Full screen! Maybe you'll get it faster than I did!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-5884352904354190537?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/5884352904354190537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=5884352904354190537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/5884352904354190537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/5884352904354190537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2010/02/till-hurt-is-gone.html' title='till the hurt is gone'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-4483653343847349776</id><published>2010-01-31T02:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T02:58:35.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the rain clouds are fountains</title><content type='html'>Don't lose heart&lt;br /&gt;Give the day a chance to start&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose faith&lt;br /&gt;Give the world a chance to say&lt;br /&gt;A word or two, my friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-4483653343847349776?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/4483653343847349776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=4483653343847349776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/4483653343847349776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/4483653343847349776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-rain-clouds-are-fountains.html' title='All the rain clouds are fountains'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-7411083954673348250</id><published>2010-01-29T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T23:57:18.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll awake to find</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:700%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for Yanyan who made me kaya bread and gave it to me for recess today out of randomness. YAY for kaya bread!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-7411083954673348250?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/7411083954673348250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=7411083954673348250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/7411083954673348250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/7411083954673348250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2010/01/ill-awake-to-find.html' title='I&apos;ll awake to find'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-3539353378140807950</id><published>2010-01-24T14:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T14:09:27.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the confidence I have</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;S: Do you have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;L: My hamster died... Do you?&lt;br /&gt;S: I wish I had a penguin!&lt;br /&gt;Z: Where would you keep it??&lt;br /&gt;S: In my bathtub with lots of ice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The next day-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: Zoe recorded our conversation yesterday you know!&lt;br /&gt;Z: Haha yeah I did.. I can recite it! "Do you have any pets?" "My hamster died..."&lt;br /&gt;L: Really?? My hamster died too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe Liyuan's super blur. I have awesome seat partners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Forgive me if I st-tutter&lt;br /&gt;From all of the clutter in my head&lt;br /&gt;Coz I could fall asleep in those eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-3539353378140807950?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/3539353378140807950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=3539353378140807950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/3539353378140807950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/3539353378140807950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-confidence-i-have.html' title='All the confidence I have'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-3884506538128401044</id><published>2009-12-31T09:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T09:49:48.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering You</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving yesterday was quite cool! I wanna share my testimony too! Waiting for the opportune moment heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tutor told me the results will be out on the &lt;u&gt;11 Jan&lt;/u&gt;. I think I'm quite apprehensive now. What if I didn't pass ): soighoguhougherg. Ahhhh it's okay! God is sovereign!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh! In a little over 12 hours' time it'll be a NEW YEAR! :D Happy new year!! 2010's gonna be awesome! I can just feel it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I know I'm filled to be emptied again&lt;br /&gt;This seed I've received I will sow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-3884506538128401044?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/3884506538128401044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=3884506538128401044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/3884506538128401044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/3884506538128401044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/12/remembering-you.html' title='Remembering You'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-2159061798725617615</id><published>2009-12-30T09:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T09:42:12.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So right now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size:280%;" &gt;Anyone know of a good pencil-box-buying place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-2159061798725617615?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/2159061798725617615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=2159061798725617615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/2159061798725617615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/2159061798725617615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-right-now.html' title='So right now'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-7938268428644753604</id><published>2009-12-28T05:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T05:59:02.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just dance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 374px; height: 296px;" src="http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs45/f/2009/062/c/3/Hitler_Mobile_by_Harlequin_Ink.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Credit: &lt;a href="http://harlequin-ink.deviantart.com/art/Hitler-Mobile-114810753"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGM! At 8am! Hope to go AMK to buy a new pencil box later. Can't believe I left mine at Desaru ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Always on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-7938268428644753604?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/7938268428644753604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=7938268428644753604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/7938268428644753604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/7938268428644753604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-dance.html' title='Just dance!'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-1753146058834378577</id><published>2009-12-23T08:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T08:42:28.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Far Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2 more days to Christmas!! Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... There's only &lt;u&gt;2 weeks&lt;/u&gt; till school opens and I have no more life.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;u&gt;six months&lt;/u&gt; till I'm oooooold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siyan says:&lt;br /&gt;*darnnn&lt;br /&gt;*D:&lt;br /&gt;*I wanna remain sec 3 ):&lt;br /&gt;*i tell you on my 16th birthday i'm gonna hide in my house&lt;br /&gt;*and IT'S SOON!!! D:&lt;br /&gt;zoe says:&lt;br /&gt;*hahahahahaaha!&lt;br /&gt;*6/2!&lt;br /&gt;*i remember :D&lt;br /&gt;Siyan says:&lt;br /&gt;*uh uh you better. hehehe but i don't wanna celebrate turning old&lt;br /&gt;*you know how OLD 16 sounds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be old! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOUTH CAMP! Dinner last night wasn't dinner without sitting on the bench/hill, or without the wind blowing the food everywhere ): And after dinner there was no awesome time of worship. And after showering there was no mid-night card games to look forward too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the bright side, CHRISTMAS! 2 DAYS LEFT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Heaven is the sound of her breathing deep,&lt;br /&gt;Lying on my chest, falling fast asleep while I sing&lt;br /&gt;And Heaven is the weight of her in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;Being there to keep her safe from harm while she dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-1753146058834378577?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/1753146058834378577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=1753146058834378577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/1753146058834378577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/1753146058834378577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/12/2-more-days-to-christmas-yay-but.html' title='Far Away'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-2761775172024758579</id><published>2009-12-18T05:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T06:20:30.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new muse!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;U&gt;Heaven Is The Face&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven is the face of a little girl&lt;br /&gt;With dark brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;That disappear when she smiles.&lt;br /&gt;Heaven is the place&lt;br /&gt;Where she calls my name&lt;br /&gt;Says, “Daddy please come play with me for awhile.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I know, it’s all of this and so much more,&lt;br /&gt;But God, You know, that this is what I’m aching for&lt;br /&gt;God, you know, I just can’t see beyond the door&lt;br /&gt;So right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven is the sound of her breathing deep,&lt;br /&gt;Lying on my chest, falling fast asleep while I sing&lt;br /&gt;And Heaven is the weight of her in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;Being there to keep her safe from harm while she dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God, I know, it’s all of this and so much more,&lt;br /&gt;But God, You know, that this is what I’m longing for&lt;br /&gt;God, you know, I just can’t see beyond the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in my mind’s eye I can see a place&lt;br /&gt;Where Your glory fills every empty space.&lt;br /&gt;All the cancer is gone,&lt;br /&gt;Every mouth is fed,&lt;br /&gt;And there’s no one left in the orphans’ bed.&lt;br /&gt;Every lonely heart finds their one true love,&lt;br /&gt;And there’s no more goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;And no more not enough,&lt;br /&gt;And there’s no more enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven is a sweet, maple syrup kiss&lt;br /&gt;And a thousand other little things I miss with her gone&lt;br /&gt;Heaven is the place where she takes my hand&lt;br /&gt;And leads me to You,&lt;br /&gt;And we both run into Your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, I know, it’s so much more than I can dream&lt;br /&gt;It’s far beyond anything I can conceive&lt;br /&gt;So God, You know, I’m trusting You until I see&lt;br /&gt;Heaven in the face of my little girl,&lt;br /&gt;Heaven in the face of my little girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nice, no? Sad, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lost his youngest (adopted) daughter in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steven_Curtis_Chapman#Death_of_youngest_daughter"&gt;a van accident&lt;/a&gt; when she was 5.&lt;br /&gt;Yay Brendan gave me 2 seasons of HIMYM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think. I think I'm being an idiot. How?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-2761775172024758579?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/2761775172024758579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=2761775172024758579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/2761775172024758579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/2761775172024758579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-new-muse.html' title='My new muse!'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-3271006761934779547</id><published>2009-12-17T06:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T07:04:37.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Really Want For Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="242"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PjMz0MmYejQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PjMz0MmYejQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="242"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A touching adoption-themed song by Steven Curtis Chapman&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-3271006761934779547?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/3271006761934779547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=3271006761934779547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/3271006761934779547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/3271006761934779547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-i-really-want-for-christmas-steven.html' title='All I Really Want For Christmas'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-5561215197920183848</id><published>2009-12-17T05:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T11:21:39.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sudden need to blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bugis tomorrrow!! :D Gym today!! :D I think dreamed about shopping last night. I'm even shopping in my sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 232px; height: 352px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs021.snc3/10837_203674693830_705793830_3148383_1257597_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes that's Mr Ong in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mr Ong, what are you doing?!"&lt;br /&gt;"Being in the photo, of course!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was uploading Cambodia photos and found &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other &lt;/span&gt;photos in it. I was seriously stumped; urging the computer to tell me how on earth those photos got there. They featured a bright, shiny green hairband (: I remember how they got there now hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:280%;" &gt;YOUTH CAMP IN 2 DAYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy went off to Bali yesterday. I'm all alooooooone! ): Have a safe, fun, non-dangerous, exciting, cautious, exhilarating trip, baby! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-5561215197920183848?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/5561215197920183848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=5561215197920183848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/5561215197920183848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/5561215197920183848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/12/sudden-need-to-blog.html' title='the sudden need to blog!'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-3290469815391767399</id><published>2009-11-10T05:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T05:39:50.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;We love because He first loved us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-1 John 4:19&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-3290469815391767399?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/3290469815391767399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=3290469815391767399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/3290469815391767399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/3290469815391767399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-forget.html' title='Don&apos;t forget'/><author><name>zope</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859355310011619664.post-2189524257804657170</id><published>2009-11-08T15:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T15:14:31.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 394px; height: 271px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/935778/tumblr_ksisskE3u61qzu8odo1_500_large.jpg?1257365643" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:68%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;http://www.tumblr.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"Hello there!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I still want my chocolate tissue prata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We'll be miles apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-2189524257804657170?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/2189524257804657170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=2189524257804657170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/2189524257804657170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/2189524257804657170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/11/two.html' title='Two'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-1024935721319470224</id><published>2009-10-26T16:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T05:42:47.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;center  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kidnap &lt;s&gt;my&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;s&gt;heart&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;grandma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-1024935721319470224?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/1024935721319470224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=1024935721319470224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/1024935721319470224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/1024935721319470224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-in-unexpected-places.html' title='Take me with you'/><author><name>zope</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859355310011619664.post-6896274617481458589</id><published>2009-10-26T05:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T05:27:32.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck In A Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs44/300W/i/2009/149/b/1/Bounty_and_Pepson_by_werner666.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Credit: &lt;a href="http://werner666.deviantart.com/"&gt;Johan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;You ought to know I do.&lt;br /&gt;I always have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-6896274617481458589?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/6896274617481458589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=6896274617481458589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/6896274617481458589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/6896274617481458589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/10/stuck-in-moment.html' title='Stuck In A Moment'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-2397575237545309419</id><published>2009-10-13T05:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T09:40:11.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Till the morning light</title><content type='html'>Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X rays cause ionisation. Explain what is ionisation, and describe its effect on living cells and tissues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siyan's answer: &lt;/span&gt;Mr Atom from good-town falls in love with Madam Electron of Eville. They get married and have lots of ion kids. Madam Electron is super evil so she influences her husband and children. The family goes on holiday and travels by train, which is a long narrow x ray. During the journey, the train loses control &amp;amp; crashes into body tissues. The ion kids get scared and use the tissues to wipe their tears of fear. The tissues get infected by evil fluids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zoe responds as such: &lt;/span&gt;You forgot the Charge Monster, Yan! How else do you think Madame has enough power to execute the power of influence, noting that power refers to energy over time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:250%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LAST PAPER TODAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Go ahead and ask me a question before 6am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-2397575237545309419?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/2397575237545309419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=2397575237545309419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/2397575237545309419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/2397575237545309419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/10/till-morning-light.html' title='Till the morning light'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-4754197675648751831</id><published>2009-10-08T14:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T05:50:38.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You, Me &amp; One Spotlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODAY I GUESSED THAT THAT ARTIFICIAL ISLAND IN DUBAI IS CALLED PALM ISLAND, AND HURRAH HURRAH! IT IS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe my dad just asked me "how to spell youtube?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You &amp;amp; me,&lt;br /&gt;Just like old times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;font-size:250%;"  &gt;5 more days left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-4754197675648751831?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/4754197675648751831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=4754197675648751831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/4754197675648751831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/4754197675648751831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-i-guessed-that-artificial-island.html' title='You, Me &amp; One Spotlight'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-186861465895474108</id><published>2009-10-07T16:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T16:17:48.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This could be the end of everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;DIE GEOG, DIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-size:78%; font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh simple thing, where have you gone?&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting old and I need something to rely on&lt;br /&gt;So tell me when you're gonna let me in&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired, and I need somewhere to begin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-186861465895474108?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/186861465895474108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=186861465895474108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/186861465895474108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/186861465895474108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-could-be-end-of-everything.html' title='This could be the end of everything'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-5677707186813876521</id><published>2009-09-29T19:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T19:40:15.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight, FM Static</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need your loving hands to come and pick me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And every night I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can just look up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and know the stars are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;holdin' you, holdin' you, holdin' you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-5677707186813876521?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/5677707186813876521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=5677707186813876521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/5677707186813876521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/5677707186813876521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/09/tonight-fm-static.html' title='Tonight, FM Static'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-4598886414940175490</id><published>2009-09-25T16:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T16:43:01.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fONHbjr-5oY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fONHbjr-5oY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old song, I know, I know. But I like this version!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;Till the morning light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first and last thing on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-4598886414940175490?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/4598886414940175490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=4598886414940175490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/4598886414940175490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/4598886414940175490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/09/some-way.html' title='Some Way'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-7164140346430519485</id><published>2009-09-18T20:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T20:37:50.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>option?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs43/300W/f/2009/120/2/b/Runaway_by_skryingbreath.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://skryingbreath.deviantart.com/art/Runaway-121022172"&gt;Runaway&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://skryingbreath.deviantart.com/"&gt;skryingbreath&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-7164140346430519485?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/7164140346430519485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=7164140346430519485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/7164140346430519485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/7164140346430519485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/09/option.html' title='option?'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-72900069349155974</id><published>2009-09-08T08:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T19:55:15.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chipmunk Who Could Beatbox</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fc00.deviantart.com/fs29/f/2009/248/5/e/Easily_amused_by_jollyjack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs29/300W/f/2009/248/5/e/Easily_amused_by_jollyjack.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jollyjack.deviantart.com/art/Easily-amused-136005785"&gt;copyright jollyjack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="184"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/THrpJSstWZ8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/THrpJSstWZ8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="184"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What're you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm doing the nighttime daytime! You want to play?"&lt;br /&gt;"No it's alright I've got an Xbox."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Heheh I'm so easily amused.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile like the sun&lt;br /&gt;Fall out of bed, sing like bird&lt;br /&gt;Dizzy in my head, spin like a record&lt;br /&gt;Crazy on a Sunday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me dance like a fool&lt;br /&gt;Forget how to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Shine like gold, buzz like a bee&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, you make me smile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-72900069349155974?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/72900069349155974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=72900069349155974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/72900069349155974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/72900069349155974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/09/chipmunk-who-could-beatbox.html' title='The Chipmunk Who Could Beatbox'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-6063640247966486766</id><published>2009-09-01T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:08:38.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Questions by Master Chief</title><content type='html'>Si Hao says:&lt;br /&gt;*SPIDER MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zoe says:&lt;br /&gt;*BIONIC WOMAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Hao says:&lt;br /&gt;*haha nice comeback&lt;br /&gt;*i see you put a lot of thought into that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zoe says:&lt;br /&gt;*hahahhaah HWAT?&lt;br /&gt;*i just thought we were introducing ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Hao says:&lt;br /&gt;*haha no!&lt;br /&gt;*it was a test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zoe says:&lt;br /&gt;*TEST FOR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Hao says:&lt;br /&gt;*for ye!&lt;br /&gt;*ahah next question&lt;br /&gt;*tomb raider and master chief&lt;br /&gt;*who would win&lt;br /&gt;*and elaborate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zoe says:&lt;br /&gt;*TOMB RAIDER BECAUSE I'VE LOVED HER SINCE I WAS A KID&lt;br /&gt;*hehe&lt;br /&gt;*and love's a powerful thing you know&lt;br /&gt;*makes the whole world go round!&lt;br /&gt;*fancy that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Hao says:&lt;br /&gt;*mmmm&lt;br /&gt;*i like the approach&lt;br /&gt;*very very intersting&lt;br /&gt;*never expected that&lt;br /&gt;*MARIO or SAMUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zoe says:&lt;br /&gt;*samus. because i've never heard of samus so i doubt he exists. and it's hard to defeat something that doesn't exist, isn't it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Hao says:&lt;br /&gt;*haha oh my!&lt;br /&gt;*Samus is dam ossum girl in that kick ass suit from metroid prime!&lt;br /&gt;*she would totally pwn mario!&lt;br /&gt;*haha you get anwser marks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zoe says:&lt;br /&gt;*oh she's a girl!&lt;br /&gt;*hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Hao says:&lt;br /&gt;*but ne method marks D:&lt;br /&gt;*haha&lt;br /&gt;*no*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zoe says:&lt;br /&gt;*heheheh&lt;br /&gt;*i'm quite awesome after all!&lt;br /&gt;*next!&lt;br /&gt;*i can take on the world!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Hao says:&lt;br /&gt;*not bad not bad&lt;br /&gt;*the four swordsmen of the apocalypse&lt;br /&gt;*or the entire cast of soul caliber?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zoe says:&lt;br /&gt;*four swordsmen of the apocalypse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Hao says:&lt;br /&gt;*aha win&lt;br /&gt;*skill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zoe says:&lt;br /&gt;*because i can't spell apocalypse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Hao says:&lt;br /&gt;*mm&lt;br /&gt;*but the anwser is correct!&lt;br /&gt;*oh my!&lt;br /&gt;*haha your cup of tea i suppose&lt;br /&gt;*last one&lt;br /&gt;*chuck norris&lt;br /&gt;*OR&lt;br /&gt;*ninja gaiden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zoe says:&lt;br /&gt;*ninja gaiden&lt;br /&gt;*because it has the word gay in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Hao says:&lt;br /&gt;*no way&lt;br /&gt;*haha you got that correct tooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;*hahahaha WHUT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the love song you'll never get to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-6063640247966486766?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/6063640247966486766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=6063640247966486766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/6063640247966486766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/6063640247966486766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/09/5-questions-by-master-chief.html' title='5 Questions by Master Chief'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-7783552073626470479</id><published>2009-08-23T23:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T23:27:02.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Till Kingdom Come, Coldplay</title><content type='html'>For you I’d wait,&lt;br /&gt;'til kingdom come&lt;br /&gt;Until my days,&lt;br /&gt;My days are done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And say you'll come&lt;br /&gt;And set me free&lt;br /&gt;Just say you'll wait,&lt;br /&gt;You'll wait for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-7783552073626470479?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/7783552073626470479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=7783552073626470479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/7783552073626470479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/7783552073626470479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/08/coldplay.html' title='Till Kingdom Come, Coldplay'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-1625848574905846136</id><published>2009-08-14T21:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T21:27:31.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart starts racing at the speed of sound</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SoVkyp3eavI/AAAAAAAAAgg/v-Bcsps1B1s/s1600-h/DSC01291+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SoVkyp3eavI/AAAAAAAAAgg/v-Bcsps1B1s/s320/DSC01291+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369808952103955186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished I'd gone back this round! Doesn't it bring back memories a plenty? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I'm here studying geeeeoog sdfowgwirj3rgEFdsdfqef!! Ah welllll. I have four days to go! (: And then I'm off to play! I want to eat the sakae sushi buffet lunch. I'll skip recess and lunch and be hungry hungry by the time they let me eat as much as I want to. That's the cunning plan! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now we're back to the beginning&lt;br /&gt;It's just a feeling and no one knows yet&lt;br /&gt;But just because they can't feel it too&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean that you have to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy birthday Louie! &lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-1625848574905846136?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/1625848574905846136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=1625848574905846136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/1625848574905846136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/1625848574905846136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/08/heart-starts-racing-at-speed-of-sound.html' title='Heart starts racing at the speed of sound'/><author><name>zope</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SoVkyp3eavI/AAAAAAAAAgg/v-Bcsps1B1s/s72-c/DSC01291+%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859355310011619664.post-2150317748879644993</id><published>2009-08-10T10:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T07:34:37.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And for some reason I can't explain</title><content type='html'>As does romance. What is Venice—so seductive, so lethally attractive—except the most sublime setting for the thrilling of the heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, one fall day not long ago two children, 12 and 13, from Grosseto, a town in Tuscany, decided to run away. Their parents disapproved of their romance, so they saved and spent their allowance on a train to Venice. They walked narrow streets paved in stone and lingered on the bridges that vault the canals. Night approached, and with it the need for a place to stay. They arrived at the Hotel Zecchini, a modest guesthouse with an inviting orange-and-white awning. The clerk heard a small voice ask about a room, looked up, saw nothing, leaned over the desk, and looked into the faces of two children. Skeptical of their story about an aunt who would arrive soon, he gently questioned them, listened, then called the carabinieri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Such innocence and tenderness. They just wanted to be together," said Elisa Semen­zato, the hotel manager. When the carabinieri arrived, they took the pair on a tour of the city in their boat, then to district headquarters in a former convent and put them to bed in very separate rooms. The next day they were served a three-course meal on a table set with linens in a hall facing the 15th-century courtyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romance triumphs; reality intrudes. The parents, less than enchanted with the Romeo and Juliet narrative acted out by their children, arrived that afternoon to take them back to Grosseto, away from the soft ache of first love and the gilded beauty of Venice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses end. Dreams vanish, and sometimes cities too. We long for the perfect ending, but the curtain falls along with our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2009/08/venice/newman-text/1"&gt;Vanishing Venice&lt;/a&gt;, National Geographic August 09 Feature Article&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Kids these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 373px; height: 279px;" src="http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/wallpaper/img/2009/08/aug09wallpaper-3_800.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 373px; height: 279px;" src="http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/wallpaper/img/2009/08/aug09wallpaper-14_800.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to Venice before it sinks ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-2150317748879644993?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/2150317748879644993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=2150317748879644993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/2150317748879644993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/2150317748879644993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-for-some-reason-i-cant-explain.html' title='And for some reason I can&apos;t explain'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-6015144268276755953</id><published>2009-08-04T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:35:00.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday Zhang called me</title><content type='html'>And this is what she asked me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It started out quite normally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are the allowed colours for jackets?"&lt;br /&gt;"Navy, black-"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh black is allowed?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And then it got a little strange and all Zhang-like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if it has a terrorist-like hood?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hahahah uhhh I think as long you don't have more than 2 stripes and..."&lt;br /&gt;"It's not bookable to wear the hood on everywhere right?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think so..."&lt;br /&gt;"And you can't book me for scaring people right?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh she left half-way through school today ): And then I feel so lonely, never wanna be lonely, without yoooouuuuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to relay the message on NDP to her earlier, and in reply she tells me she has nut things she wants to show me tomorrow. 10 seconds later she calls me and asks me if I'm Zoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha Zhang what would we do without you and your eccentricity (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-6015144268276755953?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/6015144268276755953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=6015144268276755953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/6015144268276755953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/6015144268276755953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/08/yesterday-zhang-called-me.html' title='Yesterday Zhang called me'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-3790805614509125589</id><published>2009-07-28T19:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T19:56:01.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last time I saw you</title><content type='html'>zoe says:&lt;br /&gt;*I DON'T WANNA BE A NERDDDDDDD D:&lt;br /&gt;dorothy says:&lt;br /&gt;*SUCK IT UP! ahahahah&lt;br /&gt;zoe says:&lt;br /&gt;*i don't like you much anymore&lt;br /&gt;*): &lt;&lt;br /&gt;dorothy says:&lt;br /&gt;*NERDS ARE COOL! and besides. your nerddom is validated by the fact that you hang out with me ;D&lt;br /&gt;zoe says:&lt;br /&gt;*hahahahahah because two negatives make a positive :D&lt;br /&gt;dorothy says:&lt;br /&gt;*NO! ahaha damn you and your math skills. i throw english like "validated" and you give me math. math! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Edit: Sorry, was supposed to add this in: WHOOOOA DOR YOU'RE THE AWESOMEST!-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-3790805614509125589?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/3790805614509125589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=3790805614509125589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/3790805614509125589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/3790805614509125589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-time-i-saw-you.html' title='Last time I saw you'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-1435275518890811319</id><published>2009-07-21T19:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T00:28:18.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How will I compare, how can I compete?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i.timeinc.net/time/potw/20090716/potw_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 360px; height: 240px;" src="http://i.timeinc.net/time/potw/20090716/potw_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:73%;"&gt;Adapted: &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/picturesoftheweek/0,29409,1911001_1910521,00.html"&gt;Time Pictures of the Week&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor dogs. But don't they look like cotton candy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese o'level listening comprehension tomorrow! Please pray! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still, you don't regret a single day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-1435275518890811319?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/1435275518890811319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=1435275518890811319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/1435275518890811319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/1435275518890811319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-will-i-compare-how-can-i-compete.html' title='How will I compare, how can I compete?'/><author><name>zope</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859355310011619664.post-5050115168983016794</id><published>2009-07-18T17:11:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T17:22:54.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too cool for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.ffffound.com/static-data/assets/6/0f05f41097575797f87dafba00bfdd1ba23d91ab_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.ffffound.com/static-data/assets/6/0f05f41097575797f87dafba00bfdd1ba23d91ab_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:73%;"&gt;Adapted: &lt;a href="http://anywayss.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://anywayss.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheet I'm late but my shoe bag is missing ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better hold on to your honey&lt;br /&gt;Honeys, don't forget to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-5050115168983016794?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/5050115168983016794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=5050115168983016794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/5050115168983016794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/5050115168983016794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/07/too-cool-for-you.html' title='Too cool for you'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-6781400143498563433</id><published>2009-07-13T20:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T20:09:59.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't help missing you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/db/files/Comics/Dave/comichumblebumble1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 397px; height: 243px;" src="http://www.explosm.net/db/files/Comics/Dave/comichumblebumble1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/db/files/Misc/lines.png"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 401px; height: 143px;" src="http://www.explosm.net/db/files/Misc/lines.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies if you can't read the speech bubbles. Click on the image to enlarge (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So give me reason to prove me wrong, to wash this memory clean&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-6781400143498563433?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/6781400143498563433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=6781400143498563433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/6781400143498563433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/6781400143498563433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/07/cant-help-missing-you.html' title='Can&apos;t help missing you'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-3734192354698034418</id><published>2009-07-11T17:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T19:58:10.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just say goodnight</title><content type='html'>Jono is leaving today ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:240%;"  &gt;BYE JONO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will miss this stalker of a person hehe. Take care! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-3734192354698034418?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/3734192354698034418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=3734192354698034418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/3734192354698034418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/3734192354698034418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-say-goodnight.html' title='Just say goodnight'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-7129704388970313166</id><published>2009-07-11T11:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T12:16:17.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody said it was easy</title><content type='html'>Peter Singer once asked, “If you were walking by a pond and there was a child who was drowning in it, would you wade in and save that child’s life, but in doing this ruin your fancy shoes? Would it be okay to let the child drown because you’re worried about your shoes?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course everybody says no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the next question he posed was, "Why is this different from allowing people (even children) across the ocean in Africa, who desperately need food or medicine, to starve or go without the medicine they need if we have the financial resources to prevent that from happening?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BBC Radcliff Richards' elaboration:) If you will willingly sacrifice the cost of a pair of shoes to save the child in front of you, how can you justify not doing do the same for another child on the other side of the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/nol/shared/spl/hi/programmes/analysis/transcripts/28_06_09.txt"&gt;(Read full transcript of interview)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to adopt a kid in Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oh take me back to the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-7129704388970313166?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/7129704388970313166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=7129704388970313166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/7129704388970313166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/7129704388970313166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/07/nobody-said-it-was-easy.html' title='Nobody said it was easy'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-3396450046607495323</id><published>2009-07-05T12:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T12:57:25.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I had a nickel for every thought of you</title><content type='html'>Because I think it's a really cute story, and for the benefit of everyone who isn't in MGS and was not made to do English E-learning assignments, read on! (Btw, Robert Fulghum's a renown and quite an acclaimed author, apparently. It's okay. I didn't know either.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adapted from: &lt;a href="http://robertfulghum.com/index.php/fulghumweb/entry/711_hello/"&gt;Robert Fulghum's Journal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 01, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written on Sunday afternoon, May 31, in Seattle, Washington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring, ring, ring . . . .&lt;br /&gt;Calling my friend, Gerard. Going to dinner at his house.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes?”&lt;br /&gt;Soft voice of older woman. Maybe another dinner guest?&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, it’s Fulghum. I’m bringing cigars and wine - anything else?”&lt;br /&gt;“That’s nice, but Gerard is not here . . .”&lt;br /&gt;“Who is this? Where’s Gerard?”&lt;br /&gt;“It’s not Gerard - he’s not here - you have the wrong number.”&lt;br /&gt;“What number is this?”&lt;br /&gt;She laughs. “It’s not Gerard’s number. Gerard is not here.”&lt;br /&gt;She hangs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the loony lobe of my brain takes over - that place in my head where, if examined by experts, would result in a diagnosis of ASS - Accumulated Stupidity Syndrome. Miss-dialing is one of its specialties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;I call the same number again.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because there surely must be a glitch at the phone company or somebody at Gerard’s house is pulling my leg or maybe it’s Gerard himself disguising his voice. It cannot be that my wiring is crossed again and I’ve simply dialed the wrong number. No way. Not a possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring, ring, ring . . . .&lt;br /&gt;“Yes?”&lt;br /&gt;Same woman’s voice.&lt;br /&gt;“Gerard?”&lt;br /&gt;“No, Gerard is still not here.”&lt;br /&gt;“Who are you? What’s going on?”&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not Gerard. You’ve dialed the wrong number again.”&lt;br /&gt;“Is this 999-9999?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, but it’s not Gerard’s number.”&lt;br /&gt;“Are you sure?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, of course I’m sure. You’ve miss-dialed.”&lt;br /&gt;“Who are you?”&lt;br /&gt;She laughs. “Not Gerard - that’s all you need to know.”&lt;br /&gt;She hangs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Now, just in case you are also afflicted with ASS -The number 999-999 is not a real number, only a literary device used here to protect the lady and Gerard. But go ahead, join the nut squad - try it. I did.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so.&lt;br /&gt;I dial the number again.&lt;br /&gt;Ring, ring, ring.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes?”&lt;br /&gt;Same woman’s voice.&lt;br /&gt;“Look, I really hate to bother you, but I’m sure this is Gerard’s number.”&lt;br /&gt;The woman begins to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;“Listen,” she says, “Do you have Gerard’s number written down somewhere?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, of course I do.”&lt;br /&gt;“Look it up and read it to me.”&lt;br /&gt;“OK . . . It’s 999-9998 . . .Oh . . . well then . . . sorry.”&lt;br /&gt;“No problem,” she says, “I wrote it down, and here’s what I’ll do: If you’ll promise not to call me again - I’ll call Gerard and have him call you, OK?”&lt;br /&gt;“Works for me.”&lt;br /&gt;“By the way,” she asks, “Does Gerard know your number?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, of course.”&lt;br /&gt;“Good. By the way, did you say your name was Fulghum?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes.”&lt;br /&gt;“Are you Robert Fulghum, the author?”&lt;br /&gt;(long pause)&lt;br /&gt;“No. He doesn’t live here anymore.”&lt;br /&gt;She laughs and hangs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring. Ring. Ring.&lt;br /&gt;It’s my phone.&lt;br /&gt;“Hello, this is Robert Fulghum.”&lt;br /&gt;“I thought so.”&lt;br /&gt;Nice lady’s soft voice again. She laughs. Hangs up.&lt;br /&gt;(Duh. She has caller I.D.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’ll call her again sometime.&lt;br /&gt;When another part of my brain is working.&lt;br /&gt;Even better, I’ll have Gerard call her.&lt;br /&gt;I know her number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'd be a billionaire by now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-3396450046607495323?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/3396450046607495323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=3396450046607495323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/3396450046607495323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/3396450046607495323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-i-had-nickel-for-everytime-i-thought.html' title='If I had a nickel for every thought of you'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-400414988891039137</id><published>2009-06-26T12:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:57:12.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Gonna Try</title><content type='html'>Haha I was clearing up and organizing my music and I realised I had Uptown Girl! Haha Westlife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also realised I had Everything by Michael Buble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You're a mystery, you're from outer space,&lt;br /&gt;You're every minute of my everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really not that bad! I think Ryan sent that to me some time back. Oh yes! They're back! Welcome back mission team! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Just because&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;With an uptown girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uptown girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-400414988891039137?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/400414988891039137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=400414988891039137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/400414988891039137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/400414988891039137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-gonna-try.html' title='I&apos;m Gonna Try'/><author><name>zope</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859355310011619664.post-2686614826227755572</id><published>2009-06-22T13:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T07:32:06.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That made our memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 380px; height: 253px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2417/2234739135_6bdd25384e.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Credits: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tiagoafpereira/"&gt;tiagoafpereira&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha I thought the costume was quite cute. I didn't notice the beard at first. It looks really natural!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 380px; height: 251px;" src="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs48/300W/i/2009/174/6/7/Blue_is_the_New_Green_by_clife026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My submission for RYC photojournalism competition. It's a little blur because I'm lazy to upload the original. But it's sharp in real life; it was taken with my dad's fancy schmancy camera.&lt;br /&gt;Theme: Blue is the new green.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't look very promising. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: Absolutely loved church camp! Whoo awesome time. If O'levels aren't too annoying, I hope to be back there next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was nothing, it was everything,&lt;br /&gt;It’s really such a shame its so hard to explain to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-2686614826227755572?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/2686614826227755572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=2686614826227755572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/2686614826227755572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/2686614826227755572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/06/that-made-our-memories.html' title='That made our memories'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-161441273069052501</id><published>2009-06-09T15:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T15:11:32.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings insincere</title><content type='html'>Haha am I really the last to see the New Moon trailer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church camp! Whoo! Ah, I remember last year. Last year was fun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an extremely strange scenario. My SEVEN year old BROTHER is watching 90210. Haha it was hilarious when he banged on the door while I was showering to inform me that Ethan broke up with Annie. (We're still in season one, yes.) Shock and horror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.tangle.com/flash/swf/flvplayer.swf" FlashVars="viewkey=c598d38d1a37af57b7c0" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="tangle" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, this isn't the New Moon trailer.&lt;br /&gt;Haha my mum sent me this video. I can't help but smile. However, it has also prompted her to 'encourage' me to continue taking piano into my golden years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;So, what now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-161441273069052501?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/161441273069052501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=161441273069052501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/161441273069052501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/161441273069052501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/06/feelings-insincere.html' title='Feelings insincere'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-3879999394658981275</id><published>2009-06-07T19:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T19:53:21.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday night, friday night, come alive</title><content type='html'>I know it isn't Friday, neither am I very alive, but the song just crossed my mind. And therefore, it ought to cross the page yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello friends! I seriously doubt the presence of readers to this blog anymore. And therefore, I suppose I am free to rant and rave and make a fool of myself as I please! Ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been bed-ridden these past few days due to a persistent flu. Extremely annoyed with it, I am. Aish Dorothy went away (yes, you heard right; she's left me for good!) for a few days (alright, maybe not for good), and this in turn has led to many a boring night. Um, as in I don't have her to talk to anymore. Yes. Just that. I mean nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June hols are nearly half way done. I don't remember much of what I've done. A little homework, SALT CIP, and OBS. Ah, OBS. OBS was torture but now I want nothing but to go back. It left me barely alive but now I don't know how to live. Haha, when I came back the first thing I did was unpack &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;everything &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;wash all my shoes&lt;/span&gt;. That's 3 pairs of footwear, friends. And then I finally realised everyone had already eaten their dinner and I was left to eat alone ): My grandfather came and sat next to me and started giving me extremely generous portions of veg. I do not like veg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then after that all was well because we went to see a movie! Monsters VS Aliens. Go if you want a mindless good laugh about nothing. It was quite funny, but as I said it was about absolutely nothing. There wasn't a peak, or if there was it wasn't very peaky and noticeable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I'm bored. Haha I don't think you've bothered to read till here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I know I hurt you and I made you cry&lt;br /&gt;Did everything but murder you and I&lt;br /&gt;Our love left a window in the skies&lt;br /&gt;And to love I rhapsodize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That song is still stuck in my head!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-3879999394658981275?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/3879999394658981275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=3879999394658981275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/3879999394658981275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/3879999394658981275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/06/friday-night-friday-night-come-alive.html' title='Friday night, friday night, come alive'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-7604795088493909683</id><published>2009-05-17T23:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:07:57.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But the morning breaks too soon</title><content type='html'>I think I ought to be sleeping right now. Newspapers strewn all over the floor are a constant reminder of jian baos yet to be completed. Haha I did play this weekend away. But it was fun. Ooh, today was fun. I wonder why I didn't go out with Dorothy those two years we were in the same class together. Haha how ironic we only go out after being separated across classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep on the way home after Dorothy got off the train. And I dreamt of iodine. In my dream I was thinking about how iodine is a diatomic molecule, and I wondered what the chemical formula of iodide was. Huh. I think I need to do something mindless for awhile. Too much thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha so thus far the names that I will name the enzymes when I am a very smart scientist in future:&lt;br /&gt;Daisy, Harry, Thomas, and Siyan.&lt;br /&gt;I will ignore Dorothy's suggestions because she is being annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If only he knew you as we do &lt;/span&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;But I decided to put on something sleeveless so that I wouldn't have sleeves to wear my heart on anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-7604795088493909683?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/7604795088493909683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=7604795088493909683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/7604795088493909683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/7604795088493909683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/05/but-morning-breaks-too-soon.html' title='But the morning breaks too soon'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-250863018505406921</id><published>2009-05-11T11:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T16:20:30.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of what you say, and what you said</title><content type='html'>I hate the small intestine. So many weird enzymes names. Why can't they give them simple names, like Tom, or Thomas, if they insist. Instead it has to be all Enterokinase, and Trypsinogen. Hmph! If I ever become some very smart scientist one day I'll change all the names. Make them Daisy, and Harry, or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;-Para removed. Too many misinterpretations haha-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo, 3 more papers to go. If I survive Biology, I think I can pull an A from Chemistry (that is, if they don't give us very cheeeeeeem questions again), and Chinese is well, a flip of the coin, really. It will depend on whether I get out of bed the right way that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Can't wait can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-250863018505406921?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/250863018505406921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=250863018505406921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/250863018505406921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/250863018505406921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/05/of-what-you-say-and-what-you-said.html' title='Of what you say, and what you said'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-4518753550586957201</id><published>2009-05-07T20:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:11:28.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:300%;"&gt;02y0oq3#$)!josg0w40&lt;br /&gt;3np0u8eq(^320piwpj&lt;br /&gt;wrpn928`one)(12rgoh&lt;br /&gt;huwgihpq&lt;br /&gt;nkOH(*^(Ioh!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft Geography kills. I vent it off; the keyboard suffers. Sorry Mr Laptop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-4518753550586957201?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/4518753550586957201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=4518753550586957201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/4518753550586957201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/4518753550586957201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/05/rah.html' title='Rah!'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-3572842738394513944</id><published>2009-05-05T16:01:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T16:14:35.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But I remember</title><content type='html'>Huh. I always thought that it was "gratitude", not "gratefulness". I wanted to kick myself for writing the latter in today's situational writing thingy but then I checked the dictionary and apparently there is such a word as "gratefulness". Or has it always been there all along? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My dear, I think I'm going mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passed Joanne on the way home today, and learnt that today was her brother's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAM! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good grief. It just hit me common tests are &lt;u&gt;tomorrow&lt;/u&gt;. Less than 24 hours away. Oh dear. Time to draw the curtains and lock the door. Just me, my SS notes and my lit book. How romantic! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay. On to SS now ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;All we have to do is run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-3572842738394513944?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/3572842738394513944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=3572842738394513944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/3572842738394513944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/3572842738394513944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-just-say-yes.html' title='But I remember'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-2031402985264484600</id><published>2009-04-30T18:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T18:50:47.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winds of change</title><content type='html'>I just spent 3 hours editing the blogskin and already I hate it ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like it went swimming with the mermaids and smeared algae all over itself when it ran out of sun-tan lotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;With everything,&lt;br /&gt;With everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-2031402985264484600?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/2031402985264484600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=2031402985264484600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/2031402985264484600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/2031402985264484600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/04/winds-of-change.html' title='Winds of change'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-3136626284119124406</id><published>2009-04-29T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:54:30.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paint me a summer sky</title><content type='html'>Because common tests are nearing, I've decided it's time to blog. Heh. Fine. Just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a little&lt;/span&gt; procrastination. No one will read this because I haven't blogged in eons, but I suppose I only have myself to blame. Tsk tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. Alright. First off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:130%;" &gt;Congrads, Colette and Jeanne! You make a fine head and vice-head, I know you do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to everyone else who helped! Cullen (having the ego he has) wants a shout-out so here it is: Thanks Ed! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I feel so hypocritical. My sister just walked by and I told her to go concentrate. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not looking forward to June ): I foresee much business! No no, as in, busy-ness. Ah well. There will be some good days (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chickens at rest tend to stay at rest, chickens in motion tend to cross roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm a little too random as of late. "I try, after all, to model my posts after my thoughts." Haha everyone steals off Ryan's blog nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have got to concentrate on studying. First it was msn, so I uninstalled it. Then I started reading again. 2 books this week alone. And it's only Wednesday! So I finished them, then back to studying. And now, I'm blogging! Why can't I study! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Have I grown up, or have I grown numb?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-3136626284119124406?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/3136626284119124406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=3136626284119124406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/3136626284119124406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/3136626284119124406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/04/paint-me-summer-sky.html' title='Paint me a summer sky'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-3813311816903379808</id><published>2009-02-19T20:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:02:39.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I'm lame like that</title><content type='html'>One very sad looking atom, sitting in a bar, was accosted by another.&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you look so sad?"&lt;br /&gt;"I lost an electron."&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sure?"&lt;br /&gt;"I am positive."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-3813311816903379808?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/3813311816903379808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=3813311816903379808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/3813311816903379808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/3813311816903379808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/02/because-im-lame-like-that.html' title='Because I&apos;m lame like that'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-7953893022296719253</id><published>2009-02-19T16:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T16:45:55.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You never fail to amuse.</title><content type='html'>Twilight fanatics. Sheesh. I'm not sure if I should be laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images2.cafepress.com/product/320839692v3_350x350_Front.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images1.cafepress.com/nocache/product/339822781v2147483647_350x350_Front_Color-Natural.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://images4.cafepress.com/product/328127794v5_350x350_Front.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://images4.cafepress.com/nocache/product/355269954v2147483647_350x350_Front.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://images2.cafepress.com/product/352556392v3_350x350_Front.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://images6.cafepress.com/product/342082526v2_350x350_Front_Color-White.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://images4.cafepress.com/product/359446794v1_350x350_Front_Color-Natural.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://images7.cafepress.com/product/336857777v1_350x350_Front_Color-AshGrey.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://images0.cafepress.com/product/179009070v7_350x350_Front_Color-White.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://images9.cafepress.com/product/350309009v3_350x350_Front_Color-Natural.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://images8.cafepress.com/product/354935298v2_350x350_Front_Color-White.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://images3.cafepress.com/product/331707573v14_350x350_Front.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Zoe wondered what she was doing with her life and went to do homework. The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-7953893022296719253?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/7953893022296719253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=7953893022296719253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/7953893022296719253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/7953893022296719253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-never-fail-to-amuse.html' title='You never fail to amuse.'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-7218746651589763931</id><published>2009-02-05T18:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:50:55.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar Rrrrrruuusshh!</title><content type='html'>I might blog once in a while. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm lazy and busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adapted from: &lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com/music/artists/bell.asp"&gt;Here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that thousands of people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three minutes went by and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried up to meet his schedule. A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping continued to walk. A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knew this but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the best musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written with a violin worth 3.5 million dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days earlier, Bell had played to a full house at Boston's Symphony Hall, where fairly good seats went for $100. But on this day he collected just $32.17 for his efforts, contributed by a mere 27 of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1,097 &lt;/span&gt;passing travelers. Only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seven &lt;/span&gt;people stopped to listen, and just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one &lt;/span&gt;of them recognized the performer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of an social experiment about perception, taste and priorities of people. The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be: If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com/music/artists/bell.asp"&gt;For the full story, click here yo.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, new blog. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://enchanting-twilight.blogspot.com/"&gt;Monica Chan's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tee Yong's birthday is today!&lt;br /&gt;Yan's birthday is tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, speaking of which, going to BTP for pizza tomorrow for THEE DAY with Yan yan and a bunch of us. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And with heart shaped bruises&lt;br /&gt;I'll be yours and you'll be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-7218746651589763931?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/7218746651589763931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=7218746651589763931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/7218746651589763931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/7218746651589763931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/02/heart-shaped-bruises.html' title='Sugar Rrrrrruuusshh!'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-4311714725213450144</id><published>2009-01-23T14:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T14:31:34.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YOSH ;D&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT. THIS IS NOT ZOE.&lt;br /&gt;(: THIS IS HER PRIMARY SCHOOL FRIEND ALICIA.&lt;br /&gt;yes. so yah. actually i have nothing to say. -.-&lt;br /&gt;so yah. uh, SHORT POST :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;br /&gt;AL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-4311714725213450144?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/4311714725213450144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=4311714725213450144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/4311714725213450144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/4311714725213450144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/01/yosh-d-guess-what.html' title=''/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-8955744093436303758</id><published>2009-01-22T01:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T10:14:48.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no see</title><content type='html'>I like my chem tuition. I have a good teacher, except that he says weird things sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"The problem is, you're taking exams." &lt;/span&gt;-The Chem Tutor&lt;br /&gt;Is that what the problem was? Sheesh! All these ignorant years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chem Tutor (TCT): Now this question may be a little tough-&lt;br /&gt;Me: The answer is D right?&lt;br /&gt;TCT: -(ignores me) so I don't expect you to-&lt;br /&gt;Me: Is it D?&lt;br /&gt;TCT: -(I think he doesn't hear me at all) get this question right-&lt;br /&gt;Me: D!&lt;br /&gt;TCT: -(Continues to not hear me) and try to guess instead-&lt;br /&gt;Me: D!!&lt;br /&gt;TCT: -(I am invisible) but please don't do that guessing...&lt;br /&gt;Me: DEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;TCT: What? B ah? No, I don't think that's the correct answer...&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Jumps out of window and against the flow of traffic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh no lah. I just found it funny. I wasn't actually frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This time all I want is you&lt;br /&gt;There is no one else&lt;br /&gt;Who can take your place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time you burn me with your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You see past all the lies&lt;br /&gt;You take it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to make my way to you&lt;br /&gt;But still I feel so lost&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen it all&lt;br /&gt;And it's never enough&lt;br /&gt;It keeps leaving me needing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me away&lt;br /&gt;Take me away&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;Just take me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on me yet&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget who I am&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not there yet&lt;br /&gt;But don't let&lt;br /&gt;Me stay here alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time all I want is you&lt;br /&gt;There is no one else&lt;br /&gt;Who can take your place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen enough&lt;br /&gt;And it's never enough&lt;br /&gt;It keeps leaving me needing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me away&lt;br /&gt;Take me away&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;Just take me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me away&lt;br /&gt;Take me away&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;Just take me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the acoustic version better. Does anyone have it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-8955744093436303758?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/8955744093436303758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=8955744093436303758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/8955744093436303758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/8955744093436303758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long time no see'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-5196544689016862563</id><published>2009-01-21T04:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T04:58:29.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through Timeless Words;</title><content type='html'>I woke up and couldn't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;We don't know what we have until it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;Every moment is borrowed time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think I'd be shaken that badly, but it's getting worse by the hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be missed; the world isn't spinning the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Looking back it all just seems so far, so far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-5196544689016862563?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/5196544689016862563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=5196544689016862563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/5196544689016862563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/5196544689016862563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/01/through-timeless-words.html' title='Through Timeless Words;'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-639124199624921518</id><published>2009-01-19T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:51:05.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby that's the best of me</title><content type='html'>Yan is right. With the new year comes an inspirational dry spell. What's the meaning of this? There seems to be nothing to blog at all. Either that or Sec 3 has brainwashed us all and all we think about is academic-related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaahhh surely there must be something to post. Okay, I shall start with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I really shouldn't be here." (Yes, that seems to be a start of somewhat.) I have a zuo wen to churn out, an SS paper to write (fine, it's actually 1/3 an SS paper, since it's group work), and math to finish. A math blows my mind away. I have no idea what they're talking about anymore. Gotta go find someone who can teach me tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;EH! Seriously! What's this?! It's all academic related!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay in other news I am seriously considering deleting my blog, since I assume no one reads. However, Yan firmly stands by the theory that there are random people who read but don't want me to know. Alrighty, random people. If you're reading, can ya tag anonymously so that I know I'm not just talking to myself on my blog too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH! Speaking of talking to oneself, here's a quote from The Math Teacher:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello? Am I the only one talking to myself?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha think she meant "am I talking to myself/am I the only one listening" or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I would call you up every Saturday night&lt;br /&gt;And we both stayed out till the morning light&lt;br /&gt;And we sang, "Here we go again"&lt;br /&gt;And though time goes by&lt;br /&gt;I will always be&lt;br /&gt;In a club with you&lt;br /&gt;In 1973&lt;br /&gt;Singing "Here we go again"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-639124199624921518?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/639124199624921518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=639124199624921518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/639124199624921518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/639124199624921518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-thats-best-of-me.html' title='Baby that&apos;s the best of me'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-2427178526580093681</id><published>2009-01-11T16:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:49:29.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Always In My Heart</title><content type='html'>Eck I don't really feel like blogging these few days :\ Sec 3 is just hectic. Should I delete my blog? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 1 Orientation Camp:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SWnN9vS5nQI/AAAAAAAAAfM/QGcgE-T6qsU/s1600-h/3802300903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SWnN9vS5nQI/AAAAAAAAAfM/QGcgE-T6qsU/s320/3802300903.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289985697874812162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 395px; height: 527px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1975/24/75/705793830/n705793830_1307451_7283.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp tee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1975/24/75/705793830/n705793830_1307398_6065.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1Geeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1975/24/75/705793830/n705793830_1307403_7430.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Tinghui (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1975/24/75/705793830/n705793830_1307406_8212.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we're like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1975/24/75/705793830/n705793830_1307415_790.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO 1G!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=56427&amp;amp;id=705793830"&gt;More photos on my facebook.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I promise, we'll be just fine, this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-2427178526580093681?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/2427178526580093681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=2427178526580093681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/2427178526580093681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/2427178526580093681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/01/youre-always-in-my-heart.html' title='You&apos;re Always In My Heart'/><author><name>zope</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SWnN9vS5nQI/AAAAAAAAAfM/QGcgE-T6qsU/s72-c/3802300903.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859355310011619664.post-2907894632383805417</id><published>2009-01-06T11:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T20:52:19.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Mats</title><content type='html'>Helloooooo world!&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow. It's been a month since I blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can now reiterate the ever common line, "I'm in the com lab using the com. Haha.", for it is true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for Yan to finish her lit homework, which I, the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;guai&lt;/span&gt; one :P, finished yesterday. Whooo! This is especially relieving for me, since I am utterly afraid of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Lit Teacher&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Have I always blogged with that kind of English?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my mind, and I'm going mad. Uhuh uhuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, the title of this post is as such because Yan wrote "I hate maths" on my math worksheet in an attempt to get me in trouble with The Math Teacher, but I erased the "h". And so here we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh kay have to go now. I am very hungry Yan! Hurry up! 10 min left ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha Yan says she's going to abandon lit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-2907894632383805417?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/2907894632383805417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=2907894632383805417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/2907894632383805417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/2907894632383805417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2009/01/helloooooo-world.html' title='I Hate Mats'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-719058780364121290</id><published>2008-12-05T00:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T00:45:23.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And then I was like... and he was like...</title><content type='html'>I am going to start studying tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to start studying tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to start studying tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to start studying tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to start studying tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to start studying tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to start studying tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to start studying tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to start studying tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to start studying tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to start studying tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to start studying tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha fine I just copied and pasted all that. But really, I am. Chinese book, zhou ji, and reading all those chapters of chemistry I'm still blur about from this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tiiiirreeedd. And I am not weird, Jeanne! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my grandparents' with my sister today. Haha we were quite high. Awfully high, actually. Hmmm hope we didn't emotionally scar anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna go out tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;No no! Studddyyyy. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos! Haha ultimate laziness; I'm not even going to bother downloading the photos from Facebook then uploading it here. I'm just going to copy the code from there. Wheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, because the photos are Giselle's, you only get to see Day 2 photos, and most of them are of the water fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SALT camp:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 469px; height: 351px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v950/142/114/623965880/n623965880_1559758_6286.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing the water bombs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 472px; height: 353px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v950/142/114/623965880/n623965880_1559767_4826.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATER FIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 395px; height: 525px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v950/142/114/623965880/n623965880_1559760_6736.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA Rebecca looks hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 397px; height: 529px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v950/142/114/623965880/n623965880_1559769_5405.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wet ): Eck I look positively raving mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 398px; height: 531px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v950/142/114/623965880/n623965880_1559779_2287.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Nicole. Called a truce for the sake of taking a photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 393px; height: 294px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v950/142/114/623965880/n623965880_1559765_4284.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha Amy and her knitting. The other one's Giselle btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 386px; height: 513px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v950/142/114/623965880/n623965880_1559757_6031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Yue (: Awesome, awesome person for helping me with worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 456px; height: 346px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v950/142/114/623965880/n623965880_1559799_7109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZAP! SALT Camp '08!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And if you wait for me,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the light in the dark if you lose your way&lt;br /&gt;And if you wait for me,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your voice when you don't know what to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-719058780364121290?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/719058780364121290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=719058780364121290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/719058780364121290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/719058780364121290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-then-i-was-like-and-he-was-like.html' title='And then I was like... and he was like...'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-699798403533095715</id><published>2008-12-03T18:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T18:30:27.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOOOOOO</title><content type='html'>I just realised I'm 15 next year. FIFTEEN! One and a half DECADES &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;old&lt;/span&gt;. Just so so so old! IDON'TWANNAGROWUP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like being 14 ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-699798403533095715?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/699798403533095715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=699798403533095715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/699798403533095715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/699798403533095715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2008/12/noooooo.html' title='NOOOOOO'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-138310325331714518</id><published>2008-12-03T15:34:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T18:23:07.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhuh uhuh! -headbang-</title><content type='html'>Jeanne says I should post more often, so I shall &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt;. But my laptop really doesn't like blogging, coz every time I try, the internet dies. &lt;em&gt;Ooh! Like that song: 'coz every time I try, I get tongue-tied.&lt;/em&gt; :D Ahem. Anyway. So I'm using my sister's desktop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY! had to go down to school to take photos for the new uniform thing. You know those photos next to the canteen? They're gonna be updated, featuring your very own schoolmates! Well fine, the originals were already featuring your schoolmates, but the new ones will be featuring non-graduated schoolmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm440/clife026/Picnikcollage3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 462px; height: 117px;" src="http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm440/clife026/Picnikcollage3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm440/clife026/Picnikcollage3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;(Click to view in readable size.)&lt;/a&gt; Hehe I was bored. These are actually just random photos. Fine, fine; yes, yes it's really lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/STZP14iu9wI/AAAAAAAAAeI/a7fj1xQx4S0/s1600-h/Picnik+collage.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/STZP14iu9wI/AAAAAAAAAeI/a7fj1xQx4S0/s320/Picnik+collage.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275491800640845570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus going home with my retardedest friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days back! Actually merely yesterday. Trip to Malacca with the family. Took lots of nice photos. Alright, &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; nice photos. Okay! I just took photos. Had a good time with the family though (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photos later. Being lazy now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More days back! Went to ECP to blade! Yay! Dying to go again, hope to go this Sunday (: At first we were planning to go as a big group, but then so and so had to leave, so and so couldn't make it, and eventually there was just four of us; Dylan, Jon Tang, Bernad, and me. There were a few others who cycled, but I came late with Dylan and they left before we arrived. It was quite a good time. At one point of time Bernad and I got lazy and just clung onto Dylan and made him blade for the three of us. Then Bernad fell down. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Still being lazy. No photos to see yet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of days back! SALT camp! (Cheer, clap, applaud!) The sermon really spoke to me. I got really mad at myself for falling asleep on the first night, because I was really interested to hear what the preacher had to say. But, I was extremely tired and kinda drained, so I really, really couldn't help it, no matter how hard I tried. Spiritual high there, trying hard to keep it up now. &lt;em&gt;Just keep praying, just keep praying, just keep praying, praying praying praying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You know the drill. Photos later lah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOT MY MUFFIN's BACK! Fine, she's been back for 3 days now, but I'm only able to declare it to the world now; so hear me out! (One of) my bestest friend's back! Yayyyy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pffft. I don't want to leave it on bad terms. Don't be mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We were only kids, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We ran like water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your dad said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stay away from my daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The sun was coming down when I said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't you just believe? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-138310325331714518?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/138310325331714518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=138310325331714518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/138310325331714518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/138310325331714518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2008/12/uhuh-uhuh-headbang.html' title='Uhuh uhuh! -headbang-'/><author><name>zope</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/STZP14iu9wI/AAAAAAAAAeI/a7fj1xQx4S0/s72-c/Picnik+collage.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859355310011619664.post-4752647827315781021</id><published>2008-11-29T12:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T12:46:17.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more, no more</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geekologie.com/2008/11/13/spider-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I thought it was quite funny. Probably isn't real though.&lt;br /&gt;Credits: &lt;a href="http://www.geekologie.com/2008/11/good_idea_man_submits_drawing.php"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post about SALT Camp (Yayyyy!) some other time. Awfully lazy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The tears coming down,&lt;br /&gt;making lines on your face.&lt;br /&gt;One for each year, now&lt;br /&gt;that you've been away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-4752647827315781021?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/4752647827315781021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=4752647827315781021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/4752647827315781021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/4752647827315781021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-more-no-more.html' title='No more, no more'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-7708898139005767341</id><published>2008-11-18T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:27:01.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And if you wait for me,</title><content type='html'>I've made the same mistake as Yan. It's irrecoverable. Unchangeable. Set in stone. I'll regret it for life. This is it. This is the end. I could never forgive myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I cut my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrrrgggghhh. Anyway. Short post. Didn't do much today. Mourned my lost hair. Had piano. Oh oh! I've chosen my exam pieces for next year August exam already. Couldn't find the rest of the pieces on Youtube, but here's my A piece. Too lazy to upload and it'll just lag the whole page so go here if you're interested:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pxdWiD3GiSI"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called Giga. Haha cool name. Then went over to my grandparents'. Finished my theory homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm awaiting tomorrow with quite some anticipation. Going over to Han Ying's for a movie marathon! Woot! And I'm going to bring home-cooked lunch cooked at home by yours sincerely. Hope it turns out okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You haven't changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stand in the light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need to see you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uncover my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-7708898139005767341?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/7708898139005767341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=7708898139005767341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/7708898139005767341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/7708898139005767341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-if-you-wait-for-me.html' title='And if you wait for me,'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-2676796278508250070</id><published>2008-11-12T08:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:28:33.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Coz Even Though We're Miles and Miles Apart,</title><content type='html'>I've been commanded by quite a number of people to post and stop being lazy, so here I am to post and stop being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I last posted, there was Bandung missino trip, LTC camp, blahblahblah just read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bandung!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SQ-Xvp_vPgI/AAAAAAAAAbg/FFnXUYczebw/s320/DSC01142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264593334402235906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SQ-XwCQg8jI/AAAAAAAAAbo/WvrC4Sod_oQ/s320/DSC01176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264593340915053106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SQ-XwoDTK3I/AAAAAAAAAbw/njJ_PakemJQ/s320/DSC01225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264593351060171634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really glad I could get to know Jess and Lydia more. And the bandung dudes of course. Cool bunch of youth there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;b&gt;LTC Camp!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SRooBbh5hDI/AAAAAAAAAb4/cOryE8UALBg/s1600-h/n776940607_4674183_8525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SRooBbh5hDI/AAAAAAAAAb4/cOryE8UALBg/s320/n776940607_4674183_8525.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267566719198135346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINOATTACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SRooN_xecRI/AAAAAAAAAcA/AiechdSKbmI/s1600-h/n776940607_4674186_9533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SRooN_xecRI/AAAAAAAAAcA/AiechdSKbmI/s320/n776940607_4674186_9533.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267566935085576466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the amazing race. We were kinda fed up so we took a self-declared break and told the other groups that passed by that we had already finished what was taking them so long and hahaha okay we didn't really finish yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SRooOcbL_dI/AAAAAAAAAcI/LHptkH6TiFY/s1600-h/n776940607_4674188_245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SRooOcbL_dI/AAAAAAAAAcI/LHptkH6TiFY/s320/n776940607_4674188_245.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267566942776720850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really tired. We were making our mascot thingy (which we tied in first for! Woot go dino!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SRooPOUxBqI/AAAAAAAAAcY/R4NTIssk_6Q/s1600-h/n776940607_4674192_1626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SRooPOUxBqI/AAAAAAAAAcY/R4NTIssk_6Q/s320/n776940607_4674192_1626.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267566956171560610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love our dinosaur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SRooe7hZExI/AAAAAAAAAco/tGhrRvuzLw8/s1600-h/n776940607_4674199_4156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SRooe7hZExI/AAAAAAAAAco/tGhrRvuzLw8/s320/n776940607_4674199_4156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267567226002150162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the train during the outdoor learning thingy. We went to Jurong East. While on the train, 'coz we had to do a manhunt and look for people with orange spectacles, purple backpacks, etc etc, we walked down the whole train as a whole group. We looked pretty cool and kinda scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SRooOx4udnI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/gOYyyrMLMLM/s1600-h/n776940607_4674197_3423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SRooOx4udnI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/gOYyyrMLMLM/s320/n776940607_4674197_3423.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267566948537759346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay we found someone dressed totally in pink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SRooev12-MI/AAAAAAAAAcg/1ddyVPQL2uM/s1600-h/n776940607_4674195_2710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SRooev12-MI/AAAAAAAAAcg/1ddyVPQL2uM/s320/n776940607_4674195_2710.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267567222866770114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bus-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SRoofvjoYoI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Uf8uVL1I6KY/s1600-h/n776940607_4674198_3797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SRoofvjoYoI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Uf8uVL1I6KY/s320/n776940607_4674198_3797.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267567239970185858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statue game thingy. Hahaha they looked so funny. I had the honor of not acting and instead approaching a random stranger to ask him/her to guess what they were trying to act out. GUESS! What do you think they think they're imitating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it...&lt;br /&gt;1. Save the earth?&lt;br /&gt;2. Save the cheerleader then save the world?&lt;br /&gt;3. Healthy living?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and there was Muffin's birthday (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SRosZx5GPGI/AAAAAAAAAdA/tw9py-ofQDI/s1600-h/DSC01500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SRosZx5GPGI/AAAAAAAAAdA/tw9py-ofQDI/s320/DSC01500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267571535564389474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shared love for pretzels covered with cinnamon sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SRosamgG0II/AAAAAAAAAdI/-RFUvzluSxE/s1600-h/DSC01503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SRosamgG0II/AAAAAAAAAdI/-RFUvzluSxE/s320/DSC01503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267571549686648962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lousy camera. Focus is on the wrong thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SRosbiq_29I/AAAAAAAAAdY/OdpxzjIWTYs/s1600-h/DSC01507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SRosbiq_29I/AAAAAAAAAdY/OdpxzjIWTYs/s320/DSC01507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267571565838457810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice windy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SRosbCt8fyI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/MqxVOMj9bL0/s1600-h/DSC01506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SRosbCt8fyI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/MqxVOMj9bL0/s320/DSC01506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267571557260885794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SRoscUujhoI/AAAAAAAAAdg/EVacPrw7L-Y/s1600-h/DSC01508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SRoscUujhoI/AAAAAAAAAdg/EVacPrw7L-Y/s320/DSC01508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267571579275150978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went blading and biking. We went a pretty long way, when suddenly it started raining. We sought shelter under a random shelter thingy, and we tried to borrow a plastic bag from a couple camping under that shelter to cover our phones, but the couple was quite unfriendly. So we had to wait for the rain to stop before making our way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY I finally have the P.S. I Love You songs. Woot thanks Muffin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song particularly. It's so catchy. I know nobody ever reads lyrics, but in this case, IDON'TCARE! READ IT! IT'S GOOD FOR YOU! Please? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Galway Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, I took a stroll on the old long walk&lt;br /&gt;Of a day -I-ay-I-ay&lt;br /&gt;I met a little girl and we stopped to talk&lt;br /&gt;Of a fine soft day -I-ay-I-ay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I ask you, friend, what's a fella to do&lt;br /&gt;'Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue&lt;br /&gt;And I knew right then I'd be takin' a whirl&lt;br /&gt;'Round the Salthill Prom with a Galway girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were halfway there when the rain came down&lt;br /&gt;Of a day -I-ay-I-ay&lt;br /&gt;And she asked me up to her flat downtown&lt;br /&gt;Of a fine soft day -I-ay-I-ay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I ask you, friend, what's a fella to do&lt;br /&gt;'Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue&lt;br /&gt;So I took her hand and I gave her a twirl&lt;br /&gt;And I lost my heart to a Galway girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up I was all alone&lt;br /&gt;With a broken heart and a ticket home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I ask you now, tell me what would you do&lt;br /&gt;If her hair was black and her eyes were blue&lt;br /&gt;I've traveled around I've been all over this world&lt;br /&gt;Boys I ain't never seen nothin' like a Galway girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-02298957436632202 visible ontop" href="http://media.imeem.com/m/WjDL4EyLV1/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-02298957436632202 visible ontop" href="http://media.imeem.com/m/WjDL4EyLV1/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-02298957436632202 visible ontop" href="http://media.imeem.com/m/WjDL4EyLV1/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-02298957436632202 visible ontop" href="http://media.imeem.com/m/WjDL4EyLV1/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-02298957436632202 visible ontop" href="http://media.imeem.com/m/WjDL4EyLV1/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-02298957436632202 visible ontop" href="http://media.imeem.com/m/WjDL4EyLV1/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-02298957436632202 visible ontop" href="http://media.imeem.com/m/WjDL4EyLV1/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-02298957436632202 visible ontop" href="http://media.imeem.com/m/WjDL4EyLV1/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/WjDL4EyLV1/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/WjDL4EyLV1/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/vRjceZ/music/ml-TaOXA/sharon_shannon_steve_earle_the_galway_girl/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Galway Girl - Sharon Shannon &amp;amp; Steve Earle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerard Butler sings it so much better though. Then again, I'm a little biased. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAN YING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D Sorry this is a little late.&lt;br /&gt;And of course, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUFFIN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You've truly been a blessing to me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I will find a way to you if it kills me&lt;br /&gt;If it kills me&lt;br /&gt;If it kills me&lt;br /&gt;I think it might kill me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-2676796278508250070?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/2676796278508250070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=2676796278508250070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/2676796278508250070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/2676796278508250070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2008/11/coz-even-though-were-miles-and-miles.html' title='&apos;Coz Even Though We&apos;re Miles and Miles Apart,'/><author><name>zope</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SQ-Xvp_vPgI/AAAAAAAAAbg/FFnXUYczebw/s72-c/DSC01142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859355310011619664.post-2982946951524748815</id><published>2008-10-23T09:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:15:27.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy, let's do something, maybe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SP_PEnvMLfI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/EV16bVq5MiA/s400/Praise_and_worship_by_bohemian_me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260150568085368306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Credit: &lt;a href="http://bohemian-me.deviantart.com/" title="DeviantArt"&gt;Natalie Lim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something about walking home. Every journey coming home made so far has resulted in mini-adventures, more than often at my cost. On Tuesday just as I left school it started to drizzle, and within seconds the drizzle turned into cats and dogs -as in, raining cats and dogs-. I began to run, but achieved the "Wet Look" anyway. Thankfully, half way across the bridge, I met Anna and I was gratefully able to share her umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the basis that it never rains when I bring my umbrella, I didn't bother to bring one the next day either. Obviously, a repetition of the previous day was in order, except this time it began to pour literally as soon as I stepped out of school. However, a kind Auntie lent me an umbrella. Thank you Auntie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the bus (which I waited half an hour for, naturally) with my locker's contents (I had decided to clear my locker that day) was a hassle, and only after much struggle did I manage to find some form of comfortable position to sit in. However, because of this, I could not get up in time to get off at my bus stop later and thus missed it. But! It wasn't all bad-- I met an old classmate! At first I didn't recognize Gary Cheung, and wondered why the hell was that guy smiling at me like that. So he was rather taken aback at the frowns I cast him, and it was only after a few embarrassingly long moments that I recognized him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my way home in the end, despite being in a place totally alien to me and still in the pouring rain. Even the trip home from Tioman (which I repeat for the millionth time, is NOT in China!) was eventful- the ferry ran out of petrol in the middle of the ocean. Anyway. I have yet to finish packing for a trip I am to take in about 2 hours so I'd better get a move on. For that same reason, I'll reply tags when I get back. Have fun at the fair today guys! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have no fear of drowning,&lt;br /&gt;It's the breathing that's taking all this work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-2982946951524748815?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/2982946951524748815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=2982946951524748815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/2982946951524748815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/2982946951524748815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2008/10/credit-natalie-lim-crazy-lets-do.html' title='Crazy, let&apos;s do something, maybe.'/><author><name>zope</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SP_PEnvMLfI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/EV16bVq5MiA/s72-c/Praise_and_worship_by_bohemian_me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859355310011619664.post-2325710863673654340</id><published>2008-10-16T21:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T23:36:27.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yan Says My Posts are Too Emo</title><content type='html'>So I'm going to try and emo less! (: (See? Smiley! :D And another one!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically we've gotten back all our results, and the future doesn't look too bright for me. But, I am optimistic! No, actually, more of indifferent. But oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English: Whooopeee 75.9/100 :D I really improved for compre (17.5/25) but I was appalled they took away TWO whole marks for grammar! I am not one for bad grammar!&lt;br /&gt;Math: Emo. Skip.&lt;br /&gt;Bio: Okay lah. 52.5/60&lt;br /&gt;Phy: Hmmm 48.5/60&lt;br /&gt;Lit: Emo. Skip.&lt;br /&gt;Geog: Very emo. Skip skip skip.&lt;br /&gt;History: YAARRRGGHH! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay I shall be happier. It's all said and done now. Good news good news! I played inter-house soccer yesterday and Blackmore Team II (including me, Aditi, Jo Ee and few others) came in first! We got first for benchball too. Whooo go Blackmore! Haha when I was making my way home I suddenly remembered playing the inter-class soccer earlier this year and burst out laughing. I was visualizing Soph running away from the, according to her, 'scary' ball screaming "AHHHH ZOE THE BALL ZOE THE BALLLL!" Hahaha she was supposed to be the defender okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short outbursts of laughter out of nowhere whilst on the way home is not good at all, because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Students of Chong Cheung think I've lost it.&lt;br /&gt;b) I nearly got run over by a van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, speaking of walking home, I saw someone I recognised on the bus that day! Although his face is memorable, his name still escapes me. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's been pretty mundane. We played UNO this morning, and disputes arose over the rules, as usual. I've been playing Cheat too much of the late, and I kept having impulses to lie about the cards that I put down. Then we watched a movie called "Mr Holland's ... something." No no that's not the title; I've forgotten the other half of it. Prefects' Camp till 6; many were humiliated during the games (including me ): ) and training, I felt, was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get back, back, back to the disaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;THE RAP OF THE MUGGERS:&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gettin a shout out to all my muggers out there&lt;br /&gt;wave yo notes in teh air like you just dun care, yo!&lt;br /&gt;Wanna be the best, gotta beat the rest,&lt;br /&gt;gonna be makin yo motto: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lern more sleep less&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we be walkin' thru da valley of da shadow of tests,&lt;br /&gt;take a look at yo life, an' realise there's nothin left,&lt;br /&gt;cuz we be bookin' to lern, we be lernin to book,&lt;br /&gt;hug da mug in our hands, its like we're hooked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got da fools, da slackerz, da playas hatin on me,&lt;br /&gt;imma tell them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-this portion is a bad word and is thus censord-&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Cos dat da way we live, lern or die, ain't it clear?&lt;br /&gt;If you be hatin on da game, dun be hatin da player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We be livin' to mug, cos our muggin is life,&lt;br /&gt;o.d. on caffeine to stay up all night&lt;br /&gt;wanna make a name, brand's poster hall of fame,&lt;br /&gt;we be drinkin' liquid chikin so we can brain today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to be a docta, tryin' to be a lawyer,&lt;br /&gt;tryin' retire at twenty-one an' own a helicopter,&lt;br /&gt;but first we gonna mug, gotta chase those a's,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gonna mug all night, then mug all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We be skoolin' our minds, to lern some more,&lt;br /&gt;Star dual-wieldin cups, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cuz we mug hardcore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Adapted: &lt;a href="http://adenosinetriphosphatepoetry.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html"&gt;http://adenosinetriphosphatepoetry.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-2325710863673654340?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/2325710863673654340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=2325710863673654340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/2325710863673654340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/2325710863673654340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2008/10/yan-says-my-posts-are-too-emo.html' title='Yan Says My Posts are Too Emo'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-2850878405572552157</id><published>2008-10-10T01:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T07:18:21.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Coz I Got Over You</title><content type='html'>I am over EOYs! YYESSSSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before listening compre, Mrs Lee was standing outside with us talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Lee: So how are you all going to celebrate?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Go to town. Watch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Lee: Which movie?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Don't know. Doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Lee: Hahaha going to paint the town red is it?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeahh...&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Lee: Well don't make a nuisance of yourself, huh girls. You all are in uniform.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh no I brought change of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Lee: Haha so now can make a nuisance&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeahh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the day with Eunice, Wei Qin, and Desmond. Swee Yan was busy and Wei Sheng had O's. So that left us. The group of coolest prefects in the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm440/clife026/DSC00818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At MG's bus stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm440/clife026/DSC00819.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice doesn't like me anymore ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm440/clife026/DSC00822.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeee wiiiiiiiii at Eunice's house where I stole half her loaf of bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm440/clife026/DSC00826.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay I beat Eunice's score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm440/clife026/DSC00827.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw I got zero ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm440/clife026/DSC00824.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show-off Eunice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm440/clife026/DSC00840.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cracks me up. At the bus stop going to Wei Qin's school after changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm440/clife026/DSC00843.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkeying about in the toilet while waiting for Wei Qin to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm440/clife026/DSC00846.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to divide us with that line but her hand moved ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm440/clife026/DSC00849.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm440/clife026/DSC00850.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm440/clife026/DSC00853.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making a nuisance of ourselves in the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm440/clife026/DSC00856.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The princess waits for the traffic light to turn green &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;under the shade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm440/clife026/DSC00857.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Sausage Factory. See the  o_0 face? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm440/clife026/DSC00859.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm440/clife026/DSC00860.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben and Jerry's. Awesome ice cream, as usual. Expensive too. We mixed Phish Food, NY Fudge, and some Brownie flavour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm440/clife026/DSC00862.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was inside the Ben and Jerry's cafe-like place! Cool, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm440/clife026/DSC00863.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Wei Qin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm440/clife026/DSC00864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Wei Qin, and half a Eunice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm440/clife026/DSC00866.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Qin &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; close her eyes and Eunice &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; shake the camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm440/clife026/DSC00867.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reunite at long last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Felt really good to see them all again. I've missed them people a great deal. And I stand by my opinion that when Wei Qin and Eunice talk rubbish together, I can stand neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired. Spent from 11 to 1.22 doing the skin and now I don't like it. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't actually have anything more to say that would make sense, so I'll be off then. I'll reply you loyal taggers tomorrow (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-2850878405572552157?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/2850878405572552157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=2850878405572552157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/2850878405572552157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/2850878405572552157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2008/10/coz-i-got-over-you.html' title='&apos;Coz I Got Over You'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-3258109099179285397</id><published>2008-09-23T19:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T10:38:23.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upon A Star</title><content type='html'>IWISHTHISWOULDALLENDREALQUICKSOICOULDBEWITHYOUAGAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how Stef sings "Mirror/Angel of Music":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I sing very nicely! Want to hear?&lt;br /&gt;A-heeheeheeheeheeheehee-ngel-heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we didn't get to "of music" because she just couldn't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What do ya wanna be when you grow up?"&lt;br /&gt;"A phantom."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiatus! Back on the 8th October-ish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-3258109099179285397?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/3258109099179285397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=3258109099179285397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/3258109099179285397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/3258109099179285397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2008/09/iwishthiswouldallendrealquicksoicouldbe.html' title='Upon A Star'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-2466560730248408081</id><published>2008-09-12T22:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T22:56:11.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil Cookies and Random Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SMqAAJkwFQI/AAAAAAAAAS0/LGPdL9A8J5w/s400/cookies__by_sagethewinger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture thanks to a brilliant artist on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviantART.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookies are evil things designed to make one feel fat but only desire more. Giving in to this desire consequates in one feeling sick, often starting with the common "sore throat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. I started with one cookie my maid just baked. It was good. So I had another. Then the obvious happened: I finished the WHOLE jar okay! Tsk tsk. Now my throat hurts. Just as well it was after both my orals. Today's oral was pretty okay. I think. There was this girl reading at the next table, and either I have supersonic hearing, or she was quite loud. So she caused me to keep stumbling! Everytime I'd accidentally start listening to her and I'd skip a few words. So for example, I'd be reading, "after so... misfires."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. All's well that ends well... Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random quotes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: I don't think I'm going to marry next time. I don't feel like getting married; I feel like going home to eat chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stef: I think most guys named Ryan are hot&lt;br /&gt;(Weeeelllll.... I don't know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justina: You're not going to smell me? Why don't you want to smell me?&lt;br /&gt;(This was after PE okay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And! Ummm, in another random note, do you want to read my translation for Jason Mraz "I'm Yours"? Cos i'm not laptop-ing so there isn't Chinese language and if you don't want to read then I won't bother turning on my laptop but you should want to read it because I think it's quite nice but then again everyone's got their own opinion so it's okay if you don't share mine though I'll be quite hurt but I think it should be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe sorry I just felt like typing my longest sentance ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 days to doom!&lt;br /&gt;26 days to freedom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-2466560730248408081?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/2466560730248408081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=2466560730248408081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/2466560730248408081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/2466560730248408081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2008/09/picture-thanks-to-brilliant-artist-on.html' title='Evil Cookies and Random Quotes'/><author><name>zope</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SMqAAJkwFQI/AAAAAAAAAS0/LGPdL9A8J5w/s72-c/cookies__by_sagethewinger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859355310011619664.post-2021246088245672579</id><published>2008-09-09T22:34:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T23:05:23.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phantom of the Opera</title><content type='html'>THE PHAAAAAAAAAANTOMOFTHEOPERA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh Yan (and Gerard Butler, cough cough) have got me hooked on The Phantom of the Opera. Although I've never seen the show, me and Yan do duets whenever free time allows us (i.e. we make a lot of noise during recess.) But Yan says she's getting sick of it ): (Heh we do 30 shows a day). I want a new duet partner! :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(From memory:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In sleep he sang to me&lt;br /&gt;In dreams he came,&lt;br /&gt;Something something something&lt;br /&gt;Dare I dream again?&lt;br /&gt;For now I find,&lt;br /&gt;THE PHAAAAAAAAANTOMOFTHEOPERA ISTHERE&lt;br /&gt;Inside my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(my turn my turn!)&lt;br /&gt;Sing once again with me,&lt;br /&gt;Our strange duet&lt;br /&gt;My power over you,&lt;br /&gt;Grows stronger yet&lt;br /&gt;And though you turn from me,&lt;br /&gt;To glance behind,&lt;br /&gt;THE PHAAAAAAAAAANTOMOFTHEOPERA ISTHERE&lt;br /&gt;Inside your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I translated it! Into Chinese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;再跟我唱一遍！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们的歌！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我控制的量力，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;越来越大&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然你不看我，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而转后面，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And then I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ache-y breaky heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-2021246088245672579?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/2021246088245672579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=2021246088245672579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/2021246088245672579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/2021246088245672579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2008/09/phaaaaaaaaaantomoftheopera-heh-yan-and.html' title='Phantom of the Opera'/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-1535867428437450080</id><published>2008-09-02T23:12:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T01:06:59.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sophia told me in capital letters that my blog has died. I quote, "NI DE BLOG-GER SI LE!" So here i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite tired as of now so I'll just be random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Sakae Sushi, on the last day of its existence before it re-opens in the new wing in Northpoint in October, we decided to eat there rather coincidentally. My dad tried to joke with the waiter and only succeeded in scaring him away, and I pointed this out to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dad&lt;/u&gt;: No I didn’t! And plus, the only people I’m meant to scare away is your boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Me&lt;/u&gt;: Then I won’t marry anyone. I’ll become a spinster and scare you away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dad&lt;/u&gt;: What! How could you do this to me? I have to scare your boyfriends so that the other two (my brother and sister) can have it easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Loui&lt;/u&gt;: Then I can bring home a boyfriend with blue hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mum&lt;/u&gt;: That’s okay, ‘cos me and your dad are going to have orange and yellow hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dad&lt;/u&gt;: Yeah. We’ll be a rainbow family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and today, I was honestly elated when I found Cyprus pictures, from the trip last year June. Here's from the water fight at my cousins' house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SL1mrq3TuAI/AAAAAAAAASE/u5d10VajMvM/s400/DSC00973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241458441755801602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a cold welcome. Literally, freezing cold welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SL1mrql4TKI/AAAAAAAAASM/sGnnCrD_DT0/s400/DSC00974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241458441682701474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SL1mrRZSU3I/AAAAAAAAAR8/nFT9B4YZ6YE/s400/DSC00979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241458434918994802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messed up hair. Not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SL1o14mdLLI/AAAAAAAAASU/pRVjK6Uh-ho/s400/DSC00993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241460816265161906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin is a giant. He towers over my sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SL1o2Ns1BFI/AAAAAAAAASc/4pHpHsF0GCU/s400/DSC00998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241460821929034834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even a wall can stand between me and my target. Well, metaphorically, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SL1o2hoa65I/AAAAAAAAASk/0lkXSmVGy68/s400/DSC01003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241460827279256466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does she enjoy tormenting me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SL1o29ILSiI/AAAAAAAAASs/IpMmiM58rrU/s400/DSC01004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241460834660207138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I remember that day like it was yesterday. Actually, better than yesterday. I can't remember what happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed over to their house for a barbeque, unsuspectingly right into the heart of the trap. The first pictures depict the welcome we received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After revenge was taken and more revenge following that, after everyone put up a good fight, the neighbours went home and we went to get changed. It turns out my parents knew ahead of us about the trap and brought extra clothes, but what they forgot to account for was shoes. If you can see in the pictures, fully soaked meant even my toes. Thus I attempted to borrow shoes from my cousins, but they were either too small (Louiza's shoes) or humongous (Costandino's shoes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Forgot to say; both my sister and younger cousin have the same name. If you watched "My Big Fat Greek Wedding", you would notice that this is not uncommon. In the movie, almost every male in the movie was named "Nick" or "Nicholas" and the females had a common name too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn I really want to go back to Cyprus ): THE awesomest! I miss June 07. I miss Dec 07. I miss June 08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. MUGG! 25 days to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gone! The past has past; let go and move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-1535867428437450080?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/1535867428437450080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=1535867428437450080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/1535867428437450080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/1535867428437450080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2008/09/sophia-told-me-in-capital-letters-that.html' title=''/><author><name>zope</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SL1mrq3TuAI/AAAAAAAAASE/u5d10VajMvM/s72-c/DSC00973.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859355310011619664.post-5585307904303533795</id><published>2008-08-17T15:21:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T04:45:42.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Picture credits to Jeanne; she wants them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea credits for which pictures though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SKfSPFH7PVI/AAAAAAAAARU/LSflpavtlRw/s320/robyn_1_by_night_fate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235384248356781394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Picture credits to artist at &lt;a href="http://deviantart.com/"&gt;deviantART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pretty much left this blog for dead for the past 10 days, but I'm back! For this short period of time, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes of guitar practice a day, and my fingertips have lost all sensation. The guitar's out of tune, but what does it matter, I'm tone deaf anyway. Can't really tell. I only know cos my mum says so. I think that's why I always do badly for the singing part of aural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week has been pretty alright. Oh oh on Thursday it was incredible. FUN FUN FUN hahaha. Okay at first I had to make a 1h 30 min journey to school to stay there for 1 hour for prefect training. We were taught to use the new cash register. It's terribly complicated and I forsee much confusion being caused by that machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to Angle's house (Yan, Evan, shut up) and we mugged till about 2, being entertained by her brother on and off. Heh the card tricks and coin tricks are pretty cool, and I am bent on finding the tricks to them. Insults and remarks exchanged as well; usual stuff. Then at about 4 we went to run at the park nearby, and play at the monkey bars. It was scary for me, because after all these years I found out I'm still afraid of heights :\ But! It was an accomplishment, for I made it to the top! I'll post pictures soon as she uploads them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah then on the way home I met Ben (as in Brandon's/Brendon's brother) and his friend at City Hall. I thought it was cool that we met on the same train and same carriage, cos through experiences, I know the odds of that are kinda slim. Oh but it was cool, because on Friday I met the other Ben, Ben Ngeow, crossing at Khatib MRT. I thought it would have been cooler if I met Ben Choy on Saturday at some MRT as well, then we would have a complete circle, but it wasn't meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! Friday was also my sister's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy birthday, Louie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(15 Aug) Will love you always, despite how much you drive me up the wall (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH speaking of birthdays,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy belated birthday, Cayln!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(12 Aug) Even though I don't see much of you recently, know that I haven't forgotten you in the least, and you can count on me coming after you after your O's end (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy birthday in advance, Evangeline! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(19 Aug) YOU RETARD I'm so glad I met you! Cliche as that sounds, TIS TRUE! :D You have brought so much joy into my life I'm not sure how some gloomy days would have gone without you there by my side (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH EOYs are coming! 42 days ): When that number reaches 30, I'm going to turn off my internet, ask my mum to change my Facebook password, and not post till after EOYs (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I gotta study for physics now. Till next time then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wayward thoughts; confusion and regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-5585307904303533795?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/5585307904303533795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=5585307904303533795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/5585307904303533795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/5585307904303533795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2008/08/picture-credits-to-jeanne-because-she.html' title=''/><author><name>zope</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SKfSPFH7PVI/AAAAAAAAARU/LSflpavtlRw/s72-c/robyn_1_by_night_fate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859355310011619664.post-948386930755273469</id><published>2008-08-07T22:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T23:32:04.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SJsOg3nfUcI/AAAAAAAAARM/XYdRMQ3BdhU/s320/Guitar_Hero_by_casey_of_oz.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231791349969146306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture thanks to a brilliant artist on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;deviantART.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's like me. As far as I'll ever get with a guitar--a cool-looking toy guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very much unlike this cool dude, who mixed Five Minutes to Midnight (by Boys Like Girls) and Secret Valentine (by We the Kings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-028489559659467845 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/iDLZrDvIbpU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-028489559659467845 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/iDLZrDvIbpU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-028489559659467845 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/iDLZrDvIbpU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-028489559659467845 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/iDLZrDvIbpU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iDLZrDvIbpU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iDLZrDvIbpU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos from Prefects' Installation&lt;/span&gt; (4 Aug, Monday), an event in which I conveniently forgot to invite my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SJsOEkrcuRI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/s5R8aaQc6xo/s320/n690441194_1564203_3009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231790863849142546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look horrendous when i'm stoning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SJsOEi-xXZI/AAAAAAAAARE/DdRSB2RGPz4/s320/n690441194_1564221_7141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231790863393316242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SJsOEjPImzI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/9G2coLpsaGs/s320/n690441194_1564220_6889.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231790863461948210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parading down the catwalk. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks for cheering, 2M (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is everyone addicted to Twlight? Heh the only thing I know about it is that there is a vampire, who is very hot, and is called Edward. And that's because Stef told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you done done me and you bet I felt it&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted&lt;br /&gt;I fell right through the cracks and now I'm trying to get back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the cool done run out I'll be giving it my bestest&lt;br /&gt;And nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention&lt;br /&gt;I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait, I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well open up your mind and see like me&lt;br /&gt;Open up your plans and damn you're free&lt;br /&gt;Look into your heart and you'll find love love love love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the music of the moment, dance and sing&lt;br /&gt;We're just one big family&lt;br /&gt;And it's our God-forsaken right to be loved loved loved loved loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait, I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to complicate, our time is short&lt;br /&gt;This is our fate, I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-d-do do you, do you, d-d-do, do you want to come?&lt;br /&gt;Scooch on over closer dear, I'll whisper in your ear&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes love, love love love love love&lt;br /&gt;Love you love, love you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending way too long tricking my tongue in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer&lt;br /&gt;But my breath fogged up the glass&lt;br /&gt;And so I drew a new face and I laughed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I be saying is there ain't no better reason&lt;br /&gt;To rid yourself of vanities and just go with the seasons&lt;br /&gt;It's what we aim to do, our name is our virtue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait, I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on and open up your mind and see like me&lt;br /&gt;(I won't hesitate)&lt;br /&gt;Open up your plans and damn you're free&lt;br /&gt;(No more, no more)&lt;br /&gt;Look into your heart and you'll find that the sky is yours&lt;br /&gt;(It cannot wait, I'm sure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please don't, there's no need&lt;br /&gt;(There's no need to complicate)&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to complicate&lt;br /&gt;(Our time is short)&lt;br /&gt;'Cause our time is short&lt;br /&gt;(This is our fate)&lt;br /&gt;This is, this is, this is our fate&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours, I'm sayin' I'm yours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-948386930755273469?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/948386930755273469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=948386930755273469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/948386930755273469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/948386930755273469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2008/08/picture-thanks-to-brilliant-artist-on.html' title=''/><author><name>zope</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SJsOg3nfUcI/AAAAAAAAARM/XYdRMQ3BdhU/s72-c/Guitar_Hero_by_casey_of_oz.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859355310011619664.post-153678705538004983</id><published>2008-08-03T13:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T14:25:19.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! 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Because I'm bored. It's so cool (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will you remember me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I won't forget you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-153678705538004983?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/153678705538004983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=153678705538004983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/153678705538004983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/153678705538004983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2008/08/beatbox-fame-game-uploaded-by-loranger.html' title=''/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-3778568869173886237</id><published>2008-08-02T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T22:09:36.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wan Rui's birthday party today. She made us come in the theme of celebrity. Most people glammed up and came in dresses, I went as Zac Efron! The shirt was... A little too big I would say. Hahaha. Siyan was going to go with me as Vanessa Hudgens but she bailed last minute ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty awesome there. Haha. I found another Vanessa Hugdens! Han Ying! She was such a look-alike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SJRqAKHA7aI/AAAAAAAAAQs/sl2TKsyRI6I/s320/DSC01388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229921618230308258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we took pictures in the toilet! Duh!&lt;br /&gt;Zac Efron is gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this catwalk thing, and as usual we had to strike a pose at the end, so me and Vanessa decided to get engaged and our pose was the go-on-one-knee-oh-my-it's-a-proposal pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWESOMENESS! I should get to studying now ): Anti-climax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is the story of a girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who cried a river and drowned the whole world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And while she looked so sad in photographs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I absolutely love her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When she smiles... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-3778568869173886237?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/3778568869173886237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=3778568869173886237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/3778568869173886237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/3778568869173886237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2008/08/wan-ruis-birthday-party-today.html' title=''/><author><name>zope</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SJRqAKHA7aI/AAAAAAAAAQs/sl2TKsyRI6I/s72-c/DSC01388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859355310011619664.post-8954979586191495975</id><published>2008-08-01T20:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T21:12:38.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SJMLUrV5lBI/AAAAAAAAAQk/bnB3ELpEtGE/s320/_here_goes_the_bubble_by_mi4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229536042167145490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whhheeee. Post common test highness disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn today was tiring. We played volleyball during PE. Grouped with Yan, Tultul, Urmi and went against Angle, Vaishu, Aditi, and uhhhh... Darn I don't remember. I'm terribly sorry, whoever it is I've missed out. Anyway. It was fantastic! And we were the awesomest! Oh fine. I won't brag. But we still made a pretty good team (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had leadership training after school, then prefect installation. Finished at about 6.10, then walked home with Yan and Eunice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH on the bus there was this guy sitting behind me, and he was on the phone. So I UNINTENTIONALLY listened in on the conversation, but I realised I couldn't understand a word, for he was Korean! So cool. Then when the bus passed Hwa Chong this guy boarded, and i thought he looked really familiar. So i was rude and stared at him for a really long time, then i realised he used to go to my primary school. A year my senior, if i'm not wrong. Benford! I remember his name now. The ang moh looking dude; the team leader prefect one. Was he assistant head prefect or something? OH! No! That was his best friend. Jonathan or something like that. The FIRST &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;male &lt;/span&gt;head prefect in a very very very very long time. Anyway. Back to Benford. I think he noticed me staring. So I stopped. I got bored anyway. Thus, I slept. He has darn cool hair lah. I don't know; I just think it looks cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH i came home at 8 to have dinner. My sister insists on practicing oral with me so I'm pretending I'm listening to her and being a very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;encouraging &lt;/span&gt;sister, showering her with compliments. Oh my she just went on to Chinese. This I won't stand for. I'm going to play music :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAHHHHH. Why aren't you ever online when I want you to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, This place&lt;br /&gt;Misused, Mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Too long too late&lt;br /&gt;Who was I to make you wait&lt;br /&gt;Just one chance&lt;br /&gt;Just one breath&lt;br /&gt;Just in case there's just one left&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know, you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I've loved you all along&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;I keep dreaming you'll be with me&lt;br /&gt;And you'll never go&lt;br /&gt;Stop breathing if&lt;br /&gt;I don't see you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my knees, I'll ask&lt;br /&gt;Last chance for one last dance&lt;br /&gt;'Cause with you, I'd withstand&lt;br /&gt;All of Hell to hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it all&lt;br /&gt;I'd give for us&lt;br /&gt;Give anything, but I won't give up&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know, you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;Far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;Far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know, you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;I wanted&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to stay&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I needed&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I loved you all along&lt;br /&gt;And I forgive you&lt;br /&gt;For being away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;So keep breathing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me,and never let me go&lt;br /&gt;Keep breathing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore&lt;br /&gt;Believe it&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me never let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My sincere apologies! Atiqah has clarified that she got 280 for PSLE, and not 279! Oh the disgrace! So so sorry! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-8954979586191495975?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/8954979586191495975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=8954979586191495975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/8954979586191495975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/8954979586191495975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2008/08/darn-today-was-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>zope</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SJMLUrV5lBI/AAAAAAAAAQk/bnB3ELpEtGE/s72-c/_here_goes_the_bubble_by_mi4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859355310011619664.post-212825419976043830</id><published>2008-07-31T16:47:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T19:30:02.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SJF9-MlA0XI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Iz7zHWt-uyc/s320/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229099149835686258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATIQAH ATIQAH ATIQAH! You're in the anniversary magazine! :D Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt; But it should come as no surprise anyway. AAHHH You got 279! I'm still not over that. Haha. She's the one in green, the  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RGS &lt;/span&gt;blazer. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SJF_BQaZ6eI/AAAAAAAAAQc/I4ATf_ogn6Y/s320/fly_away_by_equilibriumgeo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229100301916170722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so free! They have made common tests common, and now they're so taxing because they feel like exams! :\ But i think this is a better system, because it makes us study. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Geography test, I was really really really blessed, because I only managed to study chapter 4 and half of chapter 5 due to a... umm... never mind. It's unimportant. I should be pissed about it just like how you always are when I make the same mistake but somehow I can't bring myself to do that. AAhhh. No one knows what i'm on about so i shall stop talking to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, everyone was telling me not to worry, because chapter 6 was common sense, but i worried about it anyway. In the end, only chapter 4 was tested! How cool is that? But i have to stop doing this last-minute-revision thing. It's terrible. My whole life is turned upside down every time there's a test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The literature didn't go too well, I felt. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't good either. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had recess with Evan and Stefanie today. Haha we stole Stef's milo nuggets. She put up a good fight for it. But they were ours none the less (: I think Stef and I are really going to drive lao shi up the wall. I hope she doesn't separate us :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All other ground is sinking sand&lt;br /&gt;A doubting maze of desert land&lt;br /&gt;Where darkness rules the heart of man&lt;br /&gt;Till the Son shines light on him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord of all, show You're strong&lt;br /&gt;On our knees we fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a Cornerstone, be a Cornerstone&lt;br /&gt;Be the Rock higher than I&lt;br /&gt;Be my Fortress wall&lt;br /&gt;Be a Foundation for all&lt;br /&gt;My Cornerstone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The buildings swaying in the wind&lt;br /&gt;The towers crumble down again&lt;br /&gt;This certainly will be the end&lt;br /&gt;Of them not built on Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord of all, show you're strong&lt;br /&gt;On our knees we fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, You are the Builder of my heart&lt;br /&gt;You've, held me together from the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a Cornerstone, be a Cornerstone&lt;br /&gt;Be the Rock higher than I&lt;br /&gt;Be my Fortress wall&lt;br /&gt;Be a Foundation for all&lt;br /&gt;My Cornerstone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;You can't read this unless you tag (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-212825419976043830?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/212825419976043830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=212825419976043830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/212825419976043830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/212825419976043830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2008/07/atiqah-atiqah-atiqah-youre-in.html' title=''/><author><name>zope</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SJF9-MlA0XI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Iz7zHWt-uyc/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859355310011619664.post-1260332541937789123</id><published>2008-07-28T01:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T01:54:32.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SIyvTLGhaMI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AYFZgMSEVpI/s320/Books_by_blacktigerdesign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227746011402823874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUG MUG MUG MUG MUG! :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sure by now&lt;br /&gt;God You would have reached down&lt;br /&gt;And wiped our tears away&lt;br /&gt;Stepped in and saved the day&lt;br /&gt;But once again, I say "Amen", and it's still raining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as the thunder rolls&lt;br /&gt;I barely hear Your whisper through the rain&lt;br /&gt;"I'm with you"&lt;br /&gt;And as Your mercy falls&lt;br /&gt;I raise my hands and praise the God who gives&lt;br /&gt;And takes away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll praise You in this storm&lt;br /&gt;And I will lift my hands&lt;br /&gt;For You are who You are&lt;br /&gt;No matter where I am&lt;br /&gt;Every tear I've cried&lt;br /&gt;You hold in Your hand&lt;br /&gt;You never left my side&lt;br /&gt;And though my heart is torn&lt;br /&gt;I will praise You in this storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled in the wind&lt;br /&gt;You heard my cry&lt;br /&gt;You raised me up again&lt;br /&gt;My strength is almost gone&lt;br /&gt;How can I carry on&lt;br /&gt;If I can't find You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lift my eyes unto the hills&lt;br /&gt;Where does my help come from?&lt;br /&gt;My help comes from the Lord&lt;br /&gt;The Maker of Heaven and Earth&lt;br /&gt;I lift my eyes unto the hills&lt;br /&gt;Where does my help come from?&lt;br /&gt;My help comes from the Lord&lt;br /&gt;The Maker of Heaven and Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I think i like you.&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/4859355310011619664-1260332541937789123?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/1260332541937789123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=1260332541937789123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/1260332541937789123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/1260332541937789123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2008/07/mug-mug-mug-mug-mug.html' title=''/><author><name>zope</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SIyvTLGhaMI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AYFZgMSEVpI/s72-c/Books_by_blacktigerdesign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859355310011619664.post-3005615205694400045</id><published>2008-07-26T14:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T15:03:54.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While revising for the upcoming lit test, found this off a website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"One possible explanation for Antonio’s melancholy is that he is hopelessly in love with Bassanio. Although he never admits it, the evidence suggests that he is in love with somebody. His friends think he is in love, and while he denies the suggestion that he is worried about his ships with a calm, well-reasoned argument, he responds to the suggestion that he is in love with a simple “[f]ie, fie” (I.i.46). Moreover, melancholy was traditionally regarded as a symptom of lovesickness in Shakespeare’s time, yet no female lover for Antonio is alluded to in the play. Antonio is extravagant in his professions of love for Bassanio, and while extravagant protestations of love between upper-class men were not considered abnormal at the time, we may hear a double entendre in his assurance that “[m]y purse, my person, my extremest means / Lie all unlocked to your occasions” (I.i.138–139). The explicit sense of this statement is that Antonio will make himself and his physical person available to help Bassanio, but it could be construed to mean that his body, or person, is available for Bassanio’s pleasure. The idea that Antonio is in love with Bassanio would explain his motivation for risking his life, as well as lend his character a certain poignancy, as Antonio puts his own life and wealth in jeopardy to help Bassanio woo someone else"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my word! Antonio is really gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to write that for the essay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-3005615205694400045?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/3005615205694400045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=3005615205694400045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/3005615205694400045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/3005615205694400045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2008/07/while-revising-for-upcoming-lit-test.html' title=''/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-3336188546229132391</id><published>2008-07-26T11:16:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T11:39:46.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel too bored to do my homework. That can't be good. And my fingers hurt from trying to play the guitar. I'm going to learn a song to play it for someone (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Justina yesterday, to Centrepoint. Didn't go to school though, overslept and saw no point in rushing to school after that. It would have been so embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just met Angle for lunch. She wanted to travel in the same train, so she waited for me at Bishan, then i called her to let her know my train was approaching. So she boarded, then we discovered we were at opposite ends of the train. She insisted on me going to other side, and being the birthday girl, i had to comply. I felt like such an idiot, squeezing my way past everyone. So she suggested that at the next stop, I run out and run back into another carriage. However, as people made their way out, I looked over to the next carriage and discovered she was in the next one all along. So we were able to take the same train from Newton to Somerset. Utter retards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treated her to Fish &amp;amp; Co. My entire one and a half week's pocket money gone ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to walk around. Went to Arena, then Esprit. I like this season's stuff. Can't wait till it's over and comes to the outlet at a much cheaper cost. Save save save! Then spend it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos from S4 Farewell:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SIqY9mtOPFI/AAAAAAAAAPU/sMAiCFkW3OM/s320/DSCN6861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227158501646548050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SIqY9wCrRUI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Kx4h-TW7bGA/s320/DSCN6889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227158504152450370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spreading the love and the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SIqY9_Ik5kI/AAAAAAAAAPk/qoUDAr9XGL4/s320/DSCN6902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227158508203730498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the hurry? I'm one of the game ICs so i'll just declare myself winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SIqY-M_9RrI/AAAAAAAAAPs/UVzhR731zYg/s320/DSCN6917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227158511925675698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SIqZPduKR5I/AAAAAAAAAP0/_tsRdNy7TmQ/s320/DSCN6940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227158808472209298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SIqZPlmjPVI/AAAAAAAAAP8/G3RY7Qa2gOA/s320/n560335225_3620497_710.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227158810587774290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SIqZPhN8plI/AAAAAAAAAQE/cR5pXBM5oh8/s320/n676380097_737489_5384.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227158809410840146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know you're unlike any other?&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my thunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bring on the rain&lt;br /&gt;And bring on the thunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-3336188546229132391?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/3336188546229132391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=3336188546229132391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/3336188546229132391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/3336188546229132391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-feel-too-bored-to-do-my-homework.html' title=''/><author><name>zope</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SIqY9mtOPFI/AAAAAAAAAPU/sMAiCFkW3OM/s72-c/DSCN6861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859355310011619664.post-8499896281492542721</id><published>2008-07-22T19:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T19:49:08.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The thing about love&lt;br /&gt;Is i never saw it coming&lt;br /&gt;It kinda crept up and took me by surprise&lt;br /&gt;And now there’s a voice inside my heart that’s got me wondering&lt;br /&gt;Is this true, i want to hear it one more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move in a little closer&lt;br /&gt;Take it to a whisper&lt;br /&gt;Just a little louder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it again for me&lt;br /&gt;Cuz i love the way it feels when you are telling me that i’m&lt;br /&gt;The only one who blows your mind&lt;br /&gt;Say it again for me&lt;br /&gt;It’s like the whole world stops to listen&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me you’re in love&lt;br /&gt;Say it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing about you is you know just how to get me&lt;br /&gt;You talk about us like there’s no end in sight&lt;br /&gt;The thing about me is that i really want to let you&lt;br /&gt;Open that door and walk into my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move in a little closer&lt;br /&gt;Take it to a whisper&lt;br /&gt;Just a little louder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it again for me&lt;br /&gt;Cuz i love the way it feels when you are telling me that i’m&lt;br /&gt;The only one who blows your mind&lt;br /&gt;Say it again for me&lt;br /&gt;It’s like the whole world stops to listen&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me you’re in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like it’s the first time&lt;br /&gt;That anybody's ever brought the sun without the rain&lt;br /&gt;And never in my whole life&lt;br /&gt;Have I heard words as beautiful as when you say my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it again for me&lt;br /&gt;Cuz i love the way it feels when you are telling me that i’m&lt;br /&gt;The only one who blows your mind&lt;br /&gt;Say it again for me&lt;br /&gt;It’s like the whole world stops to listen&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me you’re in love&lt;br /&gt;Say it again (x9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me you’re in love…&lt;br /&gt;Say it again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been addicted to this song for quite a while. Trying to get it out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is tiring! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha Angle and Dumbass are funny funny retards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragged Justina to Yishun today, and she discovered the Esprit outlet. "ZOE! Oh my gosh so cheap! I have this dress! How much are they charging? What! I'm so pissed i paid so much more for it! Oh look at this! It's nice and cheap too! Whoa! This one! So cheap!" On the bus we received stares from onlookers while we had our own photoshoot. She should be uploading the photos on facebook soon, though I hope for my own good that she doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a physics test. Pretty easy, all save the last question. Didn't know so just exercised creativity and drew what I felt like drawing for the refraction thing. Did a compo today as well. "What are the qualities you look for in a best friend?" Haha Justina cut Mrs Lim off while she was writing the title on the board and thought it was about characteristics for a future husband. Figures. (: Half way through the composition I had no idea what i was writing but my hand seemed to know what it was doing so i just let it do its thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'd better sleep early tonight. Sleeping at 1am makes it hard to live through Chinese the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's hard to make a conversation&lt;br /&gt;When he's taking my breath away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-8499896281492542721?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/8499896281492542721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=8499896281492542721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/8499896281492542721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/8499896281492542721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2008/07/thing-about-love-is-i-never-saw-it.html' title=''/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-6249772693102897828</id><published>2008-07-20T17:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T21:26:45.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I deduce, without further ado, corrections, or doubts, that you're very very mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;Yet you charm me to pieces every single time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-6249772693102897828?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/6249772693102897828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=6249772693102897828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/6249772693102897828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/6249772693102897828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-deduce-without-further-ado.html' title=''/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-1440654776656255106</id><published>2008-07-19T20:33:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T22:31:14.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The week was kinda.. Just.. Whoa. I actually don't remember what happened though. Just that it was terribly busy. Monday there was Malay, and we got back our papers. I got higher than 10! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Tuesday we got back our English compos, drama comments, and some other things. I didn't do as well as I expected ): MUG MORE! After school I went for dental appointment and the dentist took the mold for the bite plate thing for next month. Apprehension grips me. I'm not in the least looking forward to it :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was the bowling competition, and after 2 weeks my team sucked, me inclusive. But there was this girl who joined us at the last minute, and she was superb! She was amazing! I feel kinda bad that we dragged the team score down but Liz and I had fun, so oh well. I quote, "I'm not high! I'm just being lame." We drove Sue Huey crazy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On thursday was the History test. It was such a miracle; everything I studied for came out! I really prayed hard; I didn't have sufficient time to study. Then after school I had detention (monitoring, not being punished), then had tuition till late. Pepper is seriously adorable! And she's a caring sister too. She always leaves a bit of her food for her greedy greedy brother, Ginger. In case you're wondering, I'm not referring to my tuition teacher, or any other human being. These are 2 of my tuition teacher's 8 cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was Sec 4 farewell. It was a bittersweet time; it was really sad that the Sec 4s had to leave us, but it was awesomely fun. Although I got drenched. And although I didn't bring extra shorts. Or thought of keeping my pinafore dry. BUT! All the same. It was fun. I was station master for the minesweeper game. I had fun spilling water over everyone (: But, what you get is what you deserve, and what goes around comes around. The groups were allowed to dump whatever water was left in the pail on me, and I didn't spray them enough, so there was a lot of water left in the bucket for EACH group. By the time the second left the station, I was soaked from head to toe. ): Justina and Sophia are crazy. They WANTED to get wet. I, on the other hand, was freezing cold for about over an hour. And got flour stuck in my ear because water and flour is sticky together :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Good week (: Grand finale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! Here's some pictures from the last SALT CIP in June (11- 12). I thought of putting them up 'cos i looked through the SALT pictures after the farewell... I've put some of the more sane ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SIHnAJOF9DI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Yn4WUBiBoXw/s320/DSC01100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224711032387531826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy crazy Amy and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SIHnAQeSC3I/AAAAAAAAAO8/VrxO3q0oGpo/s320/DSC01109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224711034334481266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy and Nicole are um. Holding hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SIHnAtCufgI/AAAAAAAAAPE/vLL3oAK1yH0/s320/DSC01112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224711042003533314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty See Yue, Piggy Giselle, and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SIHnA7O66JI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sIADMWyQJZA/s320/DSC01117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224711045812775058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were playing twister using a snakes-and-ladders life-sized board. Don't try this at home.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one trapped under the Jacksonite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really going to miss the Sec 4s! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think I just drew a bulls'-eye on my own Achilles' heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISSING YOU. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Footprints in the Sand by Leona Lewis&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For thy sec 4s...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walked with me,&lt;br /&gt;Footprints in the sand,&lt;br /&gt;And helped me understand,&lt;br /&gt;Where I'm going,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walked with me,&lt;br /&gt;When I was all alone,&lt;br /&gt;With so much unknown,&lt;br /&gt;Along the way,&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard you say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm always there,&lt;br /&gt;When your heart is filled with sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;And despair, I'll carry you&lt;br /&gt;When you need a friend&lt;br /&gt;You'll find my footprints in the sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see my life flash across the sky,&lt;br /&gt;So many times have I been so afraid.&lt;br /&gt;And just when I, I thought I lost my way,&lt;br /&gt;You gave me strength to carry on,&lt;br /&gt;That's when you say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you&lt;br /&gt;I'm always there&lt;br /&gt;When your heart is filled&lt;br /&gt;With sorrow and despair&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'll carry you&lt;br /&gt;When you need a friend&lt;br /&gt;You'll find my footprints in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you,&lt;br /&gt;Well I know you've been there,&lt;br /&gt;And I can feel you when you say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you&lt;br /&gt;I'm always there&lt;br /&gt;When your heart is filled&lt;br /&gt;With sadness and despair&lt;br /&gt;I'll carry you when you need a friend&lt;br /&gt;You'll find my footprints in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your heart is filled with&lt;br /&gt;Sadness and despair,&lt;br /&gt;I'll carry you when you need a friend&lt;br /&gt;You'll find my footprints in the sand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-1440654776656255106?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/1440654776656255106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=1440654776656255106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/1440654776656255106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/1440654776656255106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2008/07/week-was-kinda.html' title=''/><author><name>zope</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SIHnAJOF9DI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Yn4WUBiBoXw/s72-c/DSC01100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859355310011619664.post-2341611509909933659</id><published>2008-07-10T23:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T23:49:06.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A short post while waiting for my tremendous email to be sent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO THE FAMOUS FIVE (haha i know we never agreed on this name but you know who i mean):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU CANNOT TELL EVERYONE ABOUT THAT THING! Seriously! Come on! Keep it to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Tuition. I'm not sure if I told you this before but my teacher has 8 cats. In her HDB block alone. Who knows how many other animals she has in her other house. Anyway. My favourite and the apple of my eye has always been Pepperonia, cos she was the first to come sit on my lap in the middle of tuition. Anyway. Today she decided to sharpen her nails on my bag! And then she went on to my socks and her long nails got caught on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the email's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought I had this. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-2341611509909933659?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/2341611509909933659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=2341611509909933659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/2341611509909933659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/2341611509909933659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2008/07/short-post-while-waiting-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-4579239964810835090</id><published>2008-07-09T18:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:22:29.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy birthday, Bernice! (: &lt;/span&gt;(One day in advance.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise I have hilarious friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stefanie! Hahaha today during chinese, it was really amusing. Stef was stoning, as usual, and lao shi was making us highlight stuff from the ke wen. I noticed her stoning so I, being nice, pointed out a ci yu that she had to highlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stef, being Stef, declared, "I knew that!"&lt;br /&gt;So i told her, "yes, of course, you know everything"&lt;br /&gt;"DUH!"&lt;br /&gt;"I bet you don't know the word that means 'know-everything' "&lt;br /&gt;"Uhhh yeah i do! it's... Knowledgable! Right? Ha!"&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't really what i was looking for so I wrote "omniscient" on her ke ben.&lt;br /&gt;Stef: "Yeaahh! I know that too! Omni... uhhh... shent!"&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha it was so funny seeing her trying to pronounce it. Smarty Stef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and! Evangeline! Yesterday we walked past one of the group's props for the lit drama, which was this huge vanguard sheet boat. And because it was 2 sheets put together, with "bo" on one sheet and "at" on the other (forming the word "boat" in case you didn't notice), Evan, being the really smart person she is, went, "boh-att?? What in the world is that supposed to be?" So i had to show her that when encountering such words, you pronounce the whole word as one and it becomes "boat"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the other day she saw my school diary. And SIYAN thought of this cool idea where you tear off the top coating of paint so it has this really cool effect (I know you like credit, Siyan. So I'm giving you it (: ) Then Evan was like, "eh so cool, how did you do it?" And i told her i blew on it. Hahaha she believed me okay! Then she started blowing at my diary! And she still didn't see that I hadn't told her the truth in the least, so she told me, "Don't have what!" Hahaha DUH don't have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaahhh my brother is mean. Earlier on I picked him up from school, and he was "ow"ing, telling me that he had hurt the sole of his foot. I didn't realise he was merely  &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;seeking sympathy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;carried&lt;/u&gt; that 20 kg boy all the way home! 20 minutes walk, 4 flights of stairs! &lt;/em&gt; Upon arriving home, he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dashed &lt;/span&gt;for the tv. So I was very surprised, "Eh! I thought your foot was hurt!" And he suddenly remembered this so promptly began limping and "ow"ing. Aaahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 69px; height: 104px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SHFv90Wj-OI/AAAAAAAAAOM/SU-UzW7JGYg/s200/BC_0743496744.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currenty reading this (Change of Heart, Jodie Picoult). Hmm. Once again, very similar to the rest of her books. Oh well. My mum found it dirt cheap at some place and just bought it. So I'll read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no oh no tuition tomorrow... Hm I haven't finished reading MOV... She won't like that. Oh yeah, one more thing. Sorry if I sent the wrong message; many people have "HUHH??"ed me, so I'll clarify now. History test is next week, not this week. Yepp yepp. Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I die, then I die loving you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's alright, I'll be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I die then I die loving you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Loving you, loving you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-4579239964810835090?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/4579239964810835090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=4579239964810835090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/4579239964810835090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/4579239964810835090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-bernice-one-day-in.html' title=''/><author><name>zope</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1K_WYduVqHY/SHFv90Wj-OI/AAAAAAAAAOM/SU-UzW7JGYg/s72-c/BC_0743496744.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859355310011619664.post-993896061815627910</id><published>2008-07-06T18:20:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T22:39:52.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I decided I wanted change. Wanted something simple. Can't get any simpler than this. Also cleaned up the links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Botak Jones with Nick, Dylan, Ivan, Collin--actually practically half the youth. Then went back to church to slack around for a while. Dylan, Collin, Caroline, Nick and I went to the youth room cos the rest all had something or another to do. Nick slept, Caroline played with my handphone, and the rest of us played stress and cheat. Then walked Caroline to the bus stop, met Dylan by accident at the interchange, went home, and looked for a blogskin, then did some History revision. Chapter 6 is soo long... And the test is next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What day is it? And in what month?&lt;br /&gt;This clock never seemed so alive&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep up and I can't back down&lt;br /&gt;I've been losing so much time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the things that I want to say just aren't coming out right&lt;br /&gt;I'm tripping on words&lt;br /&gt;You've got my head spinning&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to go from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something about you now&lt;br /&gt;I can't quite figure out&lt;br /&gt;Everything she does is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Everything she does is right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;And me and all of the people with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What day is it?&lt;br /&gt;And in what month?&lt;br /&gt;This clock never seemed so alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tag! You know who.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-993896061815627910?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/993896061815627910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=993896061815627910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/993896061815627910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/993896061815627910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-got-sick-of-my-blogskin-and-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-1791930468495219823</id><published>2008-07-05T15:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T15:52:52.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well. Donkey years have passed so I'm going to update again. It's been terribly busy since I last posted on thursday... So I'll just go briefly over them then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: LoveMG. &lt;strong&gt;Becky you're an awesome drummer! &lt;/strong&gt;:D She was seriously good. And the drummer in the band before hers played great too. The sermon was pretty good. I liked the silence video thing. Roughly, the message is about the encounter with God that Elijah had, where God wasn't in the volcanoe erruption, the storm and so on; rather He was in the silence. And basically, nowadays, most people spend more time talking to God then listening for Him and to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Pris' birthday party. It was pretty fun. And I learnt something I neither knew nor expected. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Malay test. I hope to get at least 10% correct. I spent the whole Sunday night studying it, but I could only absorb so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Lit drama meeting then SALT meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Bowling then SALT meeting. The bowling alley was booked so we had to stay in school. We played this game which consisted of getting into a group of 4 with people we didn't know very well. Then we had to memorize facts about each other and we would be tested on any person in the group. My group was quite lazy to do so, so we standardized all the information. We all like coke, pizza, sleeping, mystery stories, art, hated history (we all failed or scraped a just-passed), and was born on the 24 Febuary. The only thing we memorized was where we lived. We didn't even know each other's names. We knew each other by "Nerd", "Geek", "Nice Person", "Sleepy" and something else. Oops I forgot one of their names. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Tuition was cancelled last minute and Jerome came to Northpoint to help me with some homework. My calculator decided to start working again that day. Traitor calculator. Only started working when Jerome used it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Family night! It was unexpectedly fun! And the class is more bonded than I thought it was. We won the first 2 games. And the 3rd game, charades, Monica really cracked me up trying to act out "Titanic".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: TODAY! I'm really tired from the week. But oh well. I'm finally listening to the CD Soph lent me. I got addicted to "Dear Bobbie". It's so sweet! I think I'm a bit slow to have only discovered this song now, but oh well. Better late than never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go here for the song, then click on the video on the right hand corner, about mid-page, to listen to it: &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/y/yellowcard/dear_bobbie.html"&gt;http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/y/yellowcard/dear_bobbie.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Now for Celeste's quiz thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copy and paste to your own journal,&lt;br /&gt;erase my answers, and add your own.&lt;br /&gt;Use the 1st letter of your name to answer&lt;br /&gt;each of the following questions.&lt;br /&gt;They have to be real places, names &amp;amp;/or&lt;br /&gt;objects, but nothing made up!&lt;br /&gt;Try to use different answers if the person&lt;br /&gt;you got this from has the same 1st initial.&lt;br /&gt;You CAN'T use your name for the boy/girl name question.&lt;br /&gt;And Have Fun With It!!!&lt;br /&gt;AND TAG 5 PEOPLE TO DO THIS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zoe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) 4 LETTER WORD : Zeal&lt;br /&gt;2) BOYS NAME : Zachary&lt;br /&gt;3) GIRLS NAME : Zoey (this is kinda cheating but i can't think of anything else)&lt;br /&gt;4) OCCUPATION : &lt;em&gt;Are you serious??&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;I can't think of anything!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) A COLOUR : Zlue, zurple, zellow.&lt;br /&gt;6) SOMETHING U WEAR : Zee-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;7) BEVERAGE : &lt;em&gt;IREALLYDON'TKNOW!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) FOOD : blankblankblank! ):&lt;br /&gt;9) SOMETHING FOUND IN THE BATHROOM : Zee Toilet.&lt;br /&gt;10) A PLACE : Zoo!! I know this i know this!&lt;br /&gt;11) REASON FOR ME IN LATE : Huh? What does this question mean?&lt;br /&gt;12) SOMETHING U SHOUT : Zoeeee!&lt;br /&gt;I TAG!...&lt;br /&gt;#01 - Siyan&lt;br /&gt;#02 - Evan&lt;br /&gt;#03 - Justina&lt;br /&gt;#04 - Justina&lt;br /&gt;#05 - Justina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to get on with tuition homework!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not said enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-1791930468495219823?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/1791930468495219823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=1791930468495219823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/1791930468495219823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/1791930468495219823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2008/07/well.html' title=''/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-8761555160785396171</id><published>2008-06-26T20:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T22:20:32.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY Benjamin Ngeow and Priscilla Francis! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was... Tiring, I would say. DC was okay. It was kind of strange, because I forgot who I was replacing for duty, so I asked Salad. Then she told me, "Rebecca". Then I turned around and I saw Rebecca there for duty. Thus, I was confused. When I pointed out that the person I was replacing was present, Salad said, "Aiya, just go, we need more prefects anyway." So, today, I did DC with Becky and Hannah. We did the bamboo courtyard and sports com, then because we finished early we went on to do the staircases and ME Lau Hall. Yeah. During DC none of the prefects wanted to leave their bags anywhere, so we brought our bags with us all over the school. At the end of DC i realised Rebecca was still carrying a bass, and looked rather tired with it, so i offered to carry for her. We stood around a while more, waiting for the other prefects to finish, when Rebecca laughed at the way i was carrying the bass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Becky) "hahaha. why you carry the bass like that? put 2 straps on one shoulder?"&lt;br /&gt;(me) "but i have my bag on! i can't sling it over!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salad intervenes here, and slings the other strap over my other shoulder, so now the bass is in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Becky) "then now she can't see anything!" True. At this point my line of vision was limited to the 2 extreme corners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Salad) "I teach you! You turn the bass upside down!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Becky) "Now the bigger part is covering her face!" Hm not entirely so. I could see just over the bass. Then Rebecca took to laughing at me, as I looked rather weird, and she nudged Hannah to follow suit. So mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm I have nothing else special to share. Or rather, &lt;em&gt;can &lt;/em&gt;share. Secret secret. Haha. Okay.. Till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I caught my wave!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-8761555160785396171?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/8761555160785396171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=8761555160785396171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/8761555160785396171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/8761555160785396171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-happy-birthday-benjamin-ngeow-and.html' title=''/><author><name>zope</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-4859355310011619664.post-2361911494420532993</id><published>2008-06-25T20:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:38:53.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School's begun and life is pretty okay so far. Routine is finally falling back into place, and the first-day-of-school shock is finally wearing off. Although, there are new things that happen that I can't say I'm not unhappy with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. First thing's first. Nay's quiz thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A) people who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs &amp;amp; replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) tag 8 people to do this quiz &amp;amp; those who are tagged cannot refuse. these people must state who they were tagged by &amp;amp; cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;br /&gt;uh. hire ocean's eleven to have him tortured or something.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;a dream... uhhh... well i'd really like to go to heaven for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Whose butt would you like to kick?&lt;br /&gt;the lover who betrayed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;umm. dunno. buy 10 billion FBTs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's your ideal lover like?&lt;br /&gt;uhhh. preferably male.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;hm. i dunno. depends right? on the person. and gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How long do you intend to wait for someone u really love?&lt;br /&gt;wait wait. and wait somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;go and emo. then hire ocean's twelve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Is there anything that has made you extremely happy?&lt;br /&gt;HAS made? so this is in the past right? uhhh. 2nd of june (: (MUFFIN YOU ROCK.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is the one thing that you are grateful for?&lt;br /&gt;Naomi made this one up so i'm not going to bother answering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What takes you down the fastest?&lt;br /&gt;takes me down? as in. uh. gravity, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How do you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;br /&gt;24 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who is currently the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;most important huh? um. i guess that's the One above.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;14. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;well how would you view someone who gives you a quiz like this to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Would you rather be single &amp;amp; rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;uhhhh. how much money are we talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What's the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;turn off the alarm. maybe sleep more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;what kind of idiot asks for twice the headache and heart ache?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What type of people do you hate?&lt;br /&gt;type... people who make me do quizzes. just kidding nay. you know i love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;8 PEOPLE TO TAG:&lt;br /&gt;justina, justina, justina, justina, evangeline, evangeline, evangeline, evangeline.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done with that. Next on the to-do list. Talk about today.. Well, today was... Okay? Everyday is okay. Boring but okay. Lessons-wise, boring boring boring boring and then there was bio! Yay i love bio. And SS. Was... Gay and merry. Or maybe just gay. Recess, uhh. Pang seh-ed Justina, went gym with Evan, got located by Justina, got told off by Justina, continued at the gym, and then ate tao sha bao. Seriously, the last bit is like the sweetest part of my day. Just literally though. Bowling-wise, I improved by 20 points. I want to hit 150 by uhh.. Which month is after July? AUGUST. Yeah. I should be able to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find anything else to say so I'll just leave it at this then. If you have any enquires, please do not hesitate to bother Justina. I want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That cut real deep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859355310011619664-2361911494420532993?l=cannot-findserver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/feeds/2361911494420532993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4859355310011619664&amp;postID=2361911494420532993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/2361911494420532993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859355310011619664/posts/default/2361911494420532993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cannot-findserver.blogspot.com/2008/06/schools-begun-and-life-is-pretty-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>zope</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>
