<?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-2020056311885318250</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:11:41.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Splash of Colour</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020056311885318250.post-8819168648814179155</id><published>2008-01-12T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T20:03:20.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DBSK Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;By the way, moving blog again, haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lettersofthepast.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.lettersofthepast.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will do something about the blogskin one day...&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe later.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To make life easy for me, and to make it simpler for Lynette, I'll post up a list of DBSK songs I currently have... I'm also trying to count how many songs I have so yupp...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;'O'-정.반.합.(正.反.合.) (Ver. D [CD+DVD Type]) [RERLS] Disc 1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;01 'O'-정.반.합.(正.反.合.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;02 세상에 단 하나뿐인 마음 (You're My Miracle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;03 Hey! Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;04 Get Me Some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;05 I'll Be There&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;06 네 곁에 숨쉴 수 있다면 (White Lie...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;07 Remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;08 이제 막 시작된 이야기 (The Story Has Just Begun)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;09 On &amp;amp; On&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10 Phantom 환영(幻影)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11 You Only Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12 풍선 [Balloons]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Five In The Black&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;01 ZION&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;02 Sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;03 Begin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;04 Choosey Lover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;05 DEAD END&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;06 High Time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;07 Proud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;08 約束&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;09 miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10 'O'-正.反.合 (J)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11 I'll be there (J)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12 Step by Step&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13 Hello again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Heart, Mind and Soul&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ai Senai, Ai Shitai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Asu wa Kuru Kara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Break Up The Shell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eternal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heart, Mind and Soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hug (Japanese Version)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Introlude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kotoba wa Iranai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Destiny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rising Sun (J)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somebody To Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somebody To Love (a capella)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stay With Me Tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stay With Me Tonight (a capella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tri-Angle&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;01 믿어요 [Miduhyo]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;02 My Little Princess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;02 Thanks To&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;03 Tri-Angle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;04 내 여자친구가 되어줄래-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;05 Whatever They Say [A capella]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;06 Million Men&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;07 지금처럼&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;08 I Never Let Go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;09 꼬마야&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10 넌 언제나&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11 The Way U Are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tri-Angle (Chinese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The 2nd Asia Tour Concert 'O' Live Album -&gt; [HAHA. 36 songs, so I'm too lazy to copy and paste the song titles...]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rising Sun&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;01 Tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;02 Beautiful Life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;03 Rising Sun (순수)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;04 바보 (Unforgettable)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;05 내가 허락할 테니 (Love Is Never Gone)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;06 Love After Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;07 Dangerous Mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;08 One&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;09 Love Is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10 Free Your Mind (Feat. Trax)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11 작은 고백 (Your Love Is All I Need)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12 약속했던 그 때에 (Always There...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13 Unforgettable (Chinese)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;14 Rising Sun (Chinese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Singles&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Summer Dream&lt;br /&gt;Step By Step&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Miss You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Begin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ashita wa Kuru Kara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shine On&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Premium Live Japanese Solos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crazy Life [Yunho]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wild Soul [Changmin]Maze [Jaejoong]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Girlfriend [Yoochun] (Extremely typical)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rainy Night [Junsu!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OST - Vacation / Millionaire's First Love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beautiful Thing [Junsu]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Million Men&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Insa [DBSK]Insa [Jaejoong]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All In Vain [Air City OST] (Made me think of Sex in the City...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fox Rain [Vacation OST]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Harudal [Air City OST]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Japanese Singles&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Asu Wa Kuru Kara (vocal &amp;amp; Piano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forever Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forever Love [A capella]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forever Love [Bell' and Snow' Edit] (This one's Christmas-y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Harudaru [Day Moon; JP ver of Harudal]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lovin' You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Destiny [Remix] (Like a capella, but bleh.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Proud [A capella]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ride On&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Together [Kids' chorus ver.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Try My Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yakusoku [Promise] (Extra NSB Mix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Others&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last Angel [Koda Kumi feat. DBSK]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Promise You [Anyband feat. Junsu]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hug [Korean, Japanese, Chinese, English, A capella]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Korean Singles&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Little Princess [A capella]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh Holy Night [feat. BoA]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whatever They Say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Timless [Zhang Ri In feat. Junsu]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SM Town&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Show Me Your Love [DBSK &amp;amp; SuJu]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drive [DBSK]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Evergreen [DBSK]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oasis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And lots, lots more... But I don't have them yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Blah, after an hour of pasting everything in... I still don't know how many songs I have of DBSK at the moment, who wants to be so nice as to count for me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-8819168648814179155?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/8819168648814179155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=8819168648814179155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/8819168648814179155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/8819168648814179155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2008/01/dbsk-songs.html' title='DBSK Songs'/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-912877220095668008</id><published>2008-01-11T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T22:17:17.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today. English and History !</title><content type='html'>It is rather obvious that you care more for her, than for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Hooi Choo says I have to update. Why eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, since she updated her blog, I will luh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had debates for english today... Topics are :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Teachers are not relevant to the school education system and should be done away with.&lt;br /&gt;2. The legal age for drinking should be lowered to 16.&lt;br /&gt;3. Homosexuals should be accepted and recognised by states and given the same rights as us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm for 1, against 2, and undecided for 3.&lt;br /&gt;Originally my group (the new Indian girl, Chih Yin, Kah Huan, Jessica and I) were against 3. But then hor, got two other groups want to qiang with us, so we (or rather, I) decided that we're be the proposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you ah, the entire thing is almost like a one-man show. Out of the three groups for topic three, only three spoke. HAHAHA, one from each group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And *cough* I obviously began 'ji dong'. *cough* I ummm, passsionately argued for the rights of Homosexuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeee... Ms Vicky said she's not satisfied with the debate on topic 3... Because ummm, I ummm, veered way off topic into ummm, sensitive issues and couldn't get back on track in time to counter the opposition... NOOOOOOOOOOOoooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, Monday still have chance so hahaha, History and A Math!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during history, we were supposed to organise in descending order, the causes for WW1&lt;br /&gt;- Nationalism / Empires&lt;br /&gt;- Assasination of Archduke [Austria-Hungary] Franz Ferdinard (I still remember...)&lt;br /&gt;- The Alliance / Entente system&lt;br /&gt;-  The Arms Race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine and I were for Nationalism / Empires as first. But our two other group members thought the assassination was more important. So it ended up that the Nationalism / Empires was our first choice, then the Assassination, followed by the Alliance system and lastly, the Arms Race. Jasmine and I were supposed to umm, explain our choices. But I screwed up and forgot what I wanted to say - so I crapped my entire speech Jasmine. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History on Mondayyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooi Choo and Jasmine will be there, so I won't fumble with the stupid explanation again??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehhh Hooi Choo, I ever the tired liao, so long enough post right? Its longer than yours ok!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-912877220095668008?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/912877220095668008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=912877220095668008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/912877220095668008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/912877220095668008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2008/01/today-english-and-history.html' title='Today. English and History !'/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-1888228223011682026</id><published>2008-01-09T22:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T22:18:25.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah.</title><content type='html'>I'm extremely bored, so I will not blog about random events about today that I actually remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynette complained about Shermin being a pervert and I walked up to her and shook Shermin's hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. Math teacher was really blur today. I don't know how 'b' to the power of three mulitplied by the power of four, can be still 'b' to the power of three. Ok, I know it makes no sense, but she made so many calculation errors in just one question. Or was it purposely done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. CELEBRATED MR HO'S BIRTHDAY TODAY. I DON'T THINK IT WAS THE CELEBRATION THAT CHEERED ME UP; SEEING EVERYONE BACK TOGETHER AGAIN BRINGS BACK A LOT OF MEMORIES THAT OBVIOUSLY CAN NEVER BE RECREATED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why it was in capital letters, it looks cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehhh, I'm listening to the songs on Lynette's blog right now. I've just realised that Lovin' You is indeed a really sad song. Can hear the tire screeching leh! I think someone 'died' or something, but must go check the lyrics first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WAIT. I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About meeting at the train station, when things are no longer the same.&lt;br /&gt;But one keeps silent, wishing to procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;But the singer wants it to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about Lovin' You, the warmth of one's hand fades.&lt;br /&gt;Lovin' You, they seem to be getting further and further away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMETIAN, now I'm making myself upset again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am told I need to sleep. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even started on my compo.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I WILL do it tomorrow morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-1888228223011682026?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/1888228223011682026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=1888228223011682026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/1888228223011682026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/1888228223011682026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2008/01/blah_09.html' title='Blah.'/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-5875402881337028258</id><published>2008-01-09T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T22:03:44.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never actually realised it, but having something to cling on to, something to hold close to you, actually stablises oneself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its just me, but when I was concentrating on an aspect of my life, I felt secure, that I had something to turn to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This few weeks, this few days, have been difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all seem so happy on the surface scratch, but there's really so much about Chih Yin, Jessica and Hooi Choo that I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, I've been running away, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But will you fault me for wanting to find stability, to find an anchor that will prevent me from floating away into oblivion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah, I must concentrate on a zuo wen about shan liang de chou ba guai. Stupid topic, what am I supposed to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, almost forgot. My guildmate introduced me to someone who lives in Singapore. I was supposed to make small talk for the sake of giving her lian[face] (not that she knows that 'lian' is but anyway) And then we both end up super pissed at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's trying to do something, someone tell me if you can think of the link between two Singaporeans linked by one girl. And now, I have to go save my reputation, I refuse to be typecast as a ah poh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, would they know what an 'ah poh' is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-5875402881337028258?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/5875402881337028258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=5875402881337028258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/5875402881337028258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/5875402881337028258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-never-actually-realised-it-but-having.html' title=''/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-6326522648789914420</id><published>2008-01-08T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T20:40:40.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't expect you to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't fault you for calling me that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;But I beg of you, to understand that circumstances are different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I beg of you, to not judge me because I don't say everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Whether I like it or not, there're some things that I need to protect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;And if you don't like it, it shows that you aren't a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;That's all I'm asking for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-6326522648789914420?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/6326522648789914420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=6326522648789914420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/6326522648789914420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/6326522648789914420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2008/01/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-6289651169100728980</id><published>2008-01-07T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T20:50:44.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressure</title><content type='html'>I think I'm crumbling from some psychological pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home's been turbulent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is to become more vio-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. I must concentrate on Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I aim to finish my bao zhang bao dao by recess tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. I hate this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-6289651169100728980?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/6289651169100728980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=6289651169100728980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/6289651169100728980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/6289651169100728980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2008/01/pressure.html' title='Pressure'/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-7934028772006384182</id><published>2008-01-04T22:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T22:29:47.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mustn't forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yee Shan is my da jie leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's in NCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-7934028772006384182?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/7934028772006384182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=7934028772006384182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/7934028772006384182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/7934028772006384182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-1098431861834602703</id><published>2008-01-04T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T22:28:49.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First week of school</title><content type='html'>It has been brought to my attention that I haven't blogged about the First Week Of School, I shall. But then hor, didn't Y.O. say that we aren't supposed to blog about school? Haha ok, I'll blog about who I hang out with in school, which I just realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's think hard, who do I appear to hang out with the most? What group can I classify them under?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which shouldn't really be such a surprise, seeing that I used to hang out most with Lynette, but I can't now, since we're in different classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In class, I sit between two NCC peeps, Chih Yin is in front of me, Hooi Choo is behind me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Jovi's yi po.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I occasionally keep in contact with Sophy, Kelly and Chen Ting are merely acquaintances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I know NCC so well, that I could tell them how much more time they had before to fall in this afternoon. xD Its actually quite interesting, except that I've never spoke to Wani and AJ (and they're in my class! The horror of it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha anyways... I'm E. Math rep, but my E. Math teacher hasn't asked for me, so yupp. I'm getting away scot-free from responsibility! (at the moment anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was either choose between Physics, Chemistry or E. Math. My sec1 math teacher teaches me Chemistry by the way, so I blocked that out. Then I would never ever hand up science homework on time, but for E. Math, I probably will. So I decided E. Math is the safest choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher doesn't seem very demanding anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm very sleepy, at 8, I was about to nod off on my bed. Took the bus to school today and not used to it, so I guess that could explain my unusualy sleepiness...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-1098431861834602703?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/1098431861834602703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=1098431861834602703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/1098431861834602703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/1098431861834602703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-week-of-school.html' title='First week of school'/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-4760113331182533802</id><published>2007-12-25T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T23:52:51.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!</title><content type='html'>4 minutes to midnight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-4760113331182533802?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/4760113331182533802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=4760113331182533802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/4760113331182533802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/4760113331182533802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='!'/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-5372207495059386165</id><published>2007-12-21T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T22:09:45.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Its funny how you declare to stop caring about something, or someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Went out with Zae and Lynette today :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And for three months, you actually stick to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was rather eventful, so you two don't go complaining about being bored at home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;You actually forget what it was like with that something, or someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We were supposed to meet opposite Zae's house at 11;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;But all it takes, is one little blow to let reality come crashing down on you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And the night before, Lyn even told me not to be late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rather belated unfortunately, when all the time, when we were together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*cough* And guess who was the late one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When I was trying so damn fuckin' hard to repair the damage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lyn of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You were there, critising me behind your back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pot calling the kettle black luh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Perhaps back then, I would really have given up on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We went to Far East first, you know how crowded the bus was?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Perhaps I wouldn't have a fragile friendship with you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We should have taken 174, and not 171.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But its still a friendship right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So yeah, went to Far East, and ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Perhaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Zae got some bandung thingy, that frankly speakly, looked disgusting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But it still irks me, that you thought of me as everything, but a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Like the fever medicine or something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I obviously got chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;LOL. Actually, it'll take too long for me to recount everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It just really really stings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just go to Zae's blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Do I honestly still care for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://loveanthems.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://loveanthems.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Haha, I'm just tired, and I promised to go make more np on neopets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I WILL NOT reduce myself to begging my cousin for help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I actually managed to dao him during ahma's celebration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Not bad eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe they're right, I should get a stupid boyfriend or something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lovin' You on repeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Listened to it at least ten times liao...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yoochun and Yunho seriously should NOT have sung luh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sheesh, but the song's kinda sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Even if it reflects what I've been through :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Perhaps especially because it reflects what I've been through?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-5372207495059386165?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/5372207495059386165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=5372207495059386165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/5372207495059386165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/5372207495059386165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2007/12/today.html' title='Today...?'/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-3423771818360689637</id><published>2007-12-14T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T21:36:23.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK :D</title><content type='html'>HELLO :D I'M BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA... I was back two days ago though, or was it three?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only people I managed to contact were Lynette, Azalea and Hannah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone worked in Tasmania and its screwy here in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Starhub needs to do something luh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha anyways... What can I say about Tasmania...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmmm... Errrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was friggin' cold. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the weather was kinda extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Strahan, it was like Singapore weather one day, then the next, it was chilly winds and a sudden drop in temperature, like 16 degrees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at Cradle Mountain, it was clear skies for the first day, we could even see the mountain, and apparently, the mountain can only be seen for only 35 days of the year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN, the next day, we had rain, fog and hailstones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor car had to get whack by loads of tiny pebble-like hailstones, lucky we didn't go for a walk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to be home :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heat, the INTERNET, and where all my friends are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad you miss me Harriet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Lynette, is this enough of an update?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-3423771818360689637?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/3423771818360689637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=3423771818360689637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/3423771818360689637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/3423771818360689637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2007/12/back-d.html' title='BACK :D'/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-2961316231157685938</id><published>2007-11-29T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T13:36:28.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel the sudden urge to drown myself with loads of coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I'm going to be on a plane later! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum hopes that we'll get upgraded, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, I'll be asking to be going to the toilet to &lt;em&gt;lao sai&lt;/em&gt; the entire night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somethings must be satisfied :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-2961316231157685938?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/2961316231157685938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=2961316231157685938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/2961316231157685938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/2961316231157685938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-feel-sudden-urge-to-drown-myself-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-8257720310979240100</id><published>2007-11-29T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T13:32:45.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm paranoid I guess. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going overseas now has it pros and cons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss out a lot of action with the role-play from my guild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm gonna run away from reality for a 'lil while longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think too much, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, if I still remember THIMUN Singapore the last day when I come back, I'll blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya' all in two weeks time somewhere in Singapore people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-8257720310979240100?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/8257720310979240100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=8257720310979240100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/8257720310979240100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/8257720310979240100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-paranoid-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-5653130003038073556</id><published>2007-11-25T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T23:09:11.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIMUN</title><content type='html'>LOL; I'm quite aware that I haven't posted when I should have, and that my tagboard is draggy again. By the way, if you don't intend to be bored by reso descriptions, analogies, and funny questions/notes, you're welcome to leave immediately :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIMUN Singapore 2007.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Day One, 21 November 2007, Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was terrified the first day I got there, extremely terrified. Estonia was sitting next to me in the assembly, and I had offended her a couple of nights ago. Oh, not to mention, El Salvador as well, I think. Lucky for me, half the delegation was there by the time I got to the SALT Centre. Joan (senior) and I were to be in the same delegation, and the very first thing I told her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Follow my resolution but change the wording,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day was rather slack, since we were just to merge and make friends/allies. In the end, it was a large group of us femmes, Eritrea (Kimberly), Albania (Michelle), USA (Clare), Guinea Bissau (Si Hui), Niger (Jazlyn) and me. The main submitters of our Child Labour reso was supposed to be USA and Lebanon, but they suddenly merged with Luxembourg, without informing anyone prior to that. I wasn't annoyed with them for merging, but rather because we weren't inform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day Two, 22 November 2007, Thursday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were to debate on resolution for every topic, and just nice, our child labour one was chosen. The death penalties one was pretty pointless, since we all knew our stand. And the the freakin' abotionalist states were intent on forcing their ideals upon those who still practice the capital punishment, and we weren't happy with that. Needless to say, it failed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our child labour reso was next. It was a disappointmen really, the clauses stated how to solve the problem, but didn't mention where all the money would come from. Next year, if I'm gonna join THIMUN Singapore again, I must be a co-sumbitter and make sure that my demands are put in. Clare told me, "Oh, we don't need to look at your reso because we have you points already." YEAH RIIGHT. It was full of bullshit and would not help industralizing countries at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, can't remember the other four, but yeahs. The sexual exploitation one passed, much to my chagrin. As if Ethiopia can afford to compensate the Eritreans... NEVER MIND, everyone was thinking of Japan and no other country. And the stupid Hwa Chong guy can't even speak in third-person, let alone defend the country he was representing. -.-" Stupid, arrogant chit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day three, 23 November 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have loads to say about this one.&lt;br /&gt;Indonesia and I began sending notes to each other. Before THIMUN, we had been speaking to each other on MSN, and then the first two days, completely dao-ed each other. And we've resumed our dao-ing again, heh freak. We debated over five resolutions in one day, it was tedious. Every time we had a notion to move into voting proceedures (Notion to move to previous question), the chair would not entertain it. Which sucks, considering how there's only this much you can say about death penalties and not infringe on national sovereignty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two child labour resos, two death penalty resos and one other on sexual exploitation. In total, only one reso about the humaritarian aid one, and it failed the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, child labour reso is the one that I want to vent about, and complain about, and scream that Joan is a freakin' dumbass (and I'm already being as nice as I can)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me quote the stupid clause 2c;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;c. Ensuring that universal primary education in newly industralizing countries (NICs) is available and mandatory from the ages 6 - 14 by utilzing incentives such as,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  i. The dispensation of free lunches to children attending public schools between the ages of 6 - 14,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  ii. A 30-50% monetary compensation of former salary to the parents of children who were previously employed as child labourers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newly industralizing countries are countries that have undeveloped economies. If they can't even care of their own people, why would they bother to 'comepletely eradicate' child labour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's freaking stupid, impossible to implement, idealistic, ridiculous, and UNREALISTIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hmm... THIMUN Singapore has reminded me of a lot of words to make a point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason it passed was because STUPID El Salvador said this, "This is the very last resolution on the topic, so do consider the children it would affect."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cambodia's one was good actually. He was open to all amendments, except for the freakin' fact that we didn't have time to amend his resolution. WHICH IS WHY THIMUN IS SO INEFFECTIVE AND WHY I WAS WORKED UP A DAY OR TWO OR THREE AGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some dinner and dance thingy at the zoo. The food was nice, but kinda ruin but the events we had. Barely ten minutes after we had found a table for our entire delegation from Crescent, we had one admin staff (Ding Jie), some gay-looking guy representing Germany in GA2 (Tai Boon?) and Aaron/Aron/don't-know-what sitting at our table. Freakin' fantastic isn't it? And TAKE NOTE, it was Sandra making a fool of herself, it was fuckin' Joan. Flirting/screaming with/at a guy while I'm eating is simply not advisable. I suggested switching seats before she got the point, but she HAD TO scream at the Iceland and Germany delegation, Hwa Chong and Raffle JC respectively.&lt;br /&gt;We all then got dragged off by the ever-eager Sandra, Joan and Celestine (Surprise, surprise.) Julienne and I promptly opted out of the dance and sat in a corner with the bags :D Which is actually quite fun, since you get to observe all the people and meet someone from your delegate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me point out, that Tai Boon and Ding Jie and Aaron/Aron/whatever looked gay. I mean c'mon, a guy in a bright green top, a skinny dude with a botton-down/ and I can't remember the last one... How can they not be gay? You should have seen them, I was expecting Shermaine to be the worst, but she was surprisingly acting more mature than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Joan and Celestine running around chasing and being chased. Joan getting physical. Joan and Celestine trying to jump on dunno-who's back. It's traumatising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cai Yi and Julienne left at 10. So it was me, and Shermaine looking over the bags. She was &lt;em&gt;kinda&lt;/em&gt; annoying that night, talking about wanting to dance with Tai Boon, but said that the dude had to ask her. But she had a point, and a certain standard of morals as compared to Sandra and Joan. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then stupid Tai Boon went out to ask me, if Shermaine and I were gonna dance. Me, dance. Yeah RIIIGHT. You want to dance with Shermaine, go ask her, I'll simply say no if you ask me to represent her. XP He looked sorta 'dejected' but you should have seen him when he went back into the room. Simple-guy-look but definitely not simple at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left at 10.45 I guess, totally didn't inform them that I was going. Pretended to be taking a call, and I zaoed asap. I might have liked it I guess, but Sandra and Joan had long put me off any thought of having fun... PFFFFFT. Next year, I'm sure Joan and Sandra won't be there, extremely sure. Thank God someone tipped the teacher off about something that turned Shermaine against them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went home, I immediately went online. Don't know why I guess, but I did have to clarify some matters about the next day's general assembly. Ended up talking to Germany, from my assembly, thank goodness its not the gay guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Germany still told me that my seating position was fun, since Iceland, Japan, Cambodia, El Salvador and Burundi are the ones who are the most interesting, and make the stupid remarks. Right. Germany's interesting I guess. Besides Indonesia, he was the only one who made an impression on me to be intellectual. In fact, the only intellectual Singaporean male in my assembly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Does the delegate not realise that humans hardly agree with one another?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about stupid comments and I told him that the previous comment was completely unrelated to any subject. So yeahs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Notion to applaud the delegate of Guatemalas's effect,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His reso ended in a tie, even after we recounted thrice so yeahs. Those against it were rater happy and Portugal decided to raise that notion. Besides, it was the very last reso :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Germany's gossipy at times. But I found out that Tai Boon is gay, so looking for an opportunate time to break Joan's heart. Girl, its payback for all the times you insulted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The bunch of testerone-deprived girls are beyond my comprehension. You're welcome to decipher their actions and words" Freaking idiot. Still asked me to advise them even after I said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, moi's bored, and my dad wants to chase me off the internet. I'll save the last day for a post tomorrow then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day four, 24 November 2007, Saturday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-5653130003038073556?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/5653130003038073556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=5653130003038073556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/5653130003038073556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/5653130003038073556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2007/11/thimun.html' title='THIMUN'/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-1780130508962643158</id><published>2007-11-22T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T18:19:23.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Perhaps I am paranoid now, perhaps I am thinking irrationally, but things can't be explained at this moment, can it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I extended my hand in friendship to you,&lt;br /&gt;thinking that you were someone to trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a state of bliss until that one tag,&lt;br /&gt;a tag that you thought I would not read,&lt;br /&gt;on the blog of a friend that was my close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whys and what-ifs have run through,&lt;br /&gt;nothing, simply nothing I can figure out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rare faith I had placed in you, however,&lt;br /&gt;it was smashed in a moment, by you,&lt;br /&gt;and by the friend I trusted so much,&lt;br /&gt;perhaps too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suddenly so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I simply what to go to sleep, and never wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-1780130508962643158?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/1780130508962643158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=1780130508962643158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/1780130508962643158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/1780130508962643158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2007/11/perhaps-i-am-paranoid-now-perhaps-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-1125062936480657872</id><published>2007-11-22T17:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T18:13:56.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This Rui Qi, current psuedo-delegate of Ethiopia from god-knows-where, is in a friggin' annoyed/mortified/whatever mood. So you want to comment about this post, :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beware.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's your own problem with you suddenly get an enraged reptile snapping after you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;FORUM              : The Skeptical Council&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;QUESTION OF : Validity of THIMUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Submitted by     : Pseudo-delegate of Ethiopia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;THE GENERAL ASSEMBLY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aware of&lt;/em&gt; the worthy people who had been nurtured through THIMUN and have made a name for themselves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Notes with appreciation&lt;/em&gt; the numerous resolutions that have been passed with huge success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Notes with concern&lt;/em&gt; the frigid, inflexible way THIMUN is held,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reminding&lt;/em&gt; all psuedo-member states that the point of MUN is to tackle issues in a creative way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Strongly urges&lt;/em&gt; all MUN Directors to reconsider the way MUN is modelled after the UN,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; - - - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I just had to do something, didn't I? I can't possibly vent anger in another post, though what I'm typing will probably lead to it. That mock-resolution was just stating part of my vents, readers are advised to read with an open mind, of course the authoress has hopes that the readers may emphatise with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; - - - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(As I say, beware.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me what I did to deserve that? Did I not save your friggin' ass by passing off my resolution on Child Labour and Exploitation as a merged resolution between you and me? I make an attempt, and you scorn me. You take me for granted, you think that because I don't speak so much, that I'm nothing. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE THEN? Of course, besides you pretending that you actually wrote a reso on Child Labour and Exploitation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course I will be annoyed, enraged, if people dare to pity me, because I'm YOUNG. Because I'm unusally younger than most participants. That because I fumbled with my question during Points of Information time, that you can say that I asked questions that had no help. WHAT ABOUT YOU? Did you say anything? Or were you sitting there, in the corner, twiddling your thumb and making decisions based on what you think, and not what your country stands for?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who's the one, who goes around asking, what are you going to do? And then, based on some small fact you gleaned from Celestine, you make a freaking decision, which is of course, against your country's best interest. I'm sick, and tired of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But of course, aren't I that obedient little junior of yours that you will always, hit me in fun, and how can I forget, 'accidently' spit on me. Oh yes, you say that people are bitchy, then what about you? HYPOCRITE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You said, I abstained from Cambodia's resolution, because I hated him, because I had a personal grudge at him. HELLO? I didn't go against it, and unlike you, I didn't recklessely make decisions based on that little bit you know by what I, and Celestine tell you. Let me tell you this, I abstained from the resolution because it had its good, and bad points, and because I wasn't sure of what Ethiopia would think. The delegate of Cambodia's resolution could have been good, if we had the time to make amendments, and he WAS going to, based on what everyone asked him to clarify and such.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHAT ABOUT YOU? Were you sitting there, stoning until the time to vote came? Were you not the one who said that you HATED thimun, were you not? Then why, pray tell me, is there this sudden urge to degrade me, to push my spirits down, to mock me while pretending to be a friend? Why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is just one thing I need to say, I depise you. At least I contributed something to an amendment of Cambodia, unlike a friggin' airhead like you, who just complained, and whine, and pointed fingers that people who were innocent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And I'm done, and I got to face her another day. heh. Just not in a good mood right now I guess, THIMUN is affecting me too much. I'm starting to call too much about what others think, and what they say. I'm not being myself, I'm cowering in a quiet corner, and I turn to jellied and forget what I want to say when its my turn to ask for a Point of Information. If only they didn't help me because I were younger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-1125062936480657872?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/1125062936480657872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=1125062936480657872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/1125062936480657872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/1125062936480657872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2007/11/beware-d.html' title='Beware :D'/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-1717948520909879923</id><published>2007-11-20T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T22:12:25.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DB-ing. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Oh and, am I allowed to laugh at how different Micky sounds in All In Vain – Air City OST? Wuhbiang, he sounds like some forlorn ex-playboy who got hooked. Get what I mean right…? On second thoughts, never mind.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Colour of the wind, and the colour of the air, when I think of you I understand your (dunno-what) dream,&lt;br /&gt;Show your (what?), your long (?) and your…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You say it’s all in vain, I say you come back to me…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gosh, so typical, so predictable, but somehow, it is very sweet. Been listening to some premium Japanese live solo songs of DBSK, and Junsu’s the one that stands out the most. Perhaps it is because of the style of the other four songs, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Changmin’s use of vocals for Wild Soul, but other than that, it gives me goose pimples. Yoochun’s My Girlfriend is, and Yunho’s Crazy Life is, very expected of him, first see the title, and instinctively know its him de luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should have expected it, I don’t know how to explain it? In a sense I can understand why fans would scream over a singer, or a group. Unfortunately though, I’m still not altered enough by Crescent to be affected. Maybe when I’m on a chocolate high bahs :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND, how can the vocal and piano version of Asu Wa Kuru Kara not have Junsu’s vocals “Haruka na…” (?!), after all, its called the VOCAL and piano version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn, where are the vocals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It is extremely unbelievable, unexplainable, and I absolutely do not like it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if only Jaejoong didn’t start Asu Wa Kuru Kara on such a low note… And if only they had Junsu’s “Haruka na,” in very single version…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[WILL BLOG ABOUT TODAY WHEN I HAVE TIME TO. STILL HELPING JULIENNE WITH HER RESO SO YEAHS, BEAR WITH ME AND MY SUDDEN INACTIVENESS, AGAIN.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[OH AND, THIS WAS TYPED IN THE MORNING SO YEAH.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-1717948520909879923?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/1717948520909879923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=1717948520909879923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/1717948520909879923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/1717948520909879923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2007/11/db-ing-d.html' title='DB-ing. :D'/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-7240799640705363125</id><published>2007-11-19T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T22:31:30.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes yes, quite aware that I haven't blogged for -&lt;br /&gt;For a long time.&lt;br /&gt;According to the ever-sarcastic Amelia, I used to blog more than she ate rice, and now I blog less than she eats vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;I finally got a tag from Amelia, albeit a rather scathing one.&lt;br /&gt;I promise to make this an extremely long post, before I have to back to writing at least a draft for a resolution on death penalties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do actually have a lot to blog about, but heh, I was intending on changing my blog skin first. However, something was wrong when I tried to changed it this afternoon, so I haven't changed it. Pity. I was getting rather tired of seeing a bright yello-orange screen whenever I check my blog. (Which isn't a lot these days, but it was.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK ummm... Let me try and remember the events in the correct sequence. Last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, streaming results, bs, and Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is bittersweet to know that I'm in 3G2. Well yes, I did get my first choice, however, my heart kept asking, "Why? Why couldn't I get into G1? Or why not C3?" I guess, after so long, I still want more, I still hope for more. It is rather a huge bunch of unwonted feelings, a bag of emotions that just won't let me control 'em. Rather bloody fantastic actually, when I have no need to keep my emotions under a tight rein, there's nothing better for them errant feelings to keep in order. When I want to hide, when I so desperately want to keep that marble facade, it just cracks.&lt;br /&gt;- -&lt;br /&gt;I won't be with Lynette, the thought is rather terrifying. I keep asking myself, "Are we still friends? Have we begun that slow, mental separation?" Some part of me wants something new, but the majority wants to cling on to what-had-been. The times Lynette and I stayed back in school, more often or not, I was simply waiting for her to finish whatever she was doing. How I managed to waste hours doing nothing, but in her company. &lt;em&gt;(Not that I'm saying that spending time with Lynette is wasting time, but I can't quite put a word to it.) &lt;/em&gt;How we would end up watching videos, reading fanfics, and how could I ever forget (?), singing. How a part of me would keep insisting that I needed to get home and study for some test, and that I would blatently ignore it and continue staying back. The unknown stab in the heart when Lynette would want to go home early, when her words seemed uncaring, cruel even. The times when both of us would have doubts about our abilities, when one would sink into a low, another would try to comfort. And I'm quite regretful to say that, I haven't been able to do what I used to be so good at, caring.&lt;br /&gt;- -&lt;br /&gt;Lynette, call yourself ugly one more time, and I just might think of picking up my idiotic tablet battery and go give all your ex-classmates a huge whack in the head for their words, and I mean it. Say you aren't able to sing another time, and I might consider casting away my dream of becoming a singer. Say you're boyish again, and I will do my utmost to make you scream, and squeal, and shriek, and actually, I am able to do that. :D&lt;br /&gt;I am very sorry that I haven't been able to speak words of comfort when you are at your very lowest, that even then, you still are there for me when I start doubting myself. Everytime, without fail. We have gone through loads, no? From the time when we first met in class when you were transferred in, till now. Frankly speaking, I don't remember what you look like back then, just that fuzzy outline of you walking into class and heading towards me. Be it memory, or dream, or just my hallucination, its something I treasure.&lt;br /&gt;And even after I decided to abandon you, to sit with Hannah, you were still there. Distant you may have been, but you were still there, and that matters the most in the end. I'm quite aware that there was a lot that was unsaid between us, that there still is, but we're working on it, no? We seem to talk more about slightly less superficial stuff, even though I'm glad to have share my DBSK-craze with you. I &lt;em&gt;DID&lt;/em&gt; give Sandra some suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAH... There isn't much to say for today, since I spent most of it at Sandra's house. I should go check if she blogged about it, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be going out tomorrow, Yee Shan, Azalea, might have Jovi and Lynette, if Lyn's mum allows. But if Lynette doesn't come, I'll be VERY disappointed, not to mention that I wanted to pass her the hoops I got on streaming-result-day. The bigger ones or the smaller ones ne? Maybe the smaller ones, after Lynette come after me when she accidentally yanks (YA-ANKs. Lynette should know about this.) her hoops and hurts her earhole AGAIN. Biang, I got 18 pairs of earrings/ear studs at home and I can't wear it for THIMUN luh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAH... Anyways, I got a new song that I like, or make it two. Both the style very the different from what DBSK usually sings, but I like it. Perhaps my taste changing again. But I'm hard-core dongbanging right now. Must be proud of me rights? I'm still faithful to DBSK lehs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha anyways, Changmin's my favourite now, Yunho's leading with two months of my liking, mayve Changmin will break that. Even if Lynette piqued my interest about Junsu with a few choice words during one phone coversation. As for Micky, last one to like bahs, besides Elvira, there will always be one that you won't like as much as the rest. Even then, there would be some sort of hierachy, anyone who dares to oppose is a huge hypocrite and baka/babo. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, been dragging on too long for my ending. I'm still looking for Lovin' You, since Lynette wanted it, and I got Insa. &lt;33&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-7240799640705363125?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/7240799640705363125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=7240799640705363125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/7240799640705363125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/7240799640705363125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2007/11/slacker.html' title='Slacker'/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-3490785197688014012</id><published>2007-11-08T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T23:29:01.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've been VERY evil, and not blogging...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For... How long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;About two weeks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Haha anyways, been busy with THIMUN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I almost finished my Child Labor reso two nights ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm starting on my death denalty one, but don't know what to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;WANNNNTT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  TO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;MERGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Stupid China, Stupid Max.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Why the hell won't he just come online so that I can ask him if he'd like to merge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Since China DOES have corruption anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ummmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm going on too much about THIMUN,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But I can't think of anything else to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Because my life now revolves around THIMUN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;SPASTIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyways, got forced into shopping for formal clothes this afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Got two new blouses and a skirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Heh. My mum only bought because she can wear after that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She predicts that I'd never ever wear such clothes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Unless I really had to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe I should break her heart and say I like it and I want to wear it out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Not that I'd keep to my promise anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Aiyiesh, so no point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe I'll just hjack the blouse to make my relatives think that I'm a normal teen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Though I should thank them a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I pierce ears called vain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;then they suggest that my sister should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT THE HELL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wuhlao, must thank them for their vote of confidence in me luh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So my sister is better than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SO what? So I'm nothing in the eyes of all of you? She's always better than me, studies, looks, hell, she can even sing. You don't care when she flares up at you, you chide me when I have a perfect reason to be pissed off, and you call me a sulk when I'm just stoning. I don't get it, you support her when she joins art club, you give me a look when I join art club, and I joined before her too. You bought her materials for her art, you couldn't bother to ask what I ever did. You didn't even rejoice with me that I had gotten into the committee. My CCA will affect my points for Os, hers won't affect hers at all. So what is it about her that draws everyone to her side? What is it that everyone prefers her over me. What is it that turns everyone against me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why can't you ever show me some of that love between you and her? I'm nothing but that older kid who can't live up to your expectations, someone who can never be better than her siblings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I honestly give trying to be that nice girl. I honestly giving up trying to be the best I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If all you think all I can be is a debater, when you think she can be a high-flying executive, and Ben a president's scholar, I really slump in defeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, once again, give up. &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On life.&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/2020056311885318250-3490785197688014012?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/3490785197688014012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=3490785197688014012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/3490785197688014012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/3490785197688014012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2007/11/hahahahaha-ive-been-very-evil-and-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-5785279739863026833</id><published>2007-10-30T10:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T10:53:08.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;God knows how long I took to get to the page of my dashboard;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God knows how long I took to get to the page to type out my post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even managed to make a tuna sandwich and eat it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was taking my own sweet time too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go to Bukit Batok MRT to meet Lynette and Cui Xiao in an hour's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, if only I didn't throw out my shirt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have NOTHING to match with my brown 3/4 pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have loads and loads to post :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first thing;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pierced my ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister truly thinks I'm crazy now&lt;br /&gt;Because she tells me I don't seem like the person to scream&lt;br /&gt;Or to be a crazy fan or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only screamed once at home&lt;br /&gt;Because I dropped my Rising Sun CD&lt;br /&gt;and almost couldn't catch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, my dad and bro left&lt;br /&gt;My mum, sis and me went to 'shop'&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to luh, but then we sidetracked to Aries&lt;br /&gt;And the topic of ear-piercing came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my mum I wanted to,&lt;br /&gt;And then she and my sis dragged me down to Lee Hwa Jewellary to go pierce&lt;br /&gt;Don't they seem more excited than me?&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry Elvi!&lt;br /&gt;My mum was gonna sponser me to pierce my ears,&lt;br /&gt;even if it doubles as my Christmas present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total cost like what?&lt;br /&gt;1oo bucks?&lt;br /&gt;super ex- right?My mum also bought a silver/white-gold stud for later on.&lt;br /&gt;It's a dolphin.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;And she threatened to wear it before I could.&lt;br /&gt;WTH. Haven't seen her in it yet though&lt;br /&gt;Or I haven't noticed,&lt;br /&gt;since I just remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think tuition 老师 noticed that I pierced my ears&lt;br /&gt;Cause she was looking and laughing at me during class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday 28th October 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate going to Church.&lt;br /&gt;Valencia and I might as well not be part of Dora's bsg luh.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, they've bonded over a year&lt;br /&gt;and then you suddenly dump us into that group,&lt;br /&gt;Even after nearly a year,&lt;br /&gt;we still won't bond.&lt;br /&gt;I simply can't stand them and their ways.&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine, Amaris is nice,&lt;br /&gt;But Chelsea and Samantha?&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition work was difficult.&lt;br /&gt;We're during sec3 quadratic equations,&lt;br /&gt;And I forgot what I learnt the week before.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I was faster than Brandon,&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;Because I made so many careless mistakes in one question&lt;br /&gt;I redid it at least five times,&lt;br /&gt;So he overtook me&lt;br /&gt;I'm still pissed off that I let him do that.&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for Feli's birthday party at night.&lt;br /&gt;It kinda sucked, since my thinking was on a different plane from them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They played with fire.&lt;br /&gt;Even Janice.&lt;br /&gt;And Feli's mum even supervised it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly hate that wannabe Venus.&lt;br /&gt;But at least, under everything&lt;br /&gt;The Felicia I knew from P6 is still lurking there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly miss her bumbly ways.&lt;br /&gt;If she has a boyfriend,&lt;br /&gt;Much has really changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday 29th October 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Lynette to Bugis!&lt;br /&gt;We has problems contacting each other&lt;br /&gt;because there's something wrong with my phone&lt;br /&gt;(I think I dropped it too much)&lt;br /&gt;Went to Diva first,&lt;br /&gt;And they had a 50% sale.&lt;br /&gt;Super cool.&lt;br /&gt;I bought something for the class chaletgift-exchange thing&lt;br /&gt;But 我不舍得 give away.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm broke, really really broke.&lt;br /&gt;I'll think of something.&lt;br /&gt;Lynette bought two earrings for only $5 luh!&lt;br /&gt;I was tempted to buy,&lt;br /&gt;but didn't have enough money,&lt;br /&gt;SINCE I had to pay back Sophy.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. Damn sad.&lt;br /&gt;Now I can only hope that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My mum gives me money for the chalet&lt;br /&gt;2. I get Lynette's gift during the chalet&lt;br /&gt;3. I somehow find more money in my room&lt;br /&gt;4. I use my old notes that I've been keeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just remembered that I dumped a pouch of coins in my textbook drawer!&lt;br /&gt;But still not enough.&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I think I typed too much, seeing that it seems so long in this tiny box that I'm typing in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynette and Cui Xiao coming over soon!&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what we're acutally going to do&lt;br /&gt;Aiyuh, now I have to find a decent shirt&lt;br /&gt;And I really am too lazy to walk ten metres to my room.&lt;br /&gt;Bah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-5785279739863026833?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/5785279739863026833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=5785279739863026833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/5785279739863026833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/5785279739863026833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2007/10/god-knows-how-long-i-took-to-get-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-5223948376838909106</id><published>2007-10-22T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T21:44:05.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Almost everytime when I think of going online; I get that temptation to just blog and brawl my eyes red. Seriously, the problem when I have time, A LOT of time, to think - my over-active imagination just has to charge head-first into dangerous, uncharted regions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So I guess that's pretty much why I'm here blogging right now, even though Blogger will probably kick me out and I'll have to re-type everything out for something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Difficult as it was to actually sit down and study during the two weeks leading to our final years, those were probably the least worry-filled days of my life. All this year, all I've been thinking of were (and some still are) Hannah, Azalea, Lynette, their relationship problems, our friendship and a whole load of seemingly unimportant stuff to others. It was only during those two weeks when my mind diverted itself to schoolwork, and nothing much else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Of course, it did help that Lynette and I were (and still are) much closer than before, following the gulf between us after I made the decision to be Hannah's partner. I guess that as long I had someone whom I could trust to be by my side for that certain period of time, I was relieved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm actually a very emotionally needy person ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Except that I tend to surpress it, unless I'm at home, then my mum is a different thing altogether. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's odd how it's always friendships that come before anything else in school, unless I'm extremly pissed off with someone. Which I can't remember any lasting more than an hour, with the exception of certain extreme cases. But I also have trouble recalling those.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(But of course, I think Lynette once annoyed me, but I can't recall how.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm sure there'll be people like Jessie and Amelia who'd shake their heads and say I'm an emokia, but don't give me bullshit when you yourselves aren't perfect models.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ok, getting worked up over nothing, but heh. It's actually quite fun, I need to get my heart beating properly after I watched Princess Hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sometimes, I wonder just how much I've changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;From last December to January this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;From January to June this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;From June to the present time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've gone through at least three phrases&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Be it good or bad;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At least I mix around more right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Samantha, Jovina, Yee Shan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Are prime examples I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Frankly speaking, I don't know what I'm doing here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Since I know perfectly well how others are gonna think I'm some psycho, emo kid who's crapping here just for attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I just wanna say that;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The more quiet I am, it's probably the worser I'll be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's actually better for me to get all 'red-faced' and such when I'm pissed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*as Jasmine nicely sums it up*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;than for me to keep silent and just -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Keep an expressionless face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Even when people think I'm angry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I never quite get how I can look angry when I'm perfectly fine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Or how people think I'm emo-ing when I'm just stoning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Perhaps it's how I've controlled my facial feautures &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The best defense against church people,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Seeing that I really can't accept them,&lt;br /&gt;However nice they have been to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Adapted from the translation of Lovin' You by 東方神起, thank Lynette for directing my thoughts to it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;On the streets of Orchard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When you see me one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You are no longer my best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Walking so slowly, you drag your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You're just trying to figure out what to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It's okay to not talk till the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I can tell when I see your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You don't want to cause hurt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Or have you not thought of it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;How much you dread this;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Even if it is what you desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The thing I have been waiting for is coming near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;By my side, you used to laugh everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But yet, you're so far away now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I can no longer touch your heart as before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Caring for you, I held your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Caring for you, I listened to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Caring for you, it's getting harder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Caring for you, the warmth of your heart;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Simply drifted further away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My heart had hoped to protect you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It pushed on, what for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Your heart had already started closing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I was aware, yet I pushed on, hoping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Your happiness used to matter the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You were always so far away;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I simply wanted to make you smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;As we face our different paths of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Perhaps we'll meet again someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I hope you will keep looking back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Before all that we shared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Become mere memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Could that be my parting gift from you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Could you please not forget our happy times;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;And forgive me for the hurt I've caused you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now you see why I hate thinking so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't know luh, there's a lot of unresolved conflicts between me and a couple of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I can't seem to find the words to express what I want to say;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The only few emotions that they recognise from me are anger and happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Which are quite extreme, since they are on completely opposite ends of the emotion line, at least to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pardon me for whatever grammar/spelling mistakes I've made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I can't find the icon for Microsoft Word, so I can't check it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And I want to get rid of excessive thoughts fast;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So that I won't get any more nightmares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On the high sight;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Went out with Lynette for a while to West Mall today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So yuppz, in the end couldn't get something for my aunt's birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;However, Lynette does owe me a birthday present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And she called it "goddamned" !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;White Lie and One by 東方神起 are exceptionally emo-sounding to me today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-5223948376838909106?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/5223948376838909106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=5223948376838909106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/5223948376838909106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/5223948376838909106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2007/10/almost-everytime-when-i-think-of-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-5862163437978271862</id><published>2007-10-12T16:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T16:11:52.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It’s odd isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;If I were to break into tears every time I didn’t speak to a friend at least once in a day, my eyes would already be super small in a month, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it not the truth?&lt;br /&gt;I find myself always questioning,&lt;br /&gt;What is it about me that people don’t want to talk normal stuff about?&lt;br /&gt;That every time its usually because of a heartbreak, friendship problems, personal problems etc.&lt;br /&gt;It’s not that I have anything against it, besides that it always seems to come to me all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is, is there not anything else?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don’t dominate the conversation enough,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’m just not worthy of casual talk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Me keeping quiet,&lt;br /&gt;Me just giving you a “yeah”, “anything”&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t mean that I don’t have a mind,&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t mean that I don’t have a heart,&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t mean that I don’t mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think I used to call her my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;My BEST.&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, she’s just something, has-been with me.&lt;br /&gt;My heart just carries heavy luggage&lt;br /&gt;Of anger, resentment, disappointment, betrayal, bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all been a pack of lies.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve just been living in an illusion all this time.&lt;br /&gt;I was always that gullible one, wasn’t I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-5862163437978271862?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/5862163437978271862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=5862163437978271862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/5862163437978271862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/5862163437978271862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-odd-isnt-it-if-i-were-to-break-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-8564060973240920963</id><published>2007-10-12T16:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T16:01:58.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Surprisingly, Blogger seems to agree with me right now.&lt;br /&gt;I can finally get in, and hopefully post in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, apparently it cost $290 for THIMUN&lt;br /&gt;And it's an international event.&lt;br /&gt;I just learnt that last night;&lt;br /&gt;What the crap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt; Training starts next wednesday;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss my free and super lazy afternoons now&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's not for every single day onwards;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Julienne, Sandra and I really need to learn the basics first.&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to go for CrezMUN but Sarawak trip prevented that.&lt;br /&gt;BUt Sarawak is a much better choice than CrezMUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIMUN should be interesting,&lt;br /&gt;My mum tells me that I should be the debator of the house.&lt;br /&gt;My sister the high achiever&lt;br /&gt;And my brother the scholar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot for the faith!&lt;br /&gt;*Note the sarcasm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still want me to debate...&lt;br /&gt;*What shit is that?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Petrina;&lt;br /&gt;I updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had loads to type the day before;&lt;br /&gt;But its all gone from me now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just one big deflated balloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-8564060973240920963?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/8564060973240920963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=8564060973240920963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/8564060973240920963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/8564060973240920963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2007/10/surprisingly-blogger-seems-to-agree.html' title=''/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-1925215741104020576</id><published>2007-10-07T19:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T19:13:37.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And I'm super super elated that I went on against 'someone' again. :D*I saved screenshots but too lazy to upload*&lt;br /&gt;Stupid art, I finally finished markering my thumbnails,&lt;br /&gt;and polka dotted my hands as a result&lt;br /&gt;I just might finish it before 12 tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Beats my screwed up 1 a.m. last year.&lt;br /&gt;I went to Popular today, and spent $41 on art materials.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God my mum was there to sponser me;&lt;br /&gt;still tell me to share with my sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLOOOO~?&lt;br /&gt; I happen to be in ART CLUB,&lt;br /&gt;which has to help me for O' Levels, and you think of my sis.&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;Why do you think I get pissed off at ying so much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-1925215741104020576?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/1925215741104020576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=1925215741104020576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/1925215741104020576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/1925215741104020576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-im-super-super-elated-that-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-89623697561569619</id><published>2007-10-06T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:33:34.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M ELATED. (Somehow; I don't sound sincere enough) &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got into blogger that my third try; and into the post's page at my fifth try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beats attempting to get into Yahoo and failing after fifteen trys,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting into Hotmail after six attempts;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then getting kicked out and needing to re-send an email to Zae.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear; email hates me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still don't get what's wrong with my tablet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought changing my time would work;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it did work - for one attempt.&lt;br /&gt;So it sucks, must try to look for another solution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least Hotmail got MSN;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Yahoo, all my overseas contacts will be so hard to reach if I can't get in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wahhhhhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyways, haven't really got much to do except for art;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I need a black marker, so heck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Cui Xiao's blog (about a comment I made about her last night on msn)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*And now I can swear that blogger officially hates me*&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaof346JvM/Rwc96aC-PYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4e18OxFpkhs/s1600-h/cuixiaocheem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118127575163354498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaof346JvM/Rwc96aC-PYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4e18OxFpkhs/s320/cuixiaocheem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA... She sounded like some respectable person; except for the occasional spelling mistake; which I won't notice until I re-read her message to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaof346JvM/Rwc-bqC-PZI/AAAAAAAAACA/0v9MVuOxavc/s1600-h/rant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118128146394004882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaof346JvM/Rwc-bqC-PZI/AAAAAAAAACA/0v9MVuOxavc/s320/rant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after that; I went to *******'s blog and got super pissed off that that someone, that I'm referring to in the tag. DAMN. How can you let that dolt do that *******?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yuppz, suffice to say; that cleared my system of my grievances, but I might just start ranting again at that ass if I see whoever it is again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That coward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhhh... Should I go out on Monday as well?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't anything to do after art; and I don't fancy lugging my tablet to school or going home early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heh, Azalea also might go out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So maybe I'll accompany her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-89623697561569619?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/89623697561569619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=89623697561569619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/89623697561569619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/89623697561569619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-elated.html' title=''/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_rqaof346JvM/Rwc96aC-PYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4e18OxFpkhs/s72-c/cuixiaocheem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020056311885318250.post-2901390521787691535</id><published>2007-10-05T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T23:05:51.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm mood-swinging like mad.&lt;br /&gt;I was super hyper when I went out with Zae and Lyn.&lt;br /&gt;Then I cried because of some scene in a book Lyn lent me.&lt;br /&gt;*I honestly don't know why*&lt;br /&gt;Then I was super composed when my relatives came over to visit&lt;br /&gt;Then I was super bouncy when my parents came home&lt;br /&gt;Then now I'm super sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azalea told me to go watch Kyle XY episode 1;&lt;br /&gt;But heh; I'm not going to watch until I can get into Yahoo.&lt;br /&gt;Which hates me, since I can't check my mail.&lt;br /&gt;And I got important mail coming in anyday!&lt;br /&gt;ahhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But heh; today was super fun.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda nervous for science though;&lt;br /&gt;I looked as if I were the first one to complete the paper.&lt;br /&gt;Then the scary chinese teacher came glancing at me;&lt;br /&gt;So I kept checking and re-checking the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that; spent almost and hour with Zae and Lyn trying to decide where to do.&lt;br /&gt;Had curry puff and chocolate bubble tea for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Lynette, it WAS bubble tea right?&lt;br /&gt;It seems more like chocolate ice-blended drink of sorts&lt;br /&gt;We managed to survive on about $34 for what?&lt;br /&gt;Four - five hours?&lt;br /&gt;Zae and Lyn treated me to curry puff and bubble tea respectively.&lt;br /&gt;Because, I apparently lent/treated them before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Far East, we moved to Wheelock and into that super cute figurine shop opposite the sushi place.&lt;br /&gt;I MUST go back there on tuesday so that I can buy that nice handphone pouch thingy.&lt;br /&gt;Azalea bought the black, and... Violet one?&lt;br /&gt;The white one's quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But must see first hor?&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite know how much I have at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH. The two dudes on Muttons to Minute can't pronounce chinese properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. SOPHY. Since when have I been the one who has bought TWO earrings?!&lt;br /&gt;Much as I'd like to; I think we all got mixed up.&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, dangit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll try Yahoo another time; then go watch Kyle XY.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't get addicted; please don't let me get addicted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-2901390521787691535?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/2901390521787691535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=2901390521787691535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/2901390521787691535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/2901390521787691535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-mood-swinging-like-mad.html' title=''/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-4707325025898766460</id><published>2007-10-04T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T12:58:55.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm home super early today;&lt;br /&gt;Home two hours after the paper is early ok!&lt;br /&gt;Been meaning to blog for a couple days;&lt;br /&gt;But go 'round and 'round,&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably gonna blog about the same thing that's been nagging at me.&lt;br /&gt;So today...&lt;br /&gt;Aiyuh, exams are so much easier to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography was a weird paper.&lt;br /&gt;I was crapping the entire thing with loads of newspaper-related information.&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of learning land reclamation if it isn't tested?&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Next I know better than to be guai and try to learn a bit of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths was relatively simple today.&lt;br /&gt;But I have loads of careless mistakes;&lt;br /&gt;I can confirm that I'll bid my A1 good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynette's aiming for a A*, aka 91 +&lt;br /&gt;But at the rate we discover our mistakes...&lt;br /&gt;I think quite impossible le.&lt;br /&gt;But there's still hope :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I think math will pull a lot of people down.&lt;br /&gt;Cheer ups!&lt;br /&gt;People like me lean heavily on math to do well, and suck at the rest.&lt;br /&gt;Especially a particular smart chiobu who wrote so many essays for literature, and actually revised english.&lt;br /&gt;Heh, I have NEVER EVER beaten you for english.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think I ever will;&lt;br /&gt;So yuppz, you have that huge advantage on me.&lt;br /&gt;别哭了。。。&lt;br /&gt;Didn't we both promise to emo after art?&lt;br /&gt;You can't break your promise to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Might as well go reply Azalea's letter.&lt;br /&gt;After math this morning, even if I appeared to finish it first at 10;&lt;br /&gt;It drained me like siao.&lt;br /&gt;And my right ear feels numb, for some funny reason.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it feels left out that I'm not using it to listen to music?&lt;br /&gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;A ear can be jealous?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-4707325025898766460?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/4707325025898766460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=4707325025898766460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/4707325025898766460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/4707325025898766460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-home-super-early-today-home-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-8001736356068772132</id><published>2007-10-02T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T17:56:12.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha Azalea...&lt;br /&gt;Sorry yeahs?&lt;br /&gt;I'm just pushing everything away, and I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;It's a bad time for this sort of thing to hit me;&lt;br /&gt;And it hit me hard this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the rest this morning, after the lit exam.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your questions, for your concerned looks;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt; Even if I didn't respond, but yeahs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-8001736356068772132?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/8001736356068772132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=8001736356068772132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/8001736356068772132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/8001736356068772132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2007/10/haha-azalea.html' title=''/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-7870097272891764228</id><published>2007-10-02T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T17:54:33.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1 :&lt;br /&gt;[Jaejoong]   ashibaya ni toori sugiteku     &lt;br /&gt;                     dore dake no kisetsu mou sugitan darou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Yunho]      minareta keshiki wo aruite&lt;br /&gt;                    tooi kioku kara hitori nukedasenai mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Changmin]   ikiba wo ushinaisouna&lt;br /&gt;                       sonna toki kimi to deatta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;[Jaejoong]   kono machi de meguriatta&lt;br /&gt;                      ima mo wasurenai yo ano hi kara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsun]      takusan no kanashimi toka kakaeta fuan&lt;br /&gt;                    subete wo kimi no nukumori de omoide ni kaeta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Yoochun]   Proud of your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2 :&lt;br /&gt;[Jaejoong]   hirotta futatsu no kaigara&lt;br /&gt;                     mou ichido kimi ni aeta youna kiseki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Yoochun]   kimi ga soba ni itekuretara&lt;br /&gt;                     kokoro no oku made yasashii kimochi ni nareru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Changmin]   hageshii ame ga fuitemo&lt;br /&gt;                        tsuyoi kaze ga fuku naka demo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;[Jaejoong]   kono ai wo mamori nukeru&lt;br /&gt;                     kimi to naraba kitto koerareru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Junsun]      sou hajimete omoeta kana&lt;br /&gt;                     kono te wo hanasanai youni&lt;br /&gt;                     zutto taisetsu ni toki wo mitsumeyou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Jaejoong]   kono machi de meguriatta&lt;br /&gt;                     ima mo wasurenai yo ano hi kara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Jaejoong]   ikiru koto shinjiru koto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Junsun]      yorokobi e to kae nagara itsumade futari tomo ni arukou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Yunho]      Proud of your love&lt;br /&gt;[Yoochun]      Proud of your love&lt;br /&gt;[Jaejoong]   Proud of your love&lt;br /&gt;[Changmin]   Proud of your love&lt;br /&gt;[Junsun]      Proud of your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps they all think me mad, I don't know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's just that last strand of hope that I'm still clinging on to, perhaps a chance to prove myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Damn that lit essay*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I swear, no matter what others will think, I'll master this song.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll prove that I can at least do that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't care anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll just keep that smile for as long as I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For all my friends, before my obligations end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't we all know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rui Qi's the failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The epitome of idiots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The epitome of blind following, of blind thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hate myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bukit Panjang Secondary, here I come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-7870097272891764228?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/7870097272891764228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=7870097272891764228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/7870097272891764228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/7870097272891764228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2007/10/proud-verse-1-jaejoong-ashibaya-ni.html' title=''/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-2770720401948188292</id><published>2007-10-02T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T17:33:25.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. I hate Literature&lt;br /&gt;2. I hate Chinese&lt;br /&gt;3. I hate english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I still need to hate geography, science and art?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, tears can flow freely when it concerns &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;, but not when it's a touching scene; that doesn't concern me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.damn.damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself that DBSK breaking down on stage should be something that affects me, but yet. I can only think that I should be sad, and just look away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just whattheheck am I doing seeking comfort of their songs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whytheheck do I have to do this again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that only these will pull me out of my misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just one pathetic sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it. Only God knows what's wrong with me, I simply have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;One of the rare moments when I wish someone would steadfastly stand by me, and support me. Damn daniel, I think I do envy her now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-2770720401948188292?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/2770720401948188292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=2770720401948188292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/2770720401948188292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/2770720401948188292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2007/10/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-7964604945979330803</id><published>2007-09-28T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T10:42:28.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hannah thought I would be pissed because her post was short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEH. Riight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda annoyed only because you Thought that I would be pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I was kinda put off, but it had nothing to do with the length for your post -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Don't blow me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wait. The length of your post cause you to think that I would be pissed, which annoyed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The length of your post didn't directly annoy me, it indirectly affected me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE, *I'm being long-winded*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shortness of the post led to your thought with annoyed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ain't my 'lit' great?*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-7964604945979330803?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/7964604945979330803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=7964604945979330803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/7964604945979330803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/7964604945979330803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2007/09/hannah-thought-i-would-be-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-7226567605617743597</id><published>2007-09-28T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T10:38:12.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hannah's warning me that I'd be pissed if I went to check her latest post.&lt;br /&gt;To go, or not to go?&lt;br /&gt;Aiyuh, I'll just not be Rui Qi when I read it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it works...&lt;br /&gt;Detachment of the soul from the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whattheheck am I talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, and.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S A DAY FOR CELEBRATION!!&lt;br /&gt;I finally got a 17/25 for my literature essay.&lt;br /&gt;My Supernatural in Macbeth essay, yeahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOTS~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-7226567605617743597?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/7226567605617743597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=7226567605617743597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/7226567605617743597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/7226567605617743597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2007/09/hannahs-warning-me-that-id-be-pissed-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-1739567200691892499</id><published>2007-09-28T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T10:35:07.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Do You Know&lt;/strong&gt; (The Ping Pong Song)(Enrique Iglesias)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just So You Know&lt;/strong&gt; (Jesse McCartney)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been picking songs since five in afternoon yesterday, and at 10, I'd yet to find the last song that I wanted to put in. I’d been going through 東方神起 songs and looking for something that suit the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried O, One, Rising Sun, On &amp;amp; On, You Only Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used Phantom at the longest, but I did’t like the vibe it gives off, clashed with what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t they sing something that just nice in the middle, a balance of the extremes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My few moments when I wish music can be compromised…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, I hope Kotoba wa Iranai will work…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it does not, I’m desperate enough to try Eternal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyy… Just realized, I’m listening to love songs - about love being out of their reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I got to think and see if I can remember the translations of songs…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;Kotoba wa Iranai and Phantom is actually quite nice if they’re one after another. Or is that the biased towards 東方神起 side of me making itself known again?*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;thirty minutes later&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it’s settled then!&lt;br /&gt;My playlist will be: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do You Know&lt;/strong&gt; [The Ping Pong Song](Enrique Iglesias)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just So You Know&lt;/strong&gt; (Jesse McCartney)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kotoba wa Iranai&lt;/strong&gt; (東方神起)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And perhaps Phantom (東方神起) behind Kotoba wa Iranai as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-1739567200691892499?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/1739567200691892499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=1739567200691892499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/1739567200691892499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/1739567200691892499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2007/09/do-you-know-ping-pong-songenrique.html' title=''/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-3803506945127963308</id><published>2007-09-27T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T18:52:33.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's dangerous to have an emo song in your playlist&lt;br /&gt;O.o&lt;br /&gt;But thankfully, I was watching First Love at the same time;&lt;br /&gt;So ended up laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good grief, that girl's besotted with him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the cold.&lt;br /&gt;I've nearly been crippled thrice.&lt;br /&gt;Wah, if I'm stuck in the --- again for nearly half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just look for a hot water bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it Lynette, at least the cold doesn't perform wonders about your stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pffft. Stupid teachers in the show...&lt;br /&gt;Say, isn't that Chae Yeon I see?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-3803506945127963308?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/3803506945127963308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=3803506945127963308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/3803506945127963308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/3803506945127963308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-dangerous-to-have-emo-song-in-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-6282647861745045400</id><published>2007-09-27T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T17:47:02.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;No, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;This week was pretty much fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;No uncertainties, purely hysterical and memory-making.&lt;br /&gt;Blissful, yet quite surreal.&lt;br /&gt;Been so used to major upheavals at any day that it's a huge welcome break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat with Lynette for the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how we ended up this way.&lt;br /&gt;But the good thing is, Hannah didn't have any problem with Cui Xiao.&lt;br /&gt;Which was unexpected, no offense or anything.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, this week's been different, in that nice way.&lt;br /&gt;I do hope it keeps that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short conversation that I remembered :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jasmine, why did you revert back to your old hairstyle?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine did a side-parting one day, and it looked good on her!&lt;br /&gt;"Erm, because Gladys wanted me to do so for the day,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go Gladys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah... You should keep that hairstyle, it looks nice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The other time Rui Qi also, why you change back eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunh. Suddenly the convo swerves towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wake up in the morning so tired, I stand in front of the mirror for ten minutes to make sure it doesn't fly everywhere leh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the heck did I end up explaining myself when we were talking about Jasmine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whoo, me too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things Jasmine and I have in common.&lt;br /&gt;1. We take either 111 or 132 to the bus stop near the British Embassy&lt;br /&gt;2. Our hair refuses to cooperate with us in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;3. Erm. Can't remember already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeahs. :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Lynette and I chiong-ed our math in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Then because it was nearing 1.45, I wanted to get out just in case lao shi came.&lt;br /&gt;I was intending on ponning remedial, since nothing helps my chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ah, just remembered.&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine and I are the self-proclaimed Chinese-suckers.&lt;br /&gt;I'm second last in class mahs, for chinese only mind you.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one more question left, which I'll do tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Beats me stoning during math anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Then Lynette started packing her stuff.&lt;br /&gt;So I also joined her.&lt;br /&gt;Then we piled up a huge stack of papers on Cui Xiao's table to throw.&lt;br /&gt;It was super high, mainly made up of Lynette's junk.&lt;br /&gt;I contributed to, at most 1/8 of it.&lt;br /&gt;We took pictures of it, and with it!&lt;br /&gt;hahas...&lt;br /&gt;Remind me to ask Lynette for it then I'll post it up some day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah wells, should I study?&lt;br /&gt;I did bring nearly all my textbooks home after all.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention that Samantha suddenly disappeared when I noticed her online and was about to ask her if she wanted the song.&lt;br /&gt;Because she asked me yesterday if I could send her Hug International version.&lt;br /&gt;Lynette, Elvira and I remember the song the most, however sian it can get.&lt;br /&gt;And Lynette, since when has the part,&lt;br /&gt;"In my arms, in my soul..." in the Japanese version sounded like&lt;br /&gt;"In my house, in my soul..." ?&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't sound like luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I hope my mp3 continues to cooperate and continue charging well.&lt;br /&gt;I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-6282647861745045400?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/6282647861745045400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=6282647861745045400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/6282647861745045400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/6282647861745045400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-was-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-3253975596040567735</id><published>2007-09-27T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T10:30:10.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEH. It's lit now!&lt;br /&gt;As everyone knows, I don't listen during Lit.&lt;br /&gt;Mdm ---- called Azalea, Lynette, Jessie and I up,&lt;br /&gt;(Ain't I guai to use proper english)&lt;br /&gt;About our Supernatural and Unseen essays.&lt;br /&gt;Next time, I'll know better than to send essays to ---- via CrezMail.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I sent it to her, and she doesn't get it?&lt;br /&gt;But then she believes me that I handed it in.&lt;br /&gt;She said it's because I always hand it in.&lt;br /&gt;-.-" Like, since when?&lt;br /&gt;OK fine, I do hand those darn essays in.&lt;br /&gt;But at least a week after the original deadline has passed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pffffft. Lynette, stop looking at that blog!&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tempted, &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;BAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-3253975596040567735?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/3253975596040567735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=3253975596040567735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/3253975596040567735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/3253975596040567735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2007/09/heh_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-3965672562718598580</id><published>2007-09-26T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T19:08:45.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Darn it, you idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Doesn't the truth stare in your face everytime I meet you?&lt;br /&gt;Where has our close relationship and familarity with each other gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Why is it that it only took a year of losing contact with you to pull us apart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Didn't we grow up together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Didn't we always stick together during gatherings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Weren't we supposed to be the model example for the others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Weren't we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Last Cry.&lt;br /&gt;Micky just HAD to sing that song did he?&lt;br /&gt;Ah wells, damage done to the soul.&lt;br /&gt;Cya dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Curse you, you ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;All that years are forgotten the minute you leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Why can't you just remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Exams are just round the corner, and I'm still not panicking.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... At least my mum is a life-saver.&lt;br /&gt;That new assessment book that she bought is fantastico!&lt;br /&gt;It's got loads of explanations for answers.&lt;br /&gt;I just might pass science after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again,&lt;br /&gt;3S2, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophy might be able to go for the DBSK concert on November 24th, at Kuala Lumpur.&lt;br /&gt;Kuala Lumpur, I'm actually scared about that place but yeahs...&lt;br /&gt;Heh. I don't think I can go.&lt;br /&gt;Aw darn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-3965672562718598580?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/3965672562718598580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=3965672562718598580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/3965672562718598580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/3965672562718598580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2007/09/darn-it-you-idiot.html' title=''/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-2997244235237090466</id><published>2007-09-25T18:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T18:01:22.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sophy and I are online, msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we're having two conversations on the tagboards on her blog and mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't we the best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better go check if she replied my tag...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-2997244235237090466?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/2997244235237090466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=2997244235237090466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/2997244235237090466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/2997244235237090466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2007/09/sophy-and-i-are-online-msn.html' title=''/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-248658015475821292</id><published>2007-09-25T17:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:33:34.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;NOOOOOOO....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I typed so much in ten minutes and after I accidentally clicked 'backspace' twice, the entire page refreshed itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darn. Ah wells, type it all out again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I handed in my assignment one last friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAH. But...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still prefer my orginal assignment one. I &lt;strong&gt;lost&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;both&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ain't that fantastic?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I painstakingly drew and painted it twice, and I lost it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heh. I found my draft though, it definitely looks way nicer than the one I chionged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, the chionged one is pretty ok, considering that I had so many mishaps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First the colour coordination was a little screwed. It looked ok when I had not painted, but it sucked when I applied the colour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I spilled water on it. At least five patches, thank God that the painted hadn't dried, or I'd have really screamed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I found out tiny paintbrushes weren't the best things to paint big areas. My red looked screwed, and its the colour that stands out the &lt;em&gt;most&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, after I markered the thing, I smudged the markering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it looks &lt;em&gt;kinda&lt;/em&gt; ok from afar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorta anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, Yeeshan uses GIMP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like GIMP, got a lot of functions, but its hard to navigate and my tablet hangs after using it for while, so I uninstalled it. blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But fireworks is easy to use... And I'm super familiar with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't count how many wacko wallpapers I've come up with and discarded in a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my wallpapers are getting weirder and weirder...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114069917695360370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaof346JvM/RvjTfqC-PXI/AAAAAAAAABw/PrLeiR_rh0g/s320/oneswirls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I used the lyrics of One by DBSK.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trying to find the romanization that's broken down into parts...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I CAN'T find it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sophy, you have?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-248658015475821292?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/248658015475821292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=248658015475821292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/248658015475821292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/248658015475821292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2007/09/nooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_rqaof346JvM/RvjTfqC-PXI/AAAAAAAAABw/PrLeiR_rh0g/s72-c/oneswirls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020056311885318250.post-7187303620771347249</id><published>2007-09-25T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T14:31:23.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of my shortest post in history : -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ear hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-7187303620771347249?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/7187303620771347249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=7187303620771347249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/7187303620771347249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/7187303620771347249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2007/09/one-of-my-shortest-post-in-history-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-3883753075379737355</id><published>2007-09-25T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T18:49:42.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally found out that there's something screwed with my post's timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my head is pounding, and pounding and pounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew that eating 400g of chocolate would cause one to get food poisoning, a bad sore throat and a bloody headache that pounds your brain into nothingness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I know now, I will never ever buy two huge packets of chocolate and bring it to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it seems that loads of noise lessens the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I still have to screen what songs I'm listening to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Miss You and Rising Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah wells, I like One though, they sang the Japanese version of Energy's song!&lt;br /&gt;(Amelia has it on her phone, heard it twice)&lt;br /&gt;Or Energy sang the chinese version of the Japanese version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obviously biased towards DBSK's version :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... My head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, and. I can go way higher than Lynette, if it concerns just pure vocals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHA. I can't hit alto, but at least I can hit mezzo-soprano. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It equals out I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AZALEA. How can you be so lucky as to fall sick so much?! And I wasn't referring to you in the previous two posts by the way. Why you always assume the worst eh...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-3883753075379737355?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/3883753075379737355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=3883753075379737355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/3883753075379737355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/3883753075379737355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2007/09/finally-found-out-that-theres-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-3066225045703873390</id><published>2007-09-24T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T13:30:42.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sure I'm entitled to being a little childish every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-3066225045703873390?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/3066225045703873390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=3066225045703873390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/3066225045703873390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/3066225045703873390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-sure-im-entitled-to-being-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-1615715670947198104</id><published>2007-09-24T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T11:36:13.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heh. Trust used to be taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;Then when one starts to appreciate it;&lt;br /&gt;One can already say "bye bye" to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care already luhs.&lt;br /&gt;I tried so much, but it still didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;Hell to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-1615715670947198104?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/1615715670947198104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=1615715670947198104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/1615715670947198104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/1615715670947198104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2007/09/heh.html' title=''/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-6495223014231651858</id><published>2007-09-20T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T19:12:08.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SUPER JUNIOR~.... my lovely YESUNG is &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUPER JUNIOR~.... my lovely YESUNG is &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i give you an essay of "ignorance" tell me a brief storyline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Breath of Hope; A Breath of Life; Just a wish for simplicity says (7:06 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;biang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Breath of Hope; A Breath of Life; Just a wish for simplicity says (7:06 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Breath of Hope; A Breath of Life; Just a wish for simplicity says (7:06 PM):&lt;br /&gt;erm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Breath of Hope; A Breath of Life; Just a wish for simplicity says (7:06 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is this extremly smart girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUPER JUNIOR~.... my lovely YESUNG is &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Breath of Hope; A Breath of Life; Just a wish for simplicity says (7:06 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she studies very hard and knows the textbook by heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Breath of Hope; A Breath of Life; Just a wish for simplicity says (7:07 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;however, she doesn't think much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Breath of Hope; A Breath of Life; Just a wish for simplicity says (7:07 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*i feel like i'm just rambling*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUPER JUNIOR~.... my lovely YESUNG is &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmm......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Breath of Hope; A Breath of Life; Just a wish for simplicity says (7:07 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she studies only because her parents say that it's the best for her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Breath of Hope; A Breath of Life; Just a wish for simplicity says (7:08 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;having been sheltered by her parents, she doesn't think much for herself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Breath of Hope; A Breath of Life; Just a wish for simplicity says (7:08 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;however smart she may be, she isn't aware of the dangers of the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Breath of Hope; A Breath of Life; Just a wish for simplicity says (7:08 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i.e. STD, poverty, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUPER JUNIOR~.... my lovely YESUNG is &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUPER JUNIOR~.... my lovely YESUNG is &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wah thanks arh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Breath of Hope; A Breath of Life; Just a wish for simplicity says (7:08 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL, what you doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUPER JUNIOR~.... my lovely YESUNG is &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;if tmr come out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Breath of Hope; A Breath of Life; Just a wish for simplicity says (7:08 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOIII&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUPER JUNIOR~.... my lovely YESUNG is &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you dare not use the same storyline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Breath of Hope; A Breath of Life; Just a wish for simplicity says (7:09 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lyddat also can eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUPER JUNIOR~.... my lovely YESUNG is &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUPER JUNIOR~.... my lovely YESUNG is &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUPER JUNIOR~.... my lovely YESUNG is &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;just randommly thinking if possible qn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUPER JUNIOR~.... my lovely YESUNG is &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"fate" leh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUPER JUNIOR~.... my lovely YESUNG is &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;couldn't be love right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Breath of Hope; A Breath of Life; Just a wish for simplicity says (7:10 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Breath of Hope; A Breath of Life; Just a wish for simplicity says (7:10 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;erms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Breath of Hope; A Breath of Life; Just a wish for simplicity says (7:11 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;perhaps the questioning of whether an event was fate or not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Breath of Hope; A Breath of Life; Just a wish for simplicity says (7:11 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for example,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Breath of Hope; A Breath of Life; Just a wish for simplicity says (7:11 PM):&lt;br /&gt;meeting someone who changed your life with their actions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Breath of Hope; A Breath of Life; Just a wish for simplicity says (7:11 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUPER JUNIOR~.... my lovely YESUNG is &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH hUH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUPER JUNIOR~.... my lovely YESUNG is &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;like some inspiring person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Breath of Hope; A Breath of Life; Just a wish for simplicity says (7:11 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe not inspiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUPER JUNIOR~.... my lovely YESUNG is &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;instead of like love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Breath of Hope; A Breath of Life; Just a wish for simplicity says (7:11 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as in,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Breath of Hope; A Breath of Life; Just a wish for simplicity says (7:11 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not knowingly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Breath of Hope; A Breath of Life; Just a wish for simplicity says (7:12 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love is CLICHE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Breath of Hope; A Breath of Life; Just a wish for simplicity says (7:12 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and hard to write too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUPER JUNIOR~.... my lovely YESUNG is &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cannot right that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Breath of Hope; A Breath of Life; Just a wish for simplicity says (7:12 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as in, perhaps you hardly come in close proximity with a handicapped person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Breath of Hope; A Breath of Life; Just a wish for simplicity says (7:12 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then you meet one, and think that they require special help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUPER JUNIOR~.... my lovely YESUNG is &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AH HUH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Breath of Hope; A Breath of Life; Just a wish for simplicity says (7:13 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then, when you hesitated and looked on, you see that they can handle things perfectly well themselves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Breath of Hope; A Breath of Life; Just a wish for simplicity says (7:13 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUPER JUNIOR~.... my lovely YESUNG is &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then "is it our fate that changed my live" or something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Breath of Hope; A Breath of Life; Just a wish for simplicity says (7:14 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as in, maybe you could put that you were selfish, and stereotyped people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Breath of Hope; A Breath of Life; Just a wish for simplicity says (7:14 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then you wonder whether it's coincidence or fate that brought you to witness that incidence...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUPER JUNIOR~.... my lovely YESUNG is &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt; is Sophy; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Breath of Hope; A Breath of Life; Just a wish for simplicity&lt;/strong&gt; is me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hope Fate and Ignorance don't come up as topics tomorrow...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020056311885318250.post-3354008812027340195</id><published>2007-09-19T17:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T17:09:57.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe this.&lt;br /&gt;I started charging my mp3 since 2, and it's still not done.&lt;br /&gt;Aiyuh, don't care already;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's leaving, about time that I do too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-3354008812027340195?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/3354008812027340195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=3354008812027340195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/3354008812027340195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/3354008812027340195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-cant-believe-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-7744544658343633122</id><published>2007-09-19T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T17:01:42.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a really odd day.&lt;br /&gt;Been scolded by Ms Goh;&lt;br /&gt;Actually produced a cheem-souding bao zhang bao dao&lt;br /&gt;And I'm here in school at about 5;&lt;br /&gt;without Lynette.&lt;br /&gt;It's a weird feeling, a sense of quiet.&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Even if there's still more than five others in class;&lt;br /&gt;It's an empty feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got Yunho's Summer Dream single :D&lt;br /&gt;So that's kinda lifting up my spirits...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-7744544658343633122?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/7744544658343633122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=7744544658343633122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/7744544658343633122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/7744544658343633122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-been-really-odd-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-2649702266534947449</id><published>2007-09-18T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T17:35:30.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curse Broken</title><content type='html'>Wow, that was kinda fast.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had the curse of having to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I touch you and kiss you and hold you to feel but in dreams&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, cause we split it up into three parts,&lt;br /&gt;Lynette had to take Hero;&lt;br /&gt;Elvi got Yunho and Micky;&lt;br /&gt;And I got Junsu and Changmin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it's Yunho who sings that part, I was saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH. Nahnahneepoopoo.&lt;br /&gt;You lost to me Curse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:S Ok. I sound childish.&lt;br /&gt;I have to go re-write out my chinese compos.&lt;br /&gt;Argh, I hate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The new 9pm Chinese show's advert uses the song 'If Everyone cared' by Nickelback, took me by surprise, but if they could use 'I'm feeling Good' by Michael Buble, Nickelback is to be expected...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-2649702266534947449?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/2649702266534947449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=2649702266534947449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/2649702266534947449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/2649702266534947449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2007/09/curse-broken.html' title='Curse Broken'/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-973017733492238856</id><published>2007-09-18T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T09:59:20.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hug International Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;[Jaejoong]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once I say I love you I think you would be gone, oh baby~&lt;br /&gt;Cuz we are too young to love so I can say little long~&lt;br /&gt;Hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Yoochun]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I will be waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;To say you want me to be with you&lt;br /&gt;I'll live in your love and your dreams forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Jaejoong]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whenever you look in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;There are so many smiles and tears&lt;br /&gt;I was born to love, feel so deep inside&lt;br /&gt;If you need me I'll be your man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(&lt;em&gt;I'll be your man&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Junsu]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whenever you look in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I do want to show you my love&lt;br /&gt;I make up my mind, make your dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;Nobody can stop me to say I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Changmin]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How can I ask who you're still looking for, I'm the one&lt;br /&gt;Since love seems to make me blind&lt;br /&gt;I try to find all day long&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot hold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Yunho]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We talk on the phone every night&lt;br /&gt;And so came closer day by day&lt;br /&gt;I touch you and kiss you and hold you to feel but in dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Yoochun] &lt;em&gt;Whenever you look in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;[Junsu] &lt;em&gt;There are so many smiles and tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Yoochun] &lt;em&gt;I was born to love feel so deep inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Junsu]&lt;em&gt; If you need me I'll be your man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(&lt;em&gt;I'll be your man&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Changmin]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whenever you look in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I do want to show you my love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[All]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I make up my mind make your&lt;br /&gt;dreams come true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Changmin] &lt;em&gt;Nobody can stop me to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Junsu] &lt;em&gt;I love you~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[All]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my arms, in my soul I want to hold you baby&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;Do you baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Jaejoong]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like the sun rising up,&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop loving you.&lt;br /&gt;Can't hold back anymore~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Changmin]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whenever you look in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;There are so many smiles and tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;[Junsu]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was born to love feel so deep inside&lt;br /&gt;If you need me, I'll be your man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;I'll be your man&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Jaejoong]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whenever you look in my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;([Xiah] &lt;em&gt;In my eyes&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do want to show you my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;[All] &lt;em&gt;I make up my mind make your dreams come true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hero]&lt;em&gt; nobody can stop me to say, I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound like a bimbo, serious.&lt;br /&gt;I sound like an angmoh, that sucks more.&lt;br /&gt;But Lynette’s still higher than me!&lt;br /&gt;Lynette and I were super bored during recess so we ended up singing Hug and recorded a bit, because I don’t quite believe that I’m higher than her.&lt;br /&gt;And I still don’t think so.&lt;br /&gt;However, for some odd reason, no matter how I start, I’ll end up singing the part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I touch you and kiss you and hold you to feel but in dreams”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;It’s not just that I find it highly awkward, &gt;.&lt; I also can’t get the tune right for this part. I felt that I was speaking it out bahs… LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Then we discovered that Elvira and I sound quite the same because we recorded the both of us doing alternate parts.&lt;br /&gt; I still have trouble comprehending that Elvira and I can sound so alike.&lt;br /&gt;The only difference?&lt;br /&gt;Hers is a tad huskier, as if she uses her throat while mine is smoother, if you can describe it that way.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Whenever you look in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;There are so many smiles and tears&lt;br /&gt;I was born to love, feel so deep inside&lt;br /&gt;If you need me I'll be your man”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the way it just flows, in a sense. However, the part about being whoever’s man is in question. So weird, ah wells, the problem with not being find female artistes that I like, and Lynette for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things for this week:-&lt;br /&gt;-          Lynette likes Yunho more now, go listen to Spokes Man!&lt;br /&gt;-          Lynette like Yoochun, such a sudden change of heart&lt;br /&gt;-          I got rid of many coins when I exchanged money with Karen&lt;br /&gt;-          I’m decidedly closer to Yee Shan 大姐&lt;br /&gt;-          I made a new blog, and actually decided on a blog skin in an hour&lt;br /&gt;-          I discovered my weak points when it concerns singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and… I’m not too sure. But it’s quite good for one day, no?&lt;br /&gt;Aieysh, Lynette and I can’t do background singing, I suspect that they are hitting their low highs when they do that. It seriously sounds like what I could once pathetically hit.&lt;br /&gt;And Lynette’s mp3 hates me or something. We were using her mp3 to listen to music on the way home AND, just about the same three songs were being played, even after she shuffled the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rising Sun&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;Hug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Wows. I was near hysterical when we were reaching our stop. Only when Lynette fast-forwarded to the next song did it change. Aiyuh, I think I still prefer my zen stone plus, even if I still have trouble with the battery…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do sound bimbotic. Good grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D *My real first, super long post in my new blog, I feel so accomplished*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-973017733492238856?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/973017733492238856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=973017733492238856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/973017733492238856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/973017733492238856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2007/09/hug-international-lyrics-jaejoong-once.html' title=''/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2020056311885318250.post-5053340584971858130</id><published>2007-09-17T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T11:29:10.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I moved.</title><content type='html'>I'm only moving for Harriet, and for the fact that I don't quite like my blog url.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's the truth, saying that I'm destined to fall really affects me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harriet, hope this will be approved of by your parents... :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020056311885318250-5053340584971858130?l=purply-bag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/feeds/5053340584971858130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020056311885318250&amp;postID=5053340584971858130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/5053340584971858130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020056311885318250/posts/default/5053340584971858130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purply-bag.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-i-moved.html' title='Why I moved.'/><author><name>Louisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
