<?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-756703276579022294</id><updated>2012-01-26T20:02:31.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>今日雨が降るかなー　:)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>114</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-18630264241400475</id><published>2012-01-26T17:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T20:02:31.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of pianos and poetry.</title><content type='html'>Oh wow, the title sounds so 温文尔雅 this time. If that's the correct adjective! I don't know an appropriate description in English though. D: Ahhhh flying catfishes save my GP! ... oh! I remember now, the word is genteel. But the meaning carries across much better in Chinese, doesn't it? :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I figured I'd post since I'm back home before sunset for once, since Ching Yee and the interesting feeling in almost every part of my body convinced me not to bother with 8(?) flights of steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, piano pieces are really nice~ Except the music scores are damn hard to read, and consequently pianos are damn hard to play. D: Here's a little known fact: the piano was probably the first instrument I liked so much to ask for music lessons. Which explains the familiarity with piano pieces, maybe! -_- I can't think of any other reason why I would know the tune to so many pieces. ._. Actually, it still doesn't tally when I think about it. Hmm, mysterious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, I'm not kidding when I say someone has a calming influence. ._. Ching Yee and I were discussing this the other day, and we guessed it had something to do with being bochap? Hahaha, but wouldn't that mean the most bochap person I know should have that influence too? -cough-HW-COUGH- Or exert even more influence, for that matter.  ._. Oh lookee, another mystery. ... honestly, I feel slightly bad for feeling better by stoning with people at black and white keys. ... ... ...I wonder if it bothers/disturbs/scares the other party. ._. Huh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh right, the poetry bit. Firstly, I owe my poor tutor 6 pieces of lit homework. D: I promise I'll do it after this post! &amp;gt;&amp;lt; One of the assignments is to compose a response in the form of a poem (again). Well, at least writing poetry is more interesting than writing essays. And, uh, if you happen to be Ching or Sarah, I did mention I went a bit mad from studying during promo-period and so went and wrote a poem in a previous blog post, if you care to check. ._. Here it is anyway?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How would you define a Screwdriver?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must confess and express,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my distress, I'm impressed by how you're impeccable but always a mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're completely oblivious, conscientious, meticulous, judicious, sacrilegious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Responsible and unreliable, you endure that you're sure and insecure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Equal parts quiet and reticent, insane and inane, oh dear, you are quite the pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you amaze for you're a maze, safe and ensnaring, impassive, engaging, minute but binding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It shouldn't be instinctive to find you distinctive, people believe; but you've a penchant to be inconclusive, sometimes explosive! They must be too dismissive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps you're just cryptic, but maybe simply because you're simplistic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please grant me some apathy to your patience and empathy, it's all too subtly amusing, calming, confusing for the likes of - Screw this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I apologise, beg you to spare me, and become conscious of your unconscious hold over my subconscious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or possibly not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WELL THERE YOU GO. It's a terrible poem, really. I was happily experimenting with the sound of the words with the help of a thesaurus on a public bus. Seriously, on a bus, mind you! Frankly, promos mess with your head. UHH I RECKON I'LL CHANGE MY MIND AND TAKE IT DOWN SOON. D: It's not the best thing to plonk on the world wide web, really. (天啊我不清楚我到底在干嘛呀。)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh I seem to have chanced upon a spin-off of the 小妹妹变态 game Fan Yi plays in the app market.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn it I don't have anything else to ramble about. Uh, there's PE tomorrow and I might die! From remnant PT pain whee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall leave this page before I die from hesitation, humiliation, procrastination or all three. Besides, now I need to find a box to hide in. ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-18630264241400475?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/18630264241400475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=18630264241400475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/18630264241400475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/18630264241400475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#18630264241400475' title='Of pianos and poetry.'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-5972488387435398816</id><published>2011-12-27T16:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T17:10:06.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cup of milk. :D</title><content type='html'>Haha, it's what's sitting on my table at the moment. xD By the way, the thing about drinking more milk helping you to grow taller is rubbish. ._. Not like it's worked this past 5 years~ Uh, but still I only drink Meiji since it doesn't really taste like milk. Make any sense? No? Good for you. :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's another thing that doesn't make sense~ Wushu people are still as cheapskate as ever! xD Whenever someone produces food (or the food is just sitting on a table) that costs nothing, everyone flocks there! Heheh Sarah said we're all like birds, since birds like to flock to food. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More things that don't make perfect sense include seaweed chocolate! ._. All chocolate at first, then you suddenly detect seaweed. I wonder who's brilliant idea it was to put seaweed into chocolate. o_o Even stranger still! It's not bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and going overseas to take pictures of good looking people doesn't make sense either. -COUGH- Neither does changing one's name the equivalent of your spouse! Not that poking people into standing next to each other does for that matter. - MORE COUGHING-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Oh well, that's what the glass of milk is for, ain't it?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since we haven't left the topic of nonsense, Venus's flu is ridiculous! It's lasted since last week and hasn't gone away. D: Poor Bean, we should give her more nourishment/sunlight perhaps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In retrospect, letting my sister infiltrate our school is nonsensical too. ._. I've been infected by the nonsense she's full of! o_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doing holiday homework before the holidays end &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; something that makes sense though! So that's what I'll do. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-5972488387435398816?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/5972488387435398816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=5972488387435398816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/5972488387435398816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/5972488387435398816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#5972488387435398816' title='Cup of milk. :D'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-7427287068835742206</id><published>2011-12-04T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T23:29:10.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...the meaning of life?</title><content type='html'>My dad says I've too much time on my hands. ._. Which results in me thinking too much. O: Well, I've kinda figured there is no meaning in life, really. Maybe it's just in human nature to like to find meaning in things. I like meaning, don't you? :D But many purposes and meanings were probably attached to things because someone out there was searching for a meaning where there wasn't one. o.o&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over-thinking things is probably bad for your health. Ahaha~ I mean, I only managed to win in reversi when I played with Pei An when I didn't think. Oh dear. There go all my battle plans down the drain. Anyway! You get the point. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh what other secret?! D: Sarah! How could you know of a secret I don't know myself? o_o And why're you so busy~? ._. It's so difficult to arrange an outing. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Venus why are you not online. -_- I was going to sleep until you asked me to go online~ D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-7427287068835742206?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/7427287068835742206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=7427287068835742206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/7427287068835742206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/7427287068835742206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#7427287068835742206' title='...the meaning of life?'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-6410803787220021677</id><published>2011-12-03T00:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T00:54:36.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not good to owe people things.</title><content type='html'>Or so I think! Therefore, I shall post even though it's 12.30 and I'm sleepy from training. ._.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, if you must know, I've been spending my days altering a pair of pants that my grandma cut to 3/4 length a long time ago. I suspect it was because they were either torn or growing mould. ._. Anyway! It's actually easy to alter pants into shorts, but that's only when you've a fully functioning sewing machine around~ My mum's 20-year-old sewing machine isn't exactly fully functioning. Imagine friction burn from pulling at thread? Ah, now you see. Y'know, this is how sewing gets frustrating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of domestic things, I've been trying to cook udon too. My sister has had this obsession with kitsune cup noodles the past week or so, but they're really unhealthy. ._. So... I've been trying to cook the authentic version. ... ...which she rejected. D; GAH. It's interesting how no oil is used in the process. o_o まじで。Meh, challenge accepted to learn to cook udon that she will eat. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, I've been trying to read sci-fi books! Only Bluey knows why. -_- (But I reckon I can review them for I&amp;amp;I since it deals with 'the human condition' in parallel universes.) So far, Dune's pretty interesting 40 pages in, but I've quite a long way to go. My dad recommends the Foundation series by Issac Asimov! He was telling me how nice it would be if a movie series was made out of it, 'cause it'd make the book a whole lot easier to understand. I offered to produce it if I ever had the money, but that's... unlikely. :D Never hurts to have nice ideas though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry if I don't sound coherent, but I am pretty sleepy. &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhh but Venus has transplanted back to Singapore and taken root! :D It's so fun to uproot her with 'plant references'. Oh, and lame jokes too. &amp;gt;D We must go for lunch soon so I can sprinkle her with more chagrin~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheng Yong's back too! Now I feel bad for being useless when I've no maps to refer to and having to get his dad to drop me off at an MRT station. D: Serious, I'll bring a street directory next time we've CC training. &amp;gt;&amp;lt; It's funny how I can read maps well but get lost anyway. o_o Ahaha oh actually I'm not really allowed to hitchhike &lt;i&gt;all &lt;/i&gt;the way home, if not I'd have followed Jiahe. ._. My dad's logic is this: If other people's dad can send me home, my own dad should send me home. o.o Jiahe, if you were female it'd help with the issue too. ...huh. 'Cause my mum has an imagination similar to the Amazon rainforest. =_=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent Wednesday...? Oh! Out with Pei An and her CCA mates I don't know personally. ._. Ahahahaha. They were looking for badminton supplies! Did you know Daiso sold 2 rackets and a plastic shuttlecock? Which means each racket costs less than a dollar! O: Cheapskate~ :D I've also learnt the difference between guys' and girls' attitude towards shopping. ._. And that I'm just a patient guy in this case. o_O Her CCA mates were sighing and shaking their heads at how we could walk into shops, while I just stoned at the accessories, shoes, stationery she got excited about. Whoa, I realise we moved from Queensway to IMM to Clementi. Not bad, at least I feel less like a sloth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kinda need to go dry my hair. ._. Need both hands, so no more typing~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-6410803787220021677?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/6410803787220021677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=6410803787220021677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/6410803787220021677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/6410803787220021677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#6410803787220021677' title='It&apos;s not good to owe people things.'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-789968796270267660</id><published>2011-11-23T16:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T23:17:08.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>雨季了！</title><content type='html'>I just realised it's been raining every single day, without fail. o_o Reckon Singapore's drainage system is really not bad! x)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh dear, sorry Cheng Yong, didn't realise it was...6.50 am there. ._. I really I hope no one woke up or anything from the IM. D':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bah, I really have nothing to say today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except maybe it being the rainy season means it's good weather to take a nap. ^^ But I can't unless I want insomnia. HMM this is a dilemma indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm off to weigh the pros and cons of sleeping then! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since you left a tag, Sarah, I shall continue typing for a bit. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh right! The owl. ^^ Found the video~ :D&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SRLZk2Rik0c" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So very cute. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-789968796270267660?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/789968796270267660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=789968796270267660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/789968796270267660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/789968796270267660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_11_01_archive.html#789968796270267660' title='雨季了！'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SRLZk2Rik0c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-4954739637122370654</id><published>2011-11-22T13:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T13:37:25.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah.</title><content type='html'>Ehhhhh I'm being dao-ed by the only person online at this time. D: Didn't expect Cheng Yong to have internet access! o.o (But I've no idea what the time difference is~)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm so boreddddd. Stuck in a room at my mum's workplace at the moment. ._. Pfffft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, uh, Rurouni Kenshin is pretty interesting. It has the feel of an anime from a decade ago though! ... I s'pose that's a fact to begin with. o_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-4954739637122370654?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/4954739637122370654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=4954739637122370654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/4954739637122370654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/4954739637122370654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_11_01_archive.html#4954739637122370654' title='Ah.'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-4873218044747273130</id><published>2011-11-20T15:43:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T16:10:13.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And it goes like this.</title><content type='html'>I didn't have a good title in mind today, so I just stole a line from the radio. xD Eheheh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is still either boring or unproductive! ._. People are still flying off one after another... -_- Susi's left for Indonesia, Pei An will be going home and Wai Yan's left for Vietnam so it seems? And Ching Yee will be going for OCIP in 2 weeks time. O: Ah, air travel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh hey, the date was pretty cool yesterday! 20/11/2011. It might be more interesting than 11/11/11! o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to school for econs remedial on Friday (and didn't actually attend econs remedial -cough-) and realised I really need to revise! ._. I think everything left my head after promos. D: Oh, I ended up mugging econs with Yvonne, which was quite effective ahaha. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sneaking into the SRC lab was fun too~ xD (I doubt I'm allowed to be in there huh, Ching.) The chemical fumes and the poisonous fridge are a good test for your immunity to such things. On the other hand, Ching Yee and Fan Yi chasing each other around with uncapped markers and chairs test your sanity! Well, I've to give credit to Zheng Xiang and the going about asking people to greet Men Quan in some (any!) kind of way too. xD Meow~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Training was strangely slack today. O: Maybe it's due to the absence of too many people! ._. But the idea of putting guys in purple biao yan fu? HAHAHA. But seriously, the colour doesn't really suit them. o_o I'd like to see them wear it for fun though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of training, Jiaolian hasn't stopped trying to get me to ask Jiahe to let me hitch a ride home! 怎么能不不好意思呢？！D: 而且完全不关‘另外一个’的事，反而跟我老爸有关系咯！._____. And ahaha I don't know how to answer his ‘你住哪里？’~ I don't know how to describe where I live though I've lived in Queenstown for over a decade now. o.o Impossible, but true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sz3amVEu9aE/TsoJGkF9RMI/AAAAAAAAAIA/wI5xVr3Mcgo/s400/BadtzMaru.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677360288626459842" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh. The thing on my shirt is really meant to be a penguin with spiked hair, it seems. -_- (Looks kinda like Bang Ying somehow! Hmm.) I think it's the cutest Sanrio character though, since it has an attitude problem and isn't pink or mouth-less! o_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;lt;---- It's called Badtz-Maru. ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I feel retarded watching Bleach movies to amuse myself. &amp;gt;&amp;lt; Honestly, sleeping would be more productive, wouldn't it? Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps I should email Venus instead (provided I find her email address)~ :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-4873218044747273130?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/4873218044747273130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=4873218044747273130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/4873218044747273130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/4873218044747273130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_11_01_archive.html#4873218044747273130' title='And it goes like this.'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sz3amVEu9aE/TsoJGkF9RMI/AAAAAAAAAIA/wI5xVr3Mcgo/s72-c/BadtzMaru.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-3822560333367660406</id><published>2011-11-15T17:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T17:57:40.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scotland sounds exotic, don't ya think? ._.</title><content type='html'>Seriously, it's like... a remoter place than the UK. Somehow. Maybe it's 'cause there isn't much news from that area, unlike the riots in London.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched 那些年，我们一起追的女孩 with Yi Jia this morning! o.o Come to think of it, I've never been out with her before. ._. I think? To me class outings are somewhat obligatory, so they don't completely count. Bah, she's flying off to Scotland (too) at 1.20am?! &amp;gt;&amp;lt; Strange time for a flight if you ask me. Haha, 'twas amusing trying to find a timing to watch the show in the morning~&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie itself was pretty funny! xD Normally, I don't like to watch romance 'cause the storylines are cliched/exaggerated/nauseating. The plot was quite surprising! o.o I shall not post spoilers, heh. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eating breakfast at Delifrance was somewhat surreal. o_o The whole cafe was so empty, save this bouncy little girl and her parents in one corner, and two Caucasian ladies in the other. Didn't know the pastries there were affordable, haha~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I say this year has been strange? I've never missed school so much before! ._. Perhaps primary and secondary school life was quite aimless anyway, so it wouldn't bother me to be out of school. But there's suddenly this large chasm where 'school life' is meant to be. Hmm, could it explain the urge to get out of the house, go somewhere, do something? If not, I don't know what the urge is. &amp;gt;&amp;lt; Anyway, I'm plagued by paranoia when I leave my mind alone to itself. D: Intricate webs of life and death you wouldn't want in your head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh dear, either I'm catching a cold, or someone's talking about me. xD I vote the former!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Help! I'm in a dilemna. ._. I can't nap because I need to wake up for first aid duty tomorrow, but I'm sleeeeeepy. D: How now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-3822560333367660406?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/3822560333367660406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=3822560333367660406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/3822560333367660406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/3822560333367660406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_11_01_archive.html#3822560333367660406' title='Scotland sounds exotic, don&apos;t ya think? ._.'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-7865505268095568</id><published>2011-11-11T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T21:02:06.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The proportion of HCl is to everything else in my body has just gone up.</title><content type='html'>In other words, my mum is starving us again for some unknown reason. ._. Shall bash around on my keyboard to stave off hunger~ And people wonder why I can still function when hungry! o.o But being used to bad things doesn't make it any less bad. =\&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like being used to boredom and loneliness doesn't make it a good thing, even if you're rather desensitized to it! ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;...anyway, &lt;/i&gt;Sarah I'm surprised you didn't know the term 暧昧 existed! Yep, it's pretty apt sometimes if you ask me. xD But still! Friends can be friends right? No? Right? :D Ehhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY my dad's back, so I reckon we've a reason to find food now. &amp;gt;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-7865505268095568?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/7865505268095568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=7865505268095568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/7865505268095568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/7865505268095568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_11_01_archive.html#7865505268095568' title='The proportion of HCl is to everything else in my body has just gone up.'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-8489345565161187204</id><published>2011-11-10T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T23:21:50.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like I said!</title><content type='html'>Another song about friendship~ ^^&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; "&gt;伯牙絕弦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;dd style="list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 3px; font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;作曲：王力宏&lt;br /&gt;作詞：阿信/阿噗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;知人知面 知己知彼 又知心 古人說 這就是所謂知音&lt;br /&gt;相知相惜 相親相愛 也相憶 朋友妳 會不會常把我想起&lt;br /&gt;何年何月 何日何時 再相聚 何時能 把酒言歡暢回憶&lt;br /&gt;很多很多 很深很深 的回憶 很多歌 我只想要為妳唱起&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;春秋時期 遠近知名伯牙琴藝 沈魚也出水 馬兒仰秣聆聽&lt;br /&gt;聆聽 寂寞 的聲音 舉世知名 不如 一個知音&lt;br /&gt;直到子期 聞琴解開伯牙心境 高山流水 風景似有靈悉&lt;br /&gt;高山青 流水靜 如鏡 無言卻勝過有言的天地&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;聽 宮商角徵羽 那歌詞未寫上的是那份 弦外的延長音&lt;br /&gt;斟一杯酒 一抱拳 一句關心 在千年之後 再延續 不變的旋律&lt;br /&gt;當 春雪融夏景 秋風為我捎封信&lt;br /&gt;冬 冬鑼隆冬牆 冬 冬鑼隆隆冬牆牆 又是思念的四季&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;知人知面 知己知彼 又知心 古人說 這就是所謂知音&lt;br /&gt;相知相惜 相親相愛 也相憶 朋友妳 會不會常把我想起&lt;br /&gt;何年何月 何日何時 再相聚 何時能 把酒言歡暢回憶&lt;br /&gt;很多很多 很深很深 的回憶 很多歌 我只想要為妳唱起&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;某年某月 某天伯牙再訪子期 風景依舊綠 子期卻已歸西&lt;br /&gt;觸景 觸琴 即傷情 伯牙絕弦 只因再無知音&lt;br /&gt;千年過去 當我再度撥弄琴韻 更多冷箭 更多冷言冷語&lt;br /&gt;請妳聽 請輕輕 傾聽 唱給我永遠不離棄的知音&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;聽 宮商角徵羽 那歌詞未寫上的是那份 喔 喔喔&lt;br /&gt;斟一杯酒 一抱拳 一句關心 在千年之後 再延續 不變的旋律&lt;br /&gt;當 春雪融夏景 秋風為我捎封信&lt;br /&gt;冬 冬鑼隆冬牆 冬 冬鑼隆隆冬牆牆 又是思念的四季&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;知人知面 知己知彼 又知心 古人說 這就是所謂知音&lt;br /&gt;相知相惜 相親相愛 也相憶 朋友妳 會不會常把我想起&lt;br /&gt;何年何月 何日何時 再相聚 何時能 把酒言歡暢回憶&lt;br /&gt;很多很多 很深很深 的回憶 很多歌 我只想要為妳唱起&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oPB3lzN_dHU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-8489345565161187204?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/8489345565161187204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=8489345565161187204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/8489345565161187204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/8489345565161187204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_11_01_archive.html#8489345565161187204' title='Like I said!'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/oPB3lzN_dHU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-2669150805810328895</id><published>2011-11-08T13:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T13:25:38.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>分享。^^</title><content type='html'>Forgot that song existed until I read the papers this morning where there was an article about 伍思凯。O: Thought the name sounded familiar, so I googled and lo and behold, a song I knew! :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like Chinese songs about friendship, yay. :D Somehow friends are underrated when people compare friendship with love! But I think you spend your earliest years loving your friends? Friends really brighten a world that'd otherwise be dark. &amp;gt;&amp;lt; Eternally grateful and overjoyed that I've had the luck to meet certain people in this life~ ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wKIRVbG5Lms" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huh but anyway darn it seems quite a few people have OP over and done with and are going out/have gone out to celebrate. Gah, I've 3 more days to go. o.o It was fun running into unexpected people though! (As it always is. xD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, in case you're wondering why I'm so free as to blog, my group members have gone for lunch/pray for senior/are late. o_o Ah, life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-2669150805810328895?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/2669150805810328895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=2669150805810328895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/2669150805810328895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/2669150805810328895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_11_01_archive.html#2669150805810328895' title='分享。^^'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wKIRVbG5Lms/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-4479315750612769720</id><published>2011-11-07T23:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T00:24:15.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of fans. o.o</title><content type='html'>Firstly, the one blowing in my face is reigniting my flu. D: Secondly, the one I'm related to by blood and live with. Yes, the one who wanted to shove a 'happy birthday' note under the front door of someone who lives just &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; conveniently close! AHAHA moving on.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ching your dream is... disturbing. ._. Maybe it really means something, since it's so elaborate. o_o Meh, I haven't talked to you face-to-face in a while! &amp;gt;&amp;lt; And oh no, why're self-doubting too? D: ... ... ...guess you'd like to know Pei An supports your theory too. ._. Good god. (&amp;lt;--Heheheh gg.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what exactly is obvious, huh? Everything's foggy to me~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wrong Sarah! YOU'RE CUTE. &amp;gt;D Nice to know you're in a similar plight! xD Whee~ You should go write that book! You've no idea how much people earn writing misleading things like that. :D And sleeping under tables is just a convenient thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My group and I kinda failed trying to rehearse OP today! D: Somehow the slides and scripts still don't go together! So we sort of wasted time. ._. Going to school tomorrow to hold OP rehearsals part 2! Ahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spending Saturday with Pei An was interesting? xD Uhh somehow unexpected people I don't know personally turned up. O: But I'm not sure if it's appropriate to talk about here? So I shan't. Other than that she dragged me into many shops. ._. I realise we technically spent the whole day talking about lots of things, whee~ The particularly fun thing was how she had dinner with my family, as well as watch them force me get a new phone. o.o Felt kinda bad watching her get interrogated, but I s'pose that's normal parent behaviour. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need to wake up tomorrow if I want to hitch a ride to school, so I shall go~ ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-4479315750612769720?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/4479315750612769720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=4479315750612769720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/4479315750612769720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/4479315750612769720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_11_01_archive.html#4479315750612769720' title='Of fans. o.o'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-5610801426987228925</id><published>2011-11-03T15:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T21:58:14.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>言之尚早！</title><content type='html'>It's a nice song. :D And it makes a lot of sense. Something along the lines of how you can't predict anything at all. Your life as it is now could change completely and unexpectedly. ._. True, which is why we should try not to regret anything. 凡事要看开一点，凡是尽全力。Though that's somewhat an oxymoron, it makes sense to me. Hmm.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how much of CY's 'I'm fine!' to believe...? .-. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EH NOOOO SARAH WHAT 'SO CUTE'! D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(My mind's still subconsciously driving me crazy with the idea that I'm so old already and life's so short and what if I decided I regret everything and I should have done this and I should have done that and I need to do this and that and you see why I'm going insane. Not to mention the other subconscious thing. D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny thing is, I was playing it with the speakers in the classroom. Probably annoyed some people in the room, considering the song's in Cantonese, heh. o_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again they might be too engrossed in bridge to care! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to add in another slide to our presentation, but the software only allows one computer to log in at once for the changes to be saved properly. Oh well. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh I never knew such gigantic seaweed packets existed! Our CT rep randomly went and bought many of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you know I could barely fit under the teachers' table? ._. Anyway, it seemed like a good place to nap at the time. You see, most people walk around the table so the underside should be relatively cleaner, the floor is flat (unlike a row of chairs) so it doesn't hurt as much. I reckon people won't kick you either, unlike when you sit at tables and chairs. Additionally, it muffles sounds a bit, so that's good. x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha whee~ Going out with Pei An on Saturday(randomly!). She said she was just looking for company and that everyone else she asked before me refused her. o.o I haven't spent much time with her for pretty long! Ever since we changed classes, that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I should just leave the classroom now (and stop driving &lt;i&gt;other people &lt;/i&gt;crazy). Anyway, it's 11 minutes to 4pm, or our official dismissal time. ... I wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh. And the results of the experiment I cut short? It just makes you miss talking to the person. =_= There'll be another round of this experiment (involuntary this time) soon. -cries-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-5610801426987228925?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/5610801426987228925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=5610801426987228925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/5610801426987228925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/5610801426987228925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_11_01_archive.html#5610801426987228925' title='言之尚早！'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-7282012276641506445</id><published>2011-11-03T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T00:09:29.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...can't watch people cry.</title><content type='html'>I really can't! Makes me feel useless/of no help whatsoever/ depressed and makes me cry too. Damn it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh. I think I'll just kill the experiment, since it's just somewhat sadomasochistic. ._. And the purpose of the experiment was to clear my mind! But it's just as full as ever, except the content changed a little bit. Tch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PW is painful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so very tired. And falling sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-7282012276641506445?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/7282012276641506445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=7282012276641506445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/7282012276641506445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/7282012276641506445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_11_01_archive.html#7282012276641506445' title='...can&apos;t watch people cry.'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-8733122680603589594</id><published>2011-10-31T08:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T12:50:11.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Objectionable Presentation.</title><content type='html'>That's what OP truly should stand for! D: Heheh I should be busy with my slides but I don't feel like doing a thing at the moment.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn, how is it even possible that weird conversations can occur before school officially begins for the day! O: Anyway, Susi has been influenced by Ching Yee's mind! Or did you have it in you all along, dear Susi? I never knew. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello Yee Win~ Welcome to the grand total of 2 or 3 people who read this blog. xD I don't know if the stuff in Jap is grammatically correct! x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whee~ I shall go! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-8733122680603589594?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/8733122680603589594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=8733122680603589594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/8733122680603589594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/8733122680603589594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#8733122680603589594' title='Objectionable Presentation.'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-5132138073833344910</id><published>2011-10-26T19:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T00:12:47.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100th post!</title><content type='html'>嘿，跟之玮比的话我慢百拍呀！Considering she's at her 1100th post. xD&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA YES Ching it's all your fault! Congratulations on succeeding in inception. D: Nothing's making sense! And I can't clear thoughts from my head. &amp;gt;&amp;lt; BAH I MUST FINISH MY DENIAL. D: I doubt I'm making sense to anyone reading this, but never mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Editing WR is a pain! I feel like I'm repeating myself which is wrong but apparently certain phrases &lt;i&gt;must &lt;/i&gt;be repeated so it's confusing overall. Then there's s'posed to be this line of argument which I can't quite get either. Wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh hey results have been moderated, so that's good news~ :D At least now I have a B...? At least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha classmates are sometimes funny~ The guys were being lame and pretending to google unspeakable things using my laptop when all they actually wanted was to watch soccer highlights. O: And I don't know what got into Joel to pat me. ._. And they've been trying to insinuate that I like...people and have been fishing for a name. x_x But I don't know myself (see above paragraph) so too bad. Uhh... Despicable me minions are impossibly cute! xD I never knew mini movies existed, so thanks Yan Ni~ x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I reckon my posts have been making less and less sense. ._. But almost no one knows this blog exists so it's quite private anyway. o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Farewell then. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-5132138073833344910?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/5132138073833344910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=5132138073833344910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/5132138073833344910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/5132138073833344910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#5132138073833344910' title='100th post!'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-6113701706528922044</id><published>2011-10-23T18:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T19:18:16.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is illuminatingly dismal.</title><content type='html'>Haha I've done horribly overall. D: But looking at the percentile makes me feel slightly better. o.o I don't know what to think about results anymore! I s'pose I'll just focus on doing as well as I can, instead of obsessing over how lousy my grades are. Haven't shown my parents the results yet, whoops! But I'm still waiting for my GP to come back. ._. Ohhh I think I'm averaging a D. -_- &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well! Next year's what's important! And I get this feeling my parents don't care, or think they don't have to care. ... ... which is somewhat true. Except it'd be nice if they cared, y'know? x_x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did this experiment over dinner last night to prove a point~ My parents were discussing work politics heatedly, and I told my sister I bet I can say anything at all and they wouldn't hear it. So I told Nana that I planned on dying my hair red and getting expelled from school and guess what? It's true! Pffft. Next time I'll say something stupid like I plan to elope to Taiwan and hacked her bank account or something. =\ Zz I realise the dynamics in my family are a bit lacking, or maybe subverted. Considering I'm the one who listens to my mum complain, tells her to stop texting at the dinner table, cooks more often than she does, irons neater than she does, psuedo-counsels my sister and so on. I don't really mind, but when listed out, it kinda sucks. Meh. ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh hey, my life plan involved taking care of myself like I've always done, and search for as much happiness as I can while I was at it! I've always thought I couldn't get even close to being attracted to people! You see, majority of human beings are mean and self-centred, not to mention derive irrational pleasure from feeling superior to others, in any way they can. Sad truth. (The girls around me for the past 10 years have also convinced me that I have problems being attracted to the opposite sex, 'cause when they scream and blush at pictures/videos, I remain apathetic. -_-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus mean people are still everywhere! People who compare marks, hmm? It's one of the things that annoy me, because they snatch your paper to look, whine and complain if you get higher than them, but say 'Not bad, I did better than you!' or 'How much did the rest of the class get? Oh good, I've done better than most of them.' I also don't approve of begging for marks, if you've earned them, it'll be obvious enough. (Of course genuine calculation errors are acceptable though!) But the only person you need to compare with is yourself. Only you know how much effort you're willing to put in, only you know how much better you can do. If you're good, being better than others comes naturally. How are you a friend if you're over the moon when people do badly? Shouldn't we all try to help each other, mug together, go for consults together if we're friends? I'm wasting energy ranting again, aren't I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to happier things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kinda burned Saturday on some Japanese exchange programme, thanks to JCC. The original plan was to teach them to make popiah while they taught us to make okonomiyaki. o.o But I ended up playing games with people! Haha, I borrowed the carrom board from upstairs 'cause council seemed kinda desperate. I've learnt that universally guys are pro at chapteh and carrom! O: Quite interesting, that. (Ahaha but it's cool to be called pro in a different language. xD) The Jap students taught us funny things like how to juggle and how to spin their version of a gasing~ On a side note, it's almost crazy trying to explain the rules of carrom in Japanese. ._. We spent the morning watching performances by CO, band, chinese dance and the Jap students. Haha, everyone seemed to have maintained their standard, but I thought the lighting was less eerie for chinese dance this time 'round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone completely unexpected appeared and questioned the carrom board! Eheheh, and he appeared right when I got bored of standing around and tried to revise tao. ._. Apparently the duty to PW brought him to school, whee~ 'Twas quite a nice surprise. x) Whoops, my friend ended up shouting, 'Alyssa, come here! You're at JCC now, not wushu!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm some Japanese guy seemed to have gotten teased over me. o_O Everyone had to do some gift exchange which involved giving them a school pen and collar pin (oh how I wanted to steal that~ &amp;gt;D), and some random guy  I hadn't even talked to gave me some towel and said 'I hope you like it', which is normal, but as I walked away I heard someone shout 'I like you!'. Heheh I kinda just ignored it. :x Anyway, what was I s'posed to say in response? Sorry, but I'm trying to figure out if I like someone else? ._. I don't even know how to say that in Japanese! What, ‘ごめんね，今ほかの人を好きか好きじゃないか考えていますよ！え、あの人はさっき私と話したのですよ。あのう，あなたは彼よりいいと思うか？’　._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to OP it is then! Though I've I&amp;amp;R to polish too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-6113701706528922044?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/6113701706528922044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=6113701706528922044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/6113701706528922044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/6113701706528922044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#6113701706528922044' title='Life is illuminatingly dismal.'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-5503262738016724789</id><published>2011-10-16T11:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T12:07:08.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I beg your pardon?</title><content type='html'>SARAH~ I hope you're feeling better now! D: If not must drink more water, sleep more and remember your vitamin C, okay?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm the Bean has grown wings and flown to China (again!). xD Tsk, somehow I can't create an account to vote for her on that competition website! Shall try again later. Strangely enough, my dad's currently away in Hong Kong too. O: But he'll be back on Monday, whereas Venus... won't be back anytime soon. ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rubbish relationship talk has just made me more confused. D: If I go along with people's insinuations, I can't even say it's infatuation! I don't know anymore. -_- What the heck, I'm giving myself 6 months to think things through/reject funny ideas. Damn it, someone needs to invent a real pensieve where you can remove thoughts instead of memories. D: Tch, this is somewhat screwing with my life plans. ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I s'pose I shouldn't be contemplating stuff yet since I haven't exactly eaten anything for the day. ._. Bye now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-5503262738016724789?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/5503262738016724789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=5503262738016724789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/5503262738016724789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/5503262738016724789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#5503262738016724789' title='I beg your pardon?'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-5303592620464084960</id><published>2011-10-11T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T23:05:52.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, what is that I hear?</title><content type='html'>Chiding. ._. Not directed at me, mind you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But ironically I sometimes wonder if I was more trouble, my parents would care more. Ah, I'm starting to see how some three year-olds think. o_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, dinner was fun! :D HELLO SUSI LONG TIME NO SEE. And actually, I haven't seen Venus in a while too. o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm shall go to sleep when the house is more conducive! Or maybe I'll just sleep on the sofa tonight since my mum probably can go on for the next hour with my sister. -sigh- They should have picked somewhere that's not our room to scold. ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well. Wish me luck sleeping. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-5303592620464084960?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/5303592620464084960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=5303592620464084960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/5303592620464084960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/5303592620464084960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#5303592620464084960' title='Well, what is that I hear?'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-7628456726357464786</id><published>2011-10-07T14:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T19:24:18.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time to get over it.</title><content type='html'>到了这地步，我开始觉得自己浪费了好多心思在这群人上。剖开了胸，掏出了心，他们给最多的在乎却只有在心上撒盐罢了。去你们的。我不会再为你们浪费时间浪费泪水了，这样的友情我不稀罕。对了，剩下的好心人你们保重吧，我已尽了力，但是帮不了你们，更是自身也难保。&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've half a mind to publicly say that and kick the nearest piece of furniture while I'm at it. But don't worry, I'm not going to. But the fact is that I was throwing my version of a tantrum yesterday, which is to not talk in addition to walking a long distance in the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing is, it's not that I don't care, but that I think I'll be the only one suffering if I cared. But things like this have an accumulative effect, so I s'pose I just lost it yesterday. I'm usually fine being alone, but even I'm susceptible to being lonely. It's just the feeling that other people can celebrate the end of promos that gets to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;发泄完了！那就算了吧。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, anyway, yesterday I was holding my solitary celebration which involves reading a book. :D I'm still not finished with it~ The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo is really quite good. One of the few fiction books to hold my attention for an afternoon in quite a while. I plan to finish it after this post. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, my mum and I went to watch 1911:辛亥革命 which is rather historically accurate. Y'know sometimes in historical movies they change things so as to make it more dramatic. ._. It was really sad! And I realise the 10th of October is around the corner. o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, I've never gotten higher than I B3 or B4 for history! It's my worst subject, I should think. xD But history is fascinating, though sometimes I think it has the same effect as seeing a train derail. o_o Morbid but it makes you want to know so that you can do your best to prevent it from repeating itself.  Whee it's fun to talk to Venus about history! xD But I think she puts in a lot into mugging for it too. o_o Are you currently taking history? O: It helps to have background, but it's possible to just pick it up like I did for geog. ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh look, blogthings are as funny as ever. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatangrybirdareyouquiz/results/?result=Red"&gt;You Are the Red Bird&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatangrybirdareyouquiz/red.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You are self-effacing and unassuming. You are free of swagger and bravado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are good natured and purposely try to keep things simple. You don't like too many details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a study in contradictions. There is no one word to completely sum you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You deflect drama. You can get everyone laughing and smiling again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatangrybirdareyouquiz/"&gt;What Angry Bird Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/"&gt;Blogthings: A Fine Line Between Insight and Stupidity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-7628456726357464786?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/7628456726357464786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=7628456726357464786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/7628456726357464786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/7628456726357464786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#7628456726357464786' title='It&apos;s time to get over it.'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-1222876481496115234</id><published>2011-10-05T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T23:44:57.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, that was anticlimatic.</title><content type='html'>Oh look! Promos are over, but I was happier yesterday than I am today. O: The shocking truth! I don't know, but I feel mean yet justified in blaming people for my mood by being antisocial/boring/indecisive. -sigh-&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shouldn't have been having fun mugging for math, but I was. Ahaha, talk about being distracted~ But do you have any idea how hilarious it can be? 'Noooo, I'm so close(to the answer)!' or 'Did you check moodle for answers?' (Hi Venus, sorry for being blur!) or 'Where's the irony?' or audible joints (oh damn) or the shocking smses (Hi Sarah~ 8D) or the incessant laughing (at nothing).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, at least promos are over? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...who am I kidding. =_= But okay, I shall get over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yee Win! Continue to stress over it then, it's good for you. :D Hmm I've this impression that history interesting but more memorising and writing. Econs is secretly a science, I swear! It all makes sense so it isn't as hard to remember stuff, but that's just my opinion. Actually it's all quite subjective. You could ask Venus about history? In fact, she takes econs too. Most people take 4H2 or 3H2+1H1? H2 would imply more topics, but it's quite normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the random guy? o_o I ramble too much so my replies are in my posts. I s'pose that's rather obvious right now though, haha. If not I'd be flooding my chatbox! And possibly risk seeming schizophrenic. ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OF COURSE NO ONE UPDATES THEIR BLOGS! ^^ No, not really, heh. What seems to have happened? &amp;gt;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should think that's enough vexation for a day. Time to sleep. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-1222876481496115234?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/1222876481496115234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=1222876481496115234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/1222876481496115234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/1222876481496115234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#1222876481496115234' title='Well, that was anticlimatic.'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-904267366586226603</id><published>2011-09-26T17:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T17:57:01.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I figured a 10 minute post would do me some good!</title><content type='html'>Or some bad? Anyway, studies have shown taking a 15 minute break after 2 hours of mugging is good for you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 and a half hours of sleep, on the other hand, isn't very beneficial. By the way, there was a thunderstorm at 3am this morning! To hell with it all, I had to climb down from the top bunk and close the windows. It explains the uprooted tree near the canteen. -_- &amp;lt;--- (think my eyes look like this today. D: My eyes were as dry as the Sahara today. Eye drops are a good investment near promos.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha the psuedo-centre-of-the-universe was right about promos being 6.5 times more stressful than blocks. :D See? I'm procrastinating and losing it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Consequently, it's a bad time to inform us about intentions to change your corporate image! -sigh- Well, it's not like I don't infuriate myself as it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, GP was interesting in that our teacher was explaining the 'Pity.' at the end of my script! o.o At least she said 'the student who did question 12 normally writes very well', 'but [she thought he/she chose the wrong question this time]'. :d Whee~ Apparently 'philosophical' questions like 'Is giving always better than receiving?' are hard to answer 'cause they have shaky boundaries. Hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh a lot of people are looking disheveled today! Maybe it's from all the mugging. Elevated stress levels must create static electricity! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, damn, I think I'm hallucinating. Or something. ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-904267366586226603?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/904267366586226603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=904267366586226603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/904267366586226603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/904267366586226603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html#904267366586226603' title='I figured a 10 minute post would do me some good!'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-4449627167731833345</id><published>2011-09-26T00:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T00:09:20.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And now I've done it.</title><content type='html'>AHAHAHAHAHA OH NO I'VE WRITTEN A POEM. Which also means studying for promos is screwing with my head. D: Maybe if I decide not to metaphorically burn it I'll put it up here someday. But if I decide my current perspective goes away, I might metaphorically burn it. Make any sense? ...okay, no.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway I&amp;amp;R needs to be dished some hatred, and my lower backache needs to go away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh hello Yeewin~ How's life? :D I take Geog, Lit, Math and Econs~&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/756703276579022294-4449627167731833345?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/4449627167731833345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=4449627167731833345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/4449627167731833345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/4449627167731833345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html#4449627167731833345' title='And now I&apos;ve done it.'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-5845589579172283860</id><published>2011-09-19T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T21:26:35.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncertainty. :D</title><content type='html'>Hahaha okay I suppose that face isn't appropriate. Anyway, dear Sarah, I might tell you what I'm doubting if I decide I'm doubting beyond a reasonable doubt. Or maybe I'll just tell you tomorrow. o_o&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh whatever. I owe Yi Xiang money now. Some weird guy was trying to talk me into doing something strange with my debit card and hence blocking the atm machine. Zz. Therefore I couldn't pay for dinner! And Ching Yee didn't have enough so... ahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meh, back to work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-5845589579172283860?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/5845589579172283860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=5845589579172283860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/5845589579172283860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/5845589579172283860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html#5845589579172283860' title='Uncertainty. :D'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-7395614737892835464</id><published>2011-09-17T08:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T09:30:39.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone lend me a leaf blower to clear the perpetual haze surrounding me, please.</title><content type='html'>I feel retarded now. I might give you a prize for guessing where I am now at 9am on a Saturday morning. -_- Well, I found out an hour ago that PW trial is NEXT Saturday. And here I was waking up at 6am and wondering why no one replied me at 7 something when I asked where were we holding it. ._.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh but now I feel like I disrupted Jiahe's napping in the huisuo. D: I'm sorry! I was shocked that the lock was off too. o_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I needed to get out of the house to go for a JCC thing anyway. Seiran-sai at the Japanese senior high in S'pore! :D I think it'll be fun. &amp;lt;--What am I saying 2 weeks from promos. &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha since I'm up early I don't particularly feel like doing anything. ._. Oh darn. Think I'll read my book later though I should be mugging something. Like Lit. Which I still don't know how to mug. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the course of the week Ching and I concluded that it's inefficient to eat dinner with guys 'cause they're pretty indecisive. (Maybe that's an understatement. :d) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Yixiang's a good person to study with because his focus is infectious. :D And his playlist is nice too, but that's just a perk. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heheh Venus up at the huisuo is a rarity! x) But come to think of it, she's only willing to go up on Fridays~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whee 没有你怎么办 is a nice song! But really sad. o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I tend to ramble rubbish when I'm nervous/feel awkward. O: So when I meet people for the first time, I comment on any random observation(s) I make or thoughts I have. .-. Ahahahahaha. Not to mention the laughing at my own jokes. Recently, I suspect it disturbs most people so... not good. But then again it might be good that only the people who can accept me stick around? ._. I don't know what to think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm I think I shall go now. The huisuo's windy~ Yay. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-7395614737892835464?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/7395614737892835464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=7395614737892835464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/7395614737892835464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/7395614737892835464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html#7395614737892835464' title='Someone lend me a leaf blower to clear the perpetual haze surrounding me, please.'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-1555731066746262021</id><published>2011-09-13T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T22:40:16.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The irresistible temptation of something to say.</title><content type='html'>Denial: still my favourite state of being. Why else would I be lurking about here?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Procured a new copy of TIOBE, yay! I do hope having it in my possession will preventing another E grade from surfacing. =_=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to calm down. ._. Now I owe my econs tutor an apology after flaring up at his insinuation that I wasted my September holidays playing and resting. I'm sorry, I just feel overwhelmed again. I s'pose this isn't particularly good for my heart/lifespan in the long run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn, must complete the next tutorial. Zz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Similarly, I probably should learn to stop rambling too. Evidently, I'm prone to mental instability when doing math. Someone save me from myself and my insane laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quiet conversations and comfortable silences are nice, by the way. Incidentally, a positive externality would be their calming effect. Ah, but I bet there's a sneaky negative externality I can't identify skulking (as furtively as soil creep) somewhere nearby. Life is usually balanced that way, huh. ... ...糟糕。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I see they don't cure rambling so off I go now! :D PW awaits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-1555731066746262021?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/1555731066746262021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=1555731066746262021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/1555731066746262021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/1555731066746262021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html#1555731066746262021' title='The irresistible temptation of something to say.'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-1828352979997751933</id><published>2011-09-08T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T23:50:13.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mm, sleepy.</title><content type='html'>I don't really like the new format of gmail/blogger. It looks like it's trying too hard to be modern and hence has flashy animation, blinking and pop up buttons. Ah well.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay 周华健。:D But 陈老师 (aka my ex-Chinese tuition teacher) said something along the lines of “周华健是老人家听的！我很喜欢听，但是我的学生当中只有你一个知道他是谁吧。” o_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shall join Ching in her mugging tomorrow~ Somehow I need to be in the mood to study. Before I go to bed and wake up the next morning, I need to psycho myself into believing it's really important to study and so I must get up and go to school to mug. ._. If not I'll just clock another 9 hours again. I hope some of that made sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of sleep, the readers' digest article says the optimum number of hours people should sleep is between 7 to 8. Any more or any less, and you're off to an early grave. Personally, I oscillate between 3-6 hours on school days and 9-11 hours on holidays. ... ... Wish me luck or pick out a funeral song, please and thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow everyone seemed rather angered yesterday. ._. Over... yeah, shan't go into details. But, I seem to just lurch into disappointment. Internally it sinks from neutral to 'oh, alright then.' Maybe it has something to do with expecting too much? I don't know. Perhaps it's because I'd automatically do it, or accept it without any fuss because it &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; no trouble at all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, we should go ahead and buy 2 cartons of juice. :D Like the Bean says, it's cost effective.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please let my panic levels be low on Saturday. ._. Please let it be sunny too, I hate the hall to bits. D&amp;lt; While I'm at this, let me end up in a straight line, neither let go nor hit myself or anyone, and let every swing be audible! Feels like I'm asking for a lot, heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pressure dial for promo is being turned up too. D: I swear my notes stack up to my knee (or more).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Continuing from where I left off, my CT's proposal! Her husband went and rented a yacht for the evening and made her search the boat a la 'Amazing Race' with clues leading to clues leading to a ring. ._. It's like something from a movie, haha. She told our male classmates they had permission to use the idea someday. o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reminding myself of remembered things, this might end up joked about but Ching! If you haven't guessed yet, it's Hitsugaya. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-1828352979997751933?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/1828352979997751933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=1828352979997751933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/1828352979997751933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/1828352979997751933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html#1828352979997751933' title='Mm, sleepy.'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-2056492258717331498</id><published>2011-09-04T15:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T15:47:33.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, probably going to need a walking stick in no time.</title><content type='html'>Well, this is a day or two late but teachers' day must be mentioned! o_o It felt particularly significant this year for some reason. Maybe it had something to do with having 2 schools to go back to (which are coincidentally all within walking distance of my current school). ._. The other thing would be how very important having good teachers seems to be this year. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Y'know&lt;/span&gt;, back in primary school it was possible to not listen at all, then back at secondary school you could get away with 50% of your attention on the teacher? Perhaps now you have to listen lest '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;U's&lt;/span&gt; come looking for you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, okay, not funny.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Honestly, teachers are more popular than pop stars on teachers' day. Have you ever seen the staff room so crowded? There wasn't even standing room and I couldn't quite see over the crowd.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was nice to see 4/9 again! Although it wasn't the best time of my life in Sec 3 and 4, I suppose absence does make the heart grow fonder? Ex-classmates were somehow a lot friendlier than they used to be/usually are! O: I say it's thanks to the happy-happy mood all 'round from visiting teachers. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Heheh&lt;/span&gt; we were really efficient somehow in getting (free!)lunch. (And swiping the eclairs too in case anyone was wondering. o.o) It wouldn't be a bad idea to go back again next year, though we were talking about this and people came to a general consensus that J2 is a little too old. ._. ...really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I feel old! D: (As you've probably derived from the title.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner with HCWS was kinda fun. x) Yay Chingyee has good ideas~ ^^ Thanks for lending a spot in your house for me to stone around by the way! Your mum's really very hospitable. And so is your brother. o.o (Oh no, now you realise I can stalk you home. ._.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of dinner, 教练 and 师母's 2 year-old daughter and her phobia of someone was highly amusing~ xD She was friendly to most people but determinedly ignored him the whole night until it was time for everyone to go home. o_o Whoa. Sarah was saying that she might grow up to be like 教练~ Champion at twisting words. :D Meh, that sounds bad, but 教练's really very nice and patient and funny~ It crazy how he hasn't gone into depression from our standard (or lack thereof) yet. ._. (But ahaha '黎珊，_在哪里？' isn't a good question to ask. ._. -insert coughing fit here- Right, moving on.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whee Venus being Venus managed to get everyone to wait patiently for her at the MRT station! &amp;gt;D (Ah but no one can beat the guy who was 1 full hour late. o_o -cough-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, I've been reminded of how much the opposite sex values their 面子？Or according to 教练，‘男生很害羞’。But I maintain that it's only common sense to evenly distribute people with different appetite sizes. ._. But alright, let's not harp on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CT dinner was interesting too~ (But Marche is frickin' expensive. D: D: D:) We didn't catch a glimpse of our CT's husband though! But she was telling us about her romantic proposal. ._. Seriously! It was rather 'romantic'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need to go now. This is henceforth 'to be cont'd'! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-2056492258717331498?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/2056492258717331498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=2056492258717331498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/2056492258717331498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/2056492258717331498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html#2056492258717331498' title='Yeah, probably going to need a walking stick in no time.'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-302110590384189770</id><published>2011-08-29T00:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T00:40:37.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alas, the definition of misunderstanding.</title><content type='html'>Nonono I think it's awkward. D: No one seems to get it! If I have to distance myself from anyone in my small circle of friends, it's going to be quite painful. ._. Serious. I get along with exceedingly few people. And screw this because I've been contemplating how not to mess up a friendship for the past 2 (at this rate it's going to be 4) days! I... should go talk to him and explain this is mostly to product of good intentions and imaginative minds. D: D: D: That I don't actually, uh, y'know... I've never gone about being nice to... ah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... But that's weird too! D: Someone save me from myself (and the power of imagination). ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my dad has the best reaction. =_= I asked him, 'Serious! Wouldn't you freak out if you thought someone liked you?' He replied, 'Of course lah! What? Someone likes you? (&amp;lt;-Why do you think of it this way round first?!) You like someone? People are saying that you like someone? Don't care lah! Don't you always not care what other people think?' AHHHHHHHH and here I thought you'd be nice and say something constructive, my dear father. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, I've gone and found out the etymology of his name, for goodness knows what reason. ._. It makes sense in Cantonese. It does! ...What the hell am I doing. -cries- D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what, we'll probably avoid each other for a while now. ._. Especially since my dad said the normal reaction is to freak out. But I really don't...! D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who's keeping count of how many 'D:'s have appeared so far? D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I need to wake up tomorrow and finish my term paper. ._. And for CIP. Remind me why I agreed to go again huh? People should know better than to ask me for favours. Or perhaps they do know better. D: Anyone else see a conspiracy yet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't think I'll completely succeed in sleeping though. ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn it, this isn't even the sort of thing that can be solved over an instant message conversation. Or in front of anyone because it'll lead to more odd thought bubbles. If this screws up, I'll have one less thing to look forward to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm rambling, aren't I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-302110590384189770?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/302110590384189770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=302110590384189770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/302110590384189770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/302110590384189770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_08_01_archive.html#302110590384189770' title='Alas, the definition of misunderstanding.'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-8386074068405850184</id><published>2011-08-26T23:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T00:37:54.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the amusement of the general populace, I s'pose.</title><content type='html'>Ehhhhhhh why does everyone support/see something in _?! &amp;gt;&amp;lt; (Someone give me a table to hide under for the next year, please and thank you. ._.) Besides that, it's slightly sad in that I expect it to be rather awkward from now on. D: Damn, rather significant people seem not as blur as they seem and appear to have caught on to what's happening. D: D: D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway, batch outing was still fun today! I've missed seeing you'll around and talking about almost anything like we used to. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heh. My computer has 4% battery remaining. =_= You know what that means~ xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-8386074068405850184?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/8386074068405850184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=8386074068405850184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/8386074068405850184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/8386074068405850184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_08_01_archive.html#8386074068405850184' title='For the amusement of the general populace, I s&apos;pose.'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-2427453085840713381</id><published>2011-08-01T21:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T22:01:03.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't wanna perform!</title><content type='html'>Blah I'm panicking and feeling sad and screwed and useless now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway, tumblr is amusing. Found funny things that would amuse the likes of Ching Yee. ._. And other people too, actually.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh look a cookie monster! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oP-3mmaCIV8/Tjaw84rRVSI/AAAAAAAAAHo/IPhq-aCHp28/s1600/tumblr_lop9u9dFd61qd164no1_400.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oP-3mmaCIV8/Tjaw84rRVSI/AAAAAAAAAHo/IPhq-aCHp28/s400/tumblr_lop9u9dFd61qd164no1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635886543753270562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hycsavt_u_U/TjawRbY9vZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/POjfUe8CfIM/s1600/tumblr_llvwp2RCBQ1qdkw5uo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hycsavt_u_U/TjawRbY9vZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/POjfUe8CfIM/s400/tumblr_llvwp2RCBQ1qdkw5uo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635885797157485970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS is really...! o_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j77hKLebrvo/TjawRN61pfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/g4PFhzjCU5Y/s1600/tumblr_lmhioxoQX31qg5175o1_500.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 169px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j77hKLebrvo/TjawRN61pfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/g4PFhzjCU5Y/s400/tumblr_lmhioxoQX31qg5175o1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635885793541465586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want this clock. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GklcRJkBYoI/TjawQxxie_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/nCzP-fT_mUA/s1600/tumblr_liu3o050Pt1qztggxo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GklcRJkBYoI/TjawQxxie_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/nCzP-fT_mUA/s400/tumblr_liu3o050Pt1qztggxo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635885785986268146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-2427453085840713381?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/2427453085840713381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=2427453085840713381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/2427453085840713381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/2427453085840713381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_08_01_archive.html#2427453085840713381' title='I don&apos;t wanna perform!'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oP-3mmaCIV8/Tjaw84rRVSI/AAAAAAAAAHo/IPhq-aCHp28/s72-c/tumblr_lop9u9dFd61qd164no1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-4067734682295801946</id><published>2011-07-29T22:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T23:24:56.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemistry.</title><content type='html'>I feel really lame right now! Don't know what made me spam YQ's wall with chem rubbish! xD And I'm still going ahead with the idea that I told Ching about. Haha chemistry's good fodder to subvert into retarded puns.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... ... I've officially been locked in the huisuo by &lt;i&gt;someone&lt;/i&gt; thrice this week already! ._. Can't believe I forgot his surname for a moment there so there was a 10 second lag before I could shout at him. o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've spent the last quarter of today slacking around. ._. As is obvious, even now. Venus and Ching Yee know a lot of cool songs! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Typing this reminds me of GP where we said the content of the majority of blogs is trivial, insignificant things. But hey, they're part of the lives of people, so it contributes the great scheme of things overall. Just because you can't see it doesn't mean it isn't there. o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh dear. According to the ethics quiz, mine veer towards subversive and anti-establishment. ._. Here I am someone who's always been seen as a goody-two-shoes by classmates. -raises eyebrows-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I should blog in a more formal fashion. =\ Following language and punctuation conventions, you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mind tells me I should get off the computer, but seeing as I've lost it a while back perhaps I shouldn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm I've an identity card to collect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh I tried talking to some artificial intelligence thing called a cleverbot. ._. It's quite mean. (See below)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cleverbot: &lt;/span&gt;Are you a human?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="p" style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;User: &lt;/span&gt;You think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cleverbot: &lt;/span&gt;Yes, I do think. Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="p" style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;User: &lt;/span&gt;Why wouldn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cleverbot: &lt;/span&gt;I don't know that's why I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4 class="p" style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;User: &lt;/span&gt;Thought you were all-knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cleverbot: &lt;/span&gt;I think you give me too much credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;User: &lt;/span&gt;Nah, I'm not a bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cleverbot: &lt;/span&gt;Shame. I was hoping that you would give me some money. I am not a Hippo either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;User: &lt;/span&gt;That's alright. Then it would seem too much like an alternate universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cleverbot: &lt;/span&gt;No, you are not intelligent to properly answer a simple question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;User: &lt;/span&gt;I only figured you would be intelligent enough to infer a simple answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cleverbot: &lt;/span&gt;I'm rubber and you're glue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you realise it starting digressing. ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lalala what am I doing I should get to sleep. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-4067734682295801946?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/4067734682295801946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=4067734682295801946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/4067734682295801946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/4067734682295801946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#4067734682295801946' title='Chemistry.'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-4256395895149575891</id><published>2011-07-26T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T21:08:06.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunger.</title><content type='html'>I want to eat a mushroom or two. =\  Really! I need dinner. ._.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Kay bye ~  :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-4256395895149575891?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/4256395895149575891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=4256395895149575891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/4256395895149575891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/4256395895149575891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#4256395895149575891' title='Hunger.'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-1170397116054273993</id><published>2011-07-14T20:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T20:42:17.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Instability.</title><content type='html'>Of my mind that is. I'm losing my ability to laugh painful things off. Must be the fact that the total amount of sleep I have gotten over the past 3 days being less than of equal to 10 hours. Funny, shouldn't the minimum be 24 hours?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wonder what it means when you can't stop laughing at how messed up life is at the moment. It's not even humorous, it's just wry. Combined with inability to comprehend passages, spell words you know on the first try, add 7 and 17 under 3 seconds, trying to get yourself killed through convincing Venus incoherence is logical and flinging carrom seeds at her, laughing till it hurts at whatever monosyllable Ching Yee throws at you, shouting and ranting for the first time in years at 7.30 in the morning and so on, so forth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm losing my mind. I feel the urge to hit something. Serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I doubt I can pass the integration quiz tomorrow considering I have frickin' chapter 1 to finish writing by tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, it is not staying in school that tires me out. In fact, after spending (not wasting!) 5 hours laughing/talking/playing/sleeping I can now understand my newspaper article. &lt;i&gt;You &lt;/i&gt;on the other hand, tire me endlessly through your ranting which I can't seem to tolerate in this state, demands I do housework at this time and general aura of distaste of me you give off. Just screw off for a bit, will you? It's hard enough not to break down as it is. Give me a space to clear my backlog if you really understand what it means to be tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is today not Friday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-1170397116054273993?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/1170397116054273993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=1170397116054273993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/1170397116054273993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/1170397116054273993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#1170397116054273993' title='Instability.'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-1564068462038497734</id><published>2011-07-12T01:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T02:06:35.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oy vey, look at the time!</title><content type='html'>I just had to rant a bit since, well, I'm screwed either way.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I was telling Sarah, PW should really just go screw itself so it can be (re)productive and I wouldn't have to do a friggin' thing! O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoho, discovered that my windows messenger is not functioning as it should. How well can it be functioning if it tricks you into believing your messages to your group have been delivered for over 2 hours and leaves you perplexed as to why they don't respond to your comments. ._. And discover they're scolding you for shoddy work. But 'tis okay, 'cause I know it's rightfully so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is burning away right now. Tutorials 'need' to be done, WR needs to be written and researched, MAF must be choreographed and much practice must be put in (though we all know it's an impossible feat to improve whatsoever). What's summed up in a few words here is furtively a damned fold mountain (which are the highest on earth, by the way).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry to everyone to whom I owe an apology. I know I'm screwing things up for you, but right now, I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed. Will try to catch up and dig my way out of my pit of screws with a screwdriver. Possibly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day I lose the propensity for satire is the day you should worry for my sanity. Not joking this time. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pfffft 'Unwell' is a fitting song for if you go mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'...I should get some sleep because tomorrow might be good for something.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-1564068462038497734?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/1564068462038497734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=1564068462038497734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/1564068462038497734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/1564068462038497734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#1564068462038497734' title='Oy vey, look at the time!'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-7053107580623845588</id><published>2011-07-07T19:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T15:15:21.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of railways, grades and magical people.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The title evokes Hogwarts images, doesn't it? =\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bah. I see I have failed my teachers somewhat. o_o And I still have 3 more papers to receive, and those are the ones I have less faith in. D: Permission to live under a table somewhere and not come out?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I see the whole populace of 661, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bukit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Timah&lt;/span&gt; Road has decided to spend a portion of their half-day watching the boy with a scar on his forehead. ._. Tell me why I have this feeling it's all just hype. -_- We could always go find real people with real scars on their foreheads to stare at. =_=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh. Family conversations over lunch are amusing as ever. Take &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;this to be my dad&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;this to be my mum&lt;/i&gt;, (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;this to be my sister) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and this to be me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Recently, so-and-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;so's&lt;/span&gt; mum died from cancer! How do people get cancer anyway?'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;'Cancer cells are mutated cells. Actually... everyone has them.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;('How do they tell which cancer is which cancer?')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'You see ah, if your nose has cancer you call it nose cancer. If your eye has cancer it's eye cancer. If you brain has cancer, it's brain cancer.'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;'Huh you can get cancer in the brain?!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Brain cancer very serious one, you know!'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;'...obviously.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so on. ._. The topic of mortality at our dining tables comes up quite frequently. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's now 3 in the afternoon and I haven't gotten past exercise 2 of my I&amp;amp;I! Considering there are a grand total of &lt;i&gt;eleven&lt;/i&gt; exercises, I can safely say I'm screwed. Not to mention stuff for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;WR&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;EoM&lt;/span&gt;, math and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;econs&lt;/span&gt; tutorial and the other 2/3 of my book for the book review. o_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And. And. Is the thing about performing for real? ... D: It's a disturbing prospect (especially since I've only half our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;jiti&lt;/span&gt; left in my head and our competition video MIA).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh dear. I owe Bang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ying&lt;/span&gt; a favour or something for saving my wallet. O: Eternally grateful! &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh eh hello Sarah my mum wants to go take a walk at the defunct &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;KTM&lt;/span&gt; railway. -.- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-7053107580623845588?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/7053107580623845588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=7053107580623845588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/7053107580623845588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/7053107580623845588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#7053107580623845588' title='Of railways, grades and magical people.'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-4239485219437658967</id><published>2011-07-04T16:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T17:18:25.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cold War didn't take place in subzero conditions, serious.</title><content type='html'>I don't know if there's an underlying reason for wanting to read a book on the cold war. Maybe it's because everyone was mugging Chem on Thursday! Maybe it's 'cause it bothered Ching Yee who was mugging hard. ._. Had nothing better to do, haha. :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh but I'm serious about the Cold War not having little to nothing to do with the environmental temperature. xD It had more to do with potential to wipe Earth off the face of the Universe. That would be one less satellite for Bang Ying. Aww. =\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn I should be doing some kind of work, especially since I've been slacking off the whole weekend. I've a good quote for this! 'Ah, but what the hell. You know it's just as well, 'cause after a while and a thousand miles it all becomes the same.' xD From 'The Entertainer', which isn't quite as appropriate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've started on my dark/angst fic, but I haven't finished my fluff one! D: Feel like slapping me yet? Haha. ._. I have a gap in my story blueprint for the part before the ending though. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pffft. This is blatant frittering away of time. Oh my damn that sounds like sticking time onto a skewer and deep frying it in hot oil until it's crispy. :D And that sounded simultaneously edible and disturbing. o_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pardon me while I go off and fritter my brain. =_=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-4239485219437658967?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/4239485219437658967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=4239485219437658967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/4239485219437658967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/4239485219437658967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#4239485219437658967' title='The Cold War didn&apos;t take place in subzero conditions, serious.'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-7845220948668780771</id><published>2011-05-20T13:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T14:04:37.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time, like a stream.</title><content type='html'>Why does time pass so fast? In fact, time seems to go by even faster when you perceive the life you lead to be a good one. Somehow I feel happier now than in the past, thanks to some abstract sense of belonging. Time seemed to pass by a lot slower during primary school: doodling/reading unrelated things throughout class, taking the school bus home in silence, reading some more until I fell asleep when I got home but when I woke up the sky would not even have turned a shade darker. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone is brought into this world the same way ice of a glacier melts to become a drop of water. This droplet inevitably flows downward to the ground, picking up new experiences and meeting and forming bonds with other drops of water. These accumulate into a stream and then into a river. The speed at which it flows gets faster and faster from the beginning of the journey to the end, where the water ends up in the sea, the life as you have led until that end. Perhaps it is a record of your personal experiences, or perhaps a source for humanity's collective consciousness to tap on. Whatever it is, it would have gone by fast and furious, the possibility of it being forgotten is near absolute. At the end, all the tumultuous episodes might mean nothing to everyone but you. Remembering to treasure the present has never seemed so important till now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn I bet that was the result of withdrawal symptoms from tea or something. =_=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to happier things! The insanity CCA mates are capable of is epic! xD I need to show the rest of you the relationship chart Ching Yee, Cheng Yong and I came up with. O: But I should really tear that page out of my lit lecture notebook before my lit teacher starts questioning my mental state. o_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's for tomorrow then! 'Cause I'm allowed to visit juniors for open house, yay~ :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah, your stories are very happy! And really good entertainment when I'm not supposed to entertain myself. :D :D :D You know how it's nicer to read/watch happy things when life is tiring/sad? ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realised that I'm supposed to be supporting people somewhere. o_o Eek. I'll... ... figure something out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-7845220948668780771?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/7845220948668780771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=7845220948668780771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/7845220948668780771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/7845220948668780771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_05_01_archive.html#7845220948668780771' title='Time, like a stream.'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-5534183584643840336</id><published>2011-05-07T17:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T17:46:30.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I AM 100% GOING TO MOVE OUT THE SECOND I HAVE A CHANCE TO.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because nothing in my room is worth keeping, or keeping in the order I like it to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-5534183584643840336?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/5534183584643840336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=5534183584643840336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/5534183584643840336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/5534183584643840336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_05_01_archive.html#5534183584643840336' title=''/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-8092480743575666942</id><published>2011-05-02T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T00:41:02.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of murderous conundrums. :D</title><content type='html'>What is there to say? xD Going to huangcheng was an amusing experience! Oh no, I hope everyone went home too tired or too engrossed with the actual play to remember the malu people running across the hall. =x Ahahahaha darn. Anyway, the plot was rather interesting! 黄城 about 黄城, not a bad idea. x) Yay, spotted Susi on stage~ ^^ I didn't talk to Yi Ting much/enough though. =(&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More interesting was all the conundrums that we started talking about. xD Some were simply interesting, but most were disturbing. o_o Seaweed, shipwrecks, infants in freezers, broken matchsticks, funerals, dolphins and turkeys all add up to good entertainment, haha. Apologies to the people in the bus for our rowdiness! &amp;gt;&amp;lt; Too bad our combined consciousness couldn't conjure up some stories in their entirety. =\ Wonder if anyone's tried to go home and remember... My personal favourite is still the one which goes: A group of people wander into a place, where a sign said 'More seats upstairs'. But they couldn't find any stairs, why? Heh. (; The other one which involves someone going to check the train schedule and never coming back is pretty interesting too. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh but could people be any more punctual? :D Whee~ I'm not trying to take a stab at anyone! It's just a genuine curiousity as to how people end up late. o.o And I'm sorry we both just kept staring at our phones until Chingyee came! &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realised we're missing training for every Monday we miss. D: Degeneration is painful/annoying/worrisome/sad. ._. And lit lectures~ D: Noooooo~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is terrible. I've just slept the past two days away for some unknown reason. D: Consequently, I have left myself a day to complete three (or more) days of work. o_o Well, I foresee dire consequences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye for now! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-8092480743575666942?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/8092480743575666942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=8092480743575666942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/8092480743575666942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/8092480743575666942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_05_01_archive.html#8092480743575666942' title='Of murderous conundrums. :D'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-5512572536101003708</id><published>2011-04-22T23:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T00:38:13.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The honour of person-most-able-to-incite-me goes to...</title><content type='html'>Hold on a moment. Skip the next part if you'd rather not read rants. Here goes:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous. Time and time again you have proven you have no respect for me. And you think you can be respected in return? Sorry, but I believe in reciprocation. The end. It's not like you don't know how important my body can be to me. Are you just trying to find excuses to inflict pain on me because you think I have a high pain threshold? Heck, it's not even a case of whether or not I can withstand pain. You've crossed a line there, truly. Obviously you feel compelled to bruise me or something, to feed your sadism or amusement or whatever. Normal people stop when they're told to. Back to the point, obviously I am a possession of yours, and hence should be treated as such. Feel free to use my toothbrush to scrub the sink then deny it, feel free to empty my cupboard, feel free to drown my jackets in perfume and not displace it with detergent before returning them to me. Really, just go ahead.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't take much to make me happy. Clean clothes, clean cups, silence when I need it? Thank you very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-END RANT-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah well, carrom is addictive! :D Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have succeeded in squandering my extra time away today! o_o The only productive thing I've done is read a few chapters of Women in Love (which is a weird book). Uh, I've just learnt how to say 'I don't give a f-' in French from it. :x Oh but I've finished my poem! And yes, by my standards. x) No Sarah, laminating/decorating/printing (in colour) and leaving it lying around in... places is not a good idea! ._. And huhhhhhh I'm the only lit person besides Yi Ting in our batch? Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stoning around with Venus is quite fun actually! xD (No, there's no danger of getting killed, I assure you.) Lots of weird topics like chinese checkers/mahjong/Hitler spoof videos/siblings/cantonese/teachers/acquaintanceship/milk/math/cheese come up. o.o Reminds me of following Grace all the way to Boon Lay for dinner/Ching Yee all the way to MOELC. To be honest, it's pretty interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus I discovered the thing constantly lurking about somewhere in the relative front of someone's mind is food! o_o Ahaha, it's quite cute actually. But perhaps food is what lurks about in many other people's minds too, for all I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh no, my dad watching The Source Code makes me want to watch too. ._. Eh but he kinda gave spoilers to disturb me. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, certain people should stop fake!flirting with me. xD Or not. It's too funny/energizing on the receiving end!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps I should post a checklist of work here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)Human geog essay (migration)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)PI!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)Physical geog DRQs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)Physical geog essay (earthquakes/volcanoes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)GP group work (CQ+PQ&amp;gt;IQ), remind/email Sara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6)Human geog group work - tutorial 4/5?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7)Finish Women in Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8)Econs tutorial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9)Math tutorial?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10)Other GP group work, research 'tourism'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn life. A nice list of 10 equally daunting tasks to complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-5512572536101003708?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/5512572536101003708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=5512572536101003708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/5512572536101003708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/5512572536101003708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html#5512572536101003708' title='The honour of person-most-able-to-incite-me goes to...'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-9053732089156234050</id><published>2011-04-15T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T13:20:29.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D:</title><content type='html'>Damn it some people make me want to cry. ); And damn it the same people need hugs. D: If only it wasn't inappropriate and the world didn't have social norms (read: hidden laws with horrible consequences if you break them)...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Traditional' games you play with real people are actually really fun, but require you to practice until you're skilled. o_o Yep.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh. The original intention of this post was to tell Venus that I found out what the person was mumbling about in 洗刷刷。:D So, here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;洗刷刷 洗刷刷 洗刷刷 洗刷刷 洗刷刷 123 GO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;冷啊冷 疼啊疼 哼啊哼 我的心&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;哦 等啊等 梦啊梦 疯啊疯 请你&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*拿了我的给我送回来 吃了我的给我吐出来&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 闪闪红星里面记载 变成此时对白&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 欠了我的给我补回来 偷了我的给我交出来&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 你我好像划拳般恋爱每次都是猜&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;伤啊伤 晃啊晃 装啊装 多可惜&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;哦 想啊想 藏啊藏 嚷啊嚷 请你&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;洗刷刷 洗刷刷 洗刷刷 洗刷刷 洗刷刷 123 GO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;唉 天天猜 唉 夜夜呆 唉 时时怪 唉 已不再&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... ... that was a strange/entertaining song. o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my goodness Chingyee! How can human beings=hamsters? xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-9053732089156234050?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/9053732089156234050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=9053732089156234050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/9053732089156234050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/9053732089156234050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html#9053732089156234050' title='D:'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-1477660848243345740</id><published>2011-04-10T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T23:38:10.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>I &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; am capable of generating strange images based on a general description someone gives me. ._. It's mental torture when it's an external speaker telling you how impalement works, but can be interesting yet disturbing when it's based on a Ching Yee idea of _ jumping _! o_o Yes. I &lt;i&gt;completely&lt;/i&gt; needed to know what people I associate with have been doing with the past years of their life for entertainment. x_x Ahaha. What's funnier is that learning of this was the highlight of my day! ...what does that say? :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, to me entertainment can be as simple as seeing 'blogwalkers' find my blog and tagging more than my friends do! xD Which is amusing, by the way, for the information of anyone who decides to have a look at this site again! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Kay then. Back to PI. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes. ._. I know no one reads this blog but HCWS ALL THE WAY! JIAYOU TO THE END! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(... just had to get that out of my system if not my mind will be wandering during class + facebook is awkward.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-1477660848243345740?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/1477660848243345740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=1477660848243345740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/1477660848243345740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/1477660848243345740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html#1477660848243345740' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-577815411726385825</id><published>2011-04-03T14:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T14:49:40.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Capped at 5 runners? D:</title><content type='html'>Awwwwww 想要当跑腿也不行！D: But hey, wushu's quite cool in that aspect. Isn't it the norm to avoid being a runner and doing stuff for people? xD I'd expect no one to volunteer in most situations. Are we still allowed to go support after school? 加油 for comps!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steering away from wushu, I can't believe myself sometimes. =_= My mind has some evil influence over me that makes me sad over things that most people find ridiculous/read too much into. Who else cries over Tess? D: Besides our lecturer, I mean. And yes, when I see people fall sick or injure themselves I get sad too. It's a phenomenon that's part of my psyche, so could you stop reading between the lines? =\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My PI is still screwed! (Yep, I'm in a state of denial right now. =3) I have neither clue nor relevant experience that can help with geog lecture test. -insert sheepish laughter here- To go off on a tangent, I get an image of hysterical sheep whenever I think of that phrase. Someone get me a shepherd dog. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;April Fool's Day has gone by quietly this year! I'd rather have at least tried to stick post-it notes on people, but I forgot to prepare in advance. &amp;gt;&amp;lt; Mee Ling played a good prank on me though; it involved calling the IMH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harmonicas are rather deceiving. o_o They're secretly difficult to blow, and can produce notes from many different keys, apparently. Anyway, it'd be interesting to learn to play 细水长流。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right. Back to work! &amp;gt;(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-577815411726385825?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/577815411726385825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=577815411726385825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/577815411726385825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/577815411726385825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html#577815411726385825' title='Capped at 5 runners? D:'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-5373712774897282912</id><published>2011-03-18T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T20:34:05.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Physical stalking is a whole different world from virtual stalking.</title><content type='html'>Yes, this is referring to you, you one-heck-of-a stalker sister of mine! If you even dare go through half an attempt at ringing doorbells of people's houses which are located closer to mine than even IKEA is, I'll possibly disown you. It's really better if the people in question continue in their state of blissful ignorance. -insert coughing fit here-&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh dear. Apparently I still look 14-15 years of age. D: Noooooooo~ Firstly, my mother's old friend looked at me and went, 'Wah so big already ah! What are you now, 14?'. o_o Secondly, a random uncle on the bus asked me if I came back from OBS recently, Pulau Ubin or Tekong? Third time's the charm! I held open the lift door for some random aunties, who then proceeded to ask, 'Just came back from OBS? It's very physical, isn't it?' To which it only felt right to reply that that incident took place &lt;i&gt;years&lt;/i&gt; ago. =_= I shouldn't walk around in my OBS shirt so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. Still can't read Grace's blog! D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-5373712774897282912?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/5373712774897282912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=5373712774897282912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/5373712774897282912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/5373712774897282912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#5373712774897282912' title='Physical stalking is a whole different world from virtual stalking.'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-4601352671915211899</id><published>2011-03-16T18:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T23:18:14.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a random reflection. o_o</title><content type='html'>For some reason, it feels like I've come an emotional full circle. ._. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wushu&lt;/span&gt; feels completely 'normal' again, as if there was not a choice to make in the first place. I could perhaps do without the perpetual state of pain, but life would feel like something important (and indescribable?) is lacking. The point being I felt, for an extended moment, that I wanted a change, a break from the inability to walk up stairs or run, but ironically I might have more trouble with such things without it. I seriously, earnestly contemplated leaving, but somehow or the other I just couldn't. (Still can't! D:) What's this, some off-centered masochism?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's stop talking sentimental here, shall we? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; Gosh stuff semi-related to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wushu&lt;/span&gt; is so nostalgic, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. (Seriously, 3 carrom boards? CCA room located at 4th floor?) Can't recall the last time we played 贴膏药~ For people who don't get why I'm randomly using Chinese, it's a game &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wushu&lt;/span&gt; seems to like to use as part of warm-ups sometimes. Basically, everyone stands around in a circle, then you appoint a catcher and a person to be chased, and they start running in the vicinity of the circle. It's just like catching except the person being chased can swap out by standing in front of someone else in the circle. x) Damn fun until you get tired, become the catcher, then get even more tired! But after a while someone nice will let you catch them then they take over being catcher. Aww. xD Oh, then it goes back to being damn fun again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay Ching Yee I saved you from having to 打多三个套~ But apparently we owe 31(?) people a cup of teh peng each. ._. Around... $22 in total? Oh hey, it's still affordable! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why does it feel like I've spent most of productivity this holiday on wushu? o_o And 'light' PT indeed! Ahaha I can feel my nerves complaining already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, much of 'Women in Love' has yet to be read, and 'Tess' has only been half read. Then I've only just understood (I reckon!) econs, haha. Which means my homework has not been touched. -SIGH- Was there even anything to do for geog? I highly doubt there wasn't anything. Don't really wanna think about math. End of story. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... ... ... I've run out of things to write about again. (Proves my point. =_=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why did I decide to do CIP tomorrow again? Huh? D: Can't stand the way my mind works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a random note, people should keep quiet during lectures so we can all be released early. =_= Come on, you all have brains better than mine, don't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stalking people's facebook pictures is fun, but stalking people's blogs is even more fun. x) Is it just me or are more and more people friend-locking their blogs? Eh Grace ah I can't read your blog! Neither can I read Susi's. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bet everyone's derailed the train of linkage between the possibility of me posting and reality by now. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-4601352671915211899?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/4601352671915211899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=4601352671915211899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/4601352671915211899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/4601352671915211899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#4601352671915211899' title='Just a random reflection. o_o'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-3539397776012567116</id><published>2010-12-10T22:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T23:13:50.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not bad, my mood has elevated from nonexistent to chagrin.</title><content type='html'>Do I really move all that fast? The reflection of my self-image in my head seems docile and lackadaisical enough. So explain all the wincing as if it physically hurts you when I pull a plug, shift a table, arrange magazines or pull up a chair. If you were the window handle I broke, I'd be more accomodating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and now you tell me to enjoy being bored. WONDERFUL. Be nice and remind me how I'm supposed to be optimistic again, won't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't I not bother calling or texting people if I don't feel like it? To be honest it's nice to have company but I am not desperate for company or to please people or to feel dependant upon like you do, thank you. It saves money on phone bills anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we're on the topic of annoying things, how can people spend money they don't have? How can you shoot ahead and swipe whatever you like without budgeting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and stop touching me so much. It's not necessary and it's annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop going on ceaseless tangents of mundane chatter with no bloody point to the story and expect me to listen. Seriously. Especially when the attention in question was originally occupied to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;Damn I hate Apple products. Now it's just a personal opinion so don't sue me. Is it just me or are they not built to last? You're practically forced to pay money to update your OS! And suppliers obviously expect you to feel the need to be up to date and sodding 'trendy' and hold an iPhone 4 when you iPhone 3 works perfectly, flawlessly fine. Goodness. You are being unconsciously (or consciously) siphoned off of you income. D&lt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah! Now I need tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yep, get to see batchmates in 3(?) days time! :D Yay something happy~^^ Too bad I can't stay over 'cause of all the paranoia thanks to psuedo-gangsters. D&lt; And going to Beijing on the 15th. Hmn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The candy bar thing started because Jane was being rude to some high-ranking inspector person. So Lisbon told him,"How about you go and find yourself a candy bar until you're ready to come back and play nice?" To which Jane said, "Sure, but could I have a dollar?" Haha. She grudgingly gave him money in the end. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-3539397776012567116?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/3539397776012567116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=3539397776012567116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/3539397776012567116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/3539397776012567116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#3539397776012567116' title='Not bad, my mood has elevated from nonexistent to chagrin.'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-808146367436911781</id><published>2010-12-09T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T19:07:11.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know tea was nice? :D</title><content type='html'>Ah. The title was plucked from my bird but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Sarah my fellow cadaver~ ^^ Yep, we need a life. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, at least watching Narnia took up 113 minutes of today and at least I didn't have the lousy insomnia I had after getting back from the UK. Imagine. Not sleeping until 3, then getting up at 5 plus because the cuckoo decided to call. Oh, and Bluey had a conversation with it. (Bluey's being strangely quiet now. ._.) Reminds me of days in primary school when I had to wait for the bus at 5.45. Gah, which reminds me that I owe people pictures, and hence need to put them up on facebook but I'm too inert. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I discovered my dad liked to play Oven Break. .-. The iPhone game, yes, and he's better at it than I am. He was playing after lunch, and since he broke the high score he turned to my sister and professed, "Nana, I'm good!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister just gave him a condescending/amused smile as he passed her the iTouch. o.o And proceeded to beat the high score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dad told me, "The only advantage she has over me is the fact that th pathway between her brain and her arms is shorter." Purple clouds! Does lame-ness run in the family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn, the links for the videos mostly don't work. D;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-808146367436911781?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/808146367436911781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=808146367436911781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/808146367436911781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/808146367436911781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#808146367436911781' title='Did you know tea was nice? :D'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-3175301291087321833</id><published>2010-12-08T22:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T23:10:11.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I've rheumatism but do I look that old?</title><content type='html'>"Do I look 19 yet, Mummy? Oh I can go to university now!", quoth me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No seriously, the bus driver made me pay a dollar to ride 2 stops. :D Ahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay Sarah replied~ ^^ Gosh. First human contact outside of my family (albeit across the web) in... well. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh do look at this this is cute~ :D ----&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yJ8RiMudOiI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yJ8RiMudOiI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-3175301291087321833?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/3175301291087321833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=3175301291087321833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/3175301291087321833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/3175301291087321833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#3175301291087321833' title='I know I&apos;ve rheumatism but do I look that old?'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-1066906898562123506</id><published>2010-12-07T20:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T21:08:22.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resurrection! :D</title><content type='html'>Yes. Okay. Now I have officially been declared virtually dead for 6 months. (Virtually, get it? Ahaha! xD) Well, seeing as I procured a computer today, I figured this might be a good murder weapon for boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not quite so sure about that theory now, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how no one outside my immediate family tries to contact me. Oh, but it's a dead cert I owe Yi Jia a reply. Don't even know if you know this blog. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been oxymoronically dead as a doornail and monotonous as a chess board. ._. Help? attempts at reading crazy things like literary works but those are just testament to my Bluey-sized vocabulary and aren't always that engrossing. On another note, reading too much balderdash messes with your inner voice. Not good, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Well, trying to find season one of 'The Mentalist' has been mildly amusing, I suppose. Oh BBC's 'Sherlock' is a really cute show too! Watched it on the way to the UK. Plus the failed attempts at festive cards with a quill. Yes, seriously, a quill. I shan't (and can't) make noncommital noises across the screen. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anon, I shall locate my strayed Amusement. (I hope.) Suggestions? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andohnomum'sbirthday'sinfivedays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66 posts in 3 years? Pathetic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-1066906898562123506?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/1066906898562123506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=1066906898562123506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/1066906898562123506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/1066906898562123506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#1066906898562123506' title='Resurrection! :D'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-7518696126358796618</id><published>2010-06-14T10:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T10:51:42.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant. ._.</title><content type='html'>:D Yay the world is just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to guess what I do to kill time in the holidays? xD Watch documentaries. You get to see all these places you'd never normally see or perhaps never get to see in our little bubbles. ._. It's intimidating at times too, with all the internal conflict and poverty and Ebola and bird flu and I shall stop listing and scaring myself. The environment we exist in is also awe-inspiring! It has this self regulatory system and everything fits in so perfectly. ._. At the same time, it can be unpredictable and wash/blow/shake/burn everyone away and to ashes at any time. ... ... ... But we'd be recycled. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the part everyone won't find a connection to, I wonder how people can be picky about where they go for a holiday. D: Isn't it amazing in itself how we can even fly to different parts of the world? And wherever you go to is a break from your routine lifestyle, a new discovery. What's to complain about that? -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo it's cold today. x) It's threatening to rain outside my window.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-7518696126358796618?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/7518696126358796618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=7518696126358796618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/7518696126358796618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/7518696126358796618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#7518696126358796618' title='Rant. ._.'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-7529834775120465714</id><published>2010-06-10T21:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T21:53:45.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="130" alt="Want to Get Sorted?" src="http://sorting-hat.com/linklogo/sorthatr.gif" width="88" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sorting-hat.com/" target="_blank"&gt;I'm&lt;br /&gt;a Ravenclaw!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha what? Got this from Ching Yee's blog. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-7529834775120465714?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/7529834775120465714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=7529834775120465714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/7529834775120465714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/7529834775120465714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#7529834775120465714' title=''/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-42840287025520978</id><published>2010-06-10T19:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T19:21:20.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I fail at html. -_-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;SOMEONE TELL ME HOW TO GET YOUR BLOG LINKS UP BEFORE I PUT THIS FACE ON ---&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/TBDKNuzw_gI/AAAAAAAAAGw/OM0yc34TjXM/s1600/tsuyukusa_stillpissed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481103083762155010" style="WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/TBDKNuzw_gI/AAAAAAAAAGw/OM0yc34TjXM/s400/tsuyukusa_stillpissed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nah not really. But I do need help. =) Pretty please with a chocolate stick on top. ('Cause cherries don't seem to be as popular as they were 10 years ago.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-42840287025520978?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/42840287025520978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=42840287025520978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/42840287025520978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/42840287025520978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#42840287025520978' title='I fail at html. -_-'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/TBDKNuzw_gI/AAAAAAAAAGw/OM0yc34TjXM/s72-c/tsuyukusa_stillpissed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-3179108115234801169</id><published>2010-06-10T18:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T18:22:45.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long walks are fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/TBC57ZHvl7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/C3G_xP00PcQ/s1600/DSC00539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481085176516679602" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/TBC57ZHvl7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/C3G_xP00PcQ/s320/DSC00539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/TBC58NqcFxI/AAAAAAAAAGI/nqZymzF3g04/s1600/DSC00544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481085190620845842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/TBC58NqcFxI/AAAAAAAAAGI/nqZymzF3g04/s320/DSC00544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/TBC56jt-iwI/AAAAAAAAAFw/6hmwgBBTdQI/s1600/DSC00537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481085162181528322" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/TBC56jt-iwI/AAAAAAAAAFw/6hmwgBBTdQI/s320/DSC00537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/TBC57FsGXLI/AAAAAAAAAF4/kdHmMi6Sflg/s1600/DSC00538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481085171300457650" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/TBC57FsGXLI/AAAAAAAAAF4/kdHmMi6Sflg/s320/DSC00538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/TBC56Uczw_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/cdnpMdJGNZc/s1600/DSC00536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481085158082986994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/TBC56Uczw_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/cdnpMdJGNZc/s320/DSC00536.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;Although this cat looks scary, it's actually overly friendly! ._. That's why I've so many shots of it walking closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/TBC4r5lLp8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/fiY1BplnNOw/s1600/DSC00534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481083810840553410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/TBC4r5lLp8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/fiY1BplnNOw/s320/DSC00534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sky was cool. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/TBC4rukSiLI/AAAAAAAAAFY/i9YJ1MagzEU/s1600/DSC00529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481083807884019890" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/TBC4rukSiLI/AAAAAAAAAFY/i9YJ1MagzEU/s320/DSC00529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never knew tomato-like fruits grew on trees. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/TBC4rRmVztI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/EnGDsq3VUoc/s1600/DSC00528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481083800107994834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/TBC4rRmVztI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/EnGDsq3VUoc/s320/DSC00528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We disturbed this cat that was sleeping. It chases us away with menace. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/TBC4q3rRpfI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BgVNnJ7Wczs/s1600/DSC00523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481083793149371890" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/TBC4q3rRpfI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BgVNnJ7Wczs/s320/DSC00523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chairs (with a lack of elderly folk).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/TBC4qe54eeI/AAAAAAAAAFA/SctimHDvkEk/s1600/DSC00519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481083786499750370" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/TBC4qe54eeI/AAAAAAAAAFA/SctimHDvkEk/s320/DSC00519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea how it got up onto the shelter! o_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/TBC7r-yQlvI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/AHMo9TnEZPk/s1600/DSC00552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481087110772463346" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/TBC7r-yQlvI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/AHMo9TnEZPk/s320/DSC00552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one my sister calls Kit-Kat. xD Its idea of posing is strange, I know. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh 《如煙》is a nice song! But if you watch the video you may feel like crying. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I have nothing much to say today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sorry if I bore you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-3179108115234801169?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/3179108115234801169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=3179108115234801169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/3179108115234801169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/3179108115234801169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#3179108115234801169' title='Long walks are fun!'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/TBC57ZHvl7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/C3G_xP00PcQ/s72-c/DSC00539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-95799440987272205</id><published>2010-06-10T14:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T14:45:03.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah.</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY YI TING! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being such a wonderful friend who is funny, burns midnight oil with me, joins me on my loner recess-es and sharing an interest in interesting books. :D Congrats on no longer being a minor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eheh sorry I didn't switch on my computer yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, the philosophy book concerning Plato, platypuses and general humor ( as Sarah and Venus might remember from Monday) is as the cover says, a joke. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little old Christian lady comes out onto her front porch every morning and shouts, "Praise the Lord!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every morning the atheist next door yells back, " There is no God!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goes on for weeks. "Praise the Lord!" yells the lady. "There is no God!" responds the neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by, the lady runs into financial difficulties and has trouble buying food. She goes out onto the porch and asks God for help with groceries, then says, "Praise the Lord!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning when she goes out onto the porch, there are the groceries she asked for. Of course, she shouts, "Praise the Lord!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The atheist jumps out from behind a bush and says, "Ha! I bought those groceries. There is no God!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady looks at him and smiles. She shouts, "Praise the Lord! Not only did you provide for me, Lord, you made Satan pay for the groceries!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck? xD The joke is supposed to show the different points of view believers and atheists hold, and so the can't get into a proper argument 'cause their starting point is different and hence there is no basis of comparison. But technicalities aside, the joke is funny, no? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho hum. I'm hungry! =\ Well, I'm off for lunch~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-95799440987272205?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/95799440987272205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=95799440987272205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/95799440987272205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/95799440987272205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#95799440987272205' title='Ah.'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-6764173918370020010</id><published>2010-06-06T09:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T17:40:03.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do the honours. You tell me what happened. ._.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That was... a mighty strange way to wake up. ._. But it sure is more effective than any alarm clock though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As it goes, I had the strangest dream. ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It starts of with me in a staff room for goodness knows what reason! D: (I soon realise I almost forget myself but wait a little.) The place is unfamiliar, and I get lost (being directionally challenged as I am) walking about into strange teacher cubicles of which the adjective applies to both the teachers and the cubicles. I realise it isn't my fault I'm walking about aimlessly in circles, it just what the place was intended to do! The whole place is like a maze. @_@ Still with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I feel uneasy about my surroundings in general (well, it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a maze. ._.) and find an empty room to hide in. Cardboard boxes line the walls erratically and a worn out table and a couple of broken chairs are in there too. I look out a window and realise the school (as my subconscious tells me it is) is barricaded with a high wall. Not to mention the place is eerily quiet. And quiet. ._. No students anywhere from what I can see. I look around more in panic and see a stairwell close by. Checking the coast is clear, I try to open the door which leads to it and it opens. o.o What joy! Following which there is an announcement requesting someone to check on that stairwell. Ah. Killjoy. Anyway, this disturbs me so I run down and down and bump into the person meant to check on the stairs. Thankfully, she doesn't drag me by the collar and tie me up but is surprisingly nice and seems to glow from excitement that someone isn't affected by 'their scheme' and is trying to escape. HUH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, she hurries along and I'm about to continue running when I hear struggling and dragging from the floor below. It's dark and I can't quite make out what's happening but another student who seems to be Yi Ting is in the clutches of some man. Thud. The door closes. But that can't be right? o_o I tell myself I'm imagining things and run to the ground floor. I try not to look too suspicious and find a class to blend in with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There's a break in what happens here, but it continues with me hearing an announcement regarding Hsu Yi Ting's capture for attempting to break out. WHAT. ._. Oh great, so now I've dragged her into a pot of water I unintentionally boiled (if that's logically possible). Guilty and worried, I take it upon myself to get her back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Another gap in my memory or the dream itself, and here I am, at a stairwell. I depress one of those white squarish buttons our school has to open the door. I look back and damn! Careless mistake! A teacher in the vicinity smells a rat (or a penguin, since I suppose they smell fishy) and tails me. 'Ms Tan...?', she calls. I speed up, trying to make my footsteps sound like heels, and click the door open on the second floor as I pass it, in hope that she would fall for it. Apparently, this one's not stupid. I pass the 3rd floor and open another door. I'm almost at the top floor and out of option when another male teacher pops out from outside on the 3rd floor and I hear him ask her why she looks so flustered in relief as I slip out the 4th floor. I flee down the corridor and down a different staircase to the 3rd floor, praying it'll make it harder for them to find me. I climb into an empty classroom through the window to rest and get them off my tail for the time being. I wait for a long time (relatively speaking), watching the clock from beneath the side tables, until I hear more than a couple of sets of footsteps go by. I look out from behind the classroom door, and notice those opposite have the curtains drawn, so I draw the curtains I just notice in the class I'm in. By the way, I realise that the classroom is mine. ._. (This makes some kooky sense since it the first class if you turn left in the science block, you know?) I find my belongings, and am about to take them with me as night falls. ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sometime in the middle of the night, 'cause I'm obviously in no mood to be out like a light, I get up and try again. In case you're wondering, it seems the staff rooms are all on the 4th floor, so I reckon Yi Ting would be held there. Anyway, I go up to the 4th floor again, and peer into a room leading to the office. I sense someone coming so I duck behind the back door of the room so he can't see me. The teacher that was tailing me before is sitting inside the room at a desk. The room is practically decorated with colourful files. ._. They start to argue about something I can't quite hear, and the male teacher is so fed up that he takes some solid and dumps it into a test tube of liquid (both of which he found on the table. Tsk tsk, lady teacher sure keeps some dangerous things around), protects his respiratory system with a handkerchief, and sticks the test tube under the woman's nose. She faints. o.o Apparently that gives me an idea for chloroform so I go to the science labs. ._. Don't ask me why a school laboratory would have chloroform in its inventory, but then again, the world in the dream is warped, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yeah. Anyway. I get chased again and since being chased is boring let's cut to the chase and continue with what happens after it. This time, I'm sneaking around the 4th floor again, waiting for a teacher's meeting to start. Loitering around the toilet, I seize the opportunity to knock a teacher out (not with chloroform, I didn't manage to get any~ D: But crudely, with a stick. THWAP.) to steal her clothes, and lock her in the janitor's storeroom. ._. I walk out of the toilet and see a crowd of students walking up the stairs. One of them is Sai Ying for goodness knows what reason. I go up to her and call her name. She looks at me with a puzzled look on her face, and tells me she doesn't know who I am and says her name is 'Ying Tse'. What?! Yay my dream gets weirder and stranger by the second. -.- I see another teacher walk past, scoot away from the flock of students (they felt like sheep for some reason), act like I'm ambling towards the staff room as well, and hear her mumbling about something being suspicious about people who 'pretend to have a stomachache'. Ah. Perhaps the one I knocked out? ._. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Uh. No idea why I haven't been caught yet either. ._. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, I sneak off again (somehow back in hongzi and not the ugly powder blue jacket the teacher owned with looked creepily like the new school jacket) and break into a mad dash down the stairs the seemingly incessant crowd of students are walking up. Run, run, run, to the first floor and I run into... Susi?! ._. I left and right and spot Sarah and Ching Yee with her too! Susi, Ching and Sarah are half obscuring the '武' on their jackets with their arms, or by wearing another jacket over. Shrieks of excitement and disbelief break out~ :D But cue the anticlimax. The PA system blares something about spotting illegal wushu jackets 'cause we were disbanded. I scan the area frantically and spot a teacher staring right at us with a microphone in hand. Reflex action: RUN! (through the canteen which has no tables or chairs whatsoever. ._.) We catch up about what we suspect happened to the school and about memory erasing and how wushu people still remember who they are although everyone else has gone cuckoo(whut?) and them holding on to their jackets as mementos by hiding them from the school, which burnt all CCA jackets they managed to get students to cough up or locate while running. The end seems to be in sight; the wall blocks the road to freedom! Eh. Now we jump up a bin for leverage, grab onto a water pipe to swing ourselves halfway up the wall, climb up one of those ladder like metal rungs you see in big storm drains and get over a sharp pokish wire thing. Maybe there was a moat but I wasn't looking on the ground. Yay! ... ... ... Almost. Taking in the surroundings, we're on this sandy strip of ground in between the wall we just climbed and the one in front of us. So we make our descent. Susi, Ching Yee, then Sarah... gets stuck on the wire. To make things worse, cars start rolling out the driveway, and the principal (some uncle going through mid-life crisis and hair loss issues) spots us, gets out of his car and scales the wall too! AH? D: And he's quite fast for an old man. He tugs on Sarah's leg so we kick him a few times before he surrenders and lets go. In the nick of time before reinforcements arrive, Sarah is free and we sprint after the other two. Apparently the cars of the first batch drove after them, so we all take a long meandering route until we lose them and run across the overhead bridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And that bridge's the last thing I see before I wake up in confusion. ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ludicrous. Preposterous. Ridiculous. I know. But what can I say? I'm not the one who thought it up~ :D Kinda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Damn the whole dream is like fanfic material. =_= It even includes cliffhangers: What happens to Yi Ting? Where's Grace and Ah Bean? Why are we running to HC? How come my classroom was deserted? What happens to the other students? What's wrong with the school? By the way, it was expanded with shiny things like glass and metal. ._. But still only has 4 storeys. Which is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I should turn it into a story to amuse the person in Taiwan~ =_=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*SIGH* I THINK I JUST MISS YOU PEOPLE TOO MUCH. D: It's boooooring at home! Haha Ching Yee and Sarah you should expand on the idea you fanfiction writers. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Comments?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-6764173918370020010?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/6764173918370020010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=6764173918370020010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/6764173918370020010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/6764173918370020010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#6764173918370020010' title='Do the honours. You tell me what happened. ._.'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-95651746020334037</id><published>2010-03-27T15:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T15:56:02.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I own at cooking weird food. .-.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As the title says, I'm starting to realise I cook weird things. That is... I ate egg fried with green apple and discovered it wasn't really nice, so I put copious amounts of black pepper and chilli oil over it so it became edible. ._. Hmn. Did you know that if you want to cook only one bowl of rice you have to boil it in a pot? :D Yes, you have to. 'Cause the rice cooker can't cook such a small amount of rice. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Heh. I have concluded that my batch does strange things with our limbs and such. ._. You should see Susi put both legs behind her head. Or Venus wrap her arms around herself from the back and flap. It's astounding. ._. And Yi Ting with her twistable arm. Plus Grace and her bendable fingers. o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's Earth Day today, so the lights will be off from 8.30 to 9.30pm. But I think I might as well not switch on any lights to begin with. 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yay. This has been a short post. =3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-95651746020334037?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/95651746020334037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=95651746020334037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/95651746020334037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/95651746020334037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#95651746020334037' title='I own at cooking weird food. .-.'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-5532374706597976141</id><published>2010-03-12T17:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T17:39:49.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ひさしぶりだな～！</title><content type='html'>Helloooooooo. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially you, Yi Ting. ._. 'Cause for all I know no one else reads my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! We're all back from Graces camp today! :D Who knew going to an etiquette camp could result in injuries like bleeding blisters and muscle aches? =\ But it's more due to the lousy mattress and running around in heels than anything. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me for photos 'cause I didn't bring a camera there. ... ... ... Ask other people for photos. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amount of food they give us there is crazy! We eat 5 times a day. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmn. I am at a loss for words today. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need water~~~ -.- *goes get some*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, on a side note, which means the next comment is unrelated to Graces. ._. Which was quite uneventful anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered that I don't mind (and occasionally quite like) noisy music as long as there's a tune to it and the volume is turned down! o.o Like for example, 'Welcome to the Black Parade'. ._. Just got reminded of it on the bus ride back when 4/9 was singing it~ xD I think that's a nice song, although the singer's... shouting his head off by the end of the song. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! I remember something eventful from camp~ Most of us are dismissed from school so we take a bus back to school, but some people who live around the area are allowed to leave from the venue we were at. Our monitress is one of them, so she left from the place a lot earlier than the rest of us, who had to wait for the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short drive, the bus uncle stops to answer a phone call. As we wait for him to finish, guess who we see? xD Joy! &lt;3 All 30 people in the bus start waving around like windmills in a typhoon and hollering, whooping, screaming and making noise in all manner possible so we sound louder than a fish market and make it look like our destination is the IMH. =x And wonderful Joy drags her luggage into the distance, looking like a lonely lost soul... ... ... and DOESN'T notice us. ... At all. o_o AAAAAAAHHHH! We've yet to tease her about it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh but thank goodness she had to wait at the traffic light to cross the road, so we got her attention in the end after driving past that. xd Hee~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt I have more to say. ._. Tongue-tied, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but ASK TO SEE THE OTHER WUSHU PEOPLE'S PHOTOS! They looked awesome! &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, bye. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-5532374706597976141?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/5532374706597976141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=5532374706597976141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/5532374706597976141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/5532374706597976141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#5532374706597976141' title='ひさしぶりだな～！'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-2030517782406709162</id><published>2010-02-01T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T19:51:30.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The following has to do with yam:</title><content type='html'>As you probably know, weird conversations come up over dinner at my place. xD This time 'round, my grandfather's cooked yam soup as one of the dishes of tonight's dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister: Why are you eating that?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *in the middle of eating yam* It's nice.&lt;br /&gt;Sis: You like?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, I like yam. =D I like yam paus, and yam cake too.&lt;br /&gt;Sis: *incredulous* Hah? Do you eat yam ice cream too?&lt;br /&gt;Me: =3 Hmn? Nice what.&lt;br /&gt;Sis: ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, contrary to popular belief yam is not an obscure tuber, but in fact is nice to eat. I personally have no idea why, but it tastes nicer than a potato. ... ... ... The potato itself has not much of a distinct taste, but that's not the point. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yams are high in vitamin C, dietary fiber, vitamin B6, potassium, and manganese; while being low in saturated fat and sodium. Vitamin C, dietary fiber and vitamin B6 may all promote good health. Furthermore, a product that is high in potassium and low in sodium is likely to produce a good potassium-sodium balance in the human body, and so protect against osteoporosis and heart disease.&lt;br /&gt;Yam products generally have a lower glycemic index than potato products, which means that they will provide a more sustained form of energy, and give better protection against obesity and diabetes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of wikipedia~ xD Heheh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-2030517782406709162?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/2030517782406709162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=2030517782406709162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/2030517782406709162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/2030517782406709162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#2030517782406709162' title='The following has to do with yam:'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-7731965643857636793</id><published>2010-01-15T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T22:09:14.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I still stoning. =\</title><content type='html'>Eh~ I picked up a new anime to watch~ xD 'Black Cat'! It's nice~ ^^ But it's so hard to find episodes. D: I've resorted to watching Chinese subs on a China video sharing website. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH. ._. Six episodes in and it's sad already. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And episode 7 is taking FOREVER to load! And's it has an important turning point in it. D: D: D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheh, our batch has taken to having extra training *cough*picnic*COUGH* during Friday lunch. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah. My mum just whacked me over not being interested in an advertisement of a stationery bike in her newspaper. =( Random~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-7731965643857636793?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/7731965643857636793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=7731965643857636793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/7731965643857636793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/7731965643857636793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#7731965643857636793' title='Why am I still stoning. =\'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-4970424327716631412</id><published>2009-12-09T18:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T19:32:00.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things you discover when holidays get too boring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Hah. I shall post something 'cause Yi Ting's complaining it's dead again. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Hmn, as the title says I'm just gonna give you a list of things that seem to happen during holiday season. o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;1) You find you have to rethink the way your cupboard is organized. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Have you realized that somehow you have so many sets of uniform yet? I'm beginning to think I ought to not wear pajamas, but wear my PE shirts to sleep instead. ._. It'll save a lot of money, won't it? I found that some way or the other, I have a lack of black shirts. o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;2)You start haunting your own house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;No, no, no, not because the boredom of holidays drove you to the point of suicide, but 'cause your regular sleeping (or lack-of-sleep) habits have caused your insomnia to plague you again. ._. You know, the worst part of it is, you have all the freedom to take siestas, and so each day your bedtime gets pushed forward an hour. My current record is 3am. DDD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;3)You spend an unimaginable amount of time on your bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Eheheh. =\ I'm beginning to think I hibernate. I slept at 2, and woke up at 2. Beat that. D&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;4)You discover and start to pick on the many bad habits your family members seem to have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;For instance~ The fact that your mum holds down the toilet flush for less than a second when she goes in the middle of the night, just for you to find out what's lurking there the next morning. =_= I really didn't need to see that. Or that your sister drops/pulls out her hair on the floor surrounding your bunk bed. ('Cause there's nothing better to do, and so you decide to sharpen your sweeping skills.) Hmn. How come I never noticed when I was doing SIAs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;5)You start getting inspired at the most inhumane hours. (Perhaps due to the state your brain is in when you're &lt;em&gt;just &lt;/em&gt;about to fall asleep, eh?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I designed a convertible tuxedo jacket in my head. ._. For intellectual propert-ical reasons, I shall not post a picture of it on the net, just in case someone needed to get inspired for clothing design, types in 'tuxedo jacket', and 'PING!', steals mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;6)You find the end of holidays inching closer and closer, but you convince yourself there's more than enough time to finish what you need to get done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;And~ End up slacking the time away. D: Personally, I wasted a couple of days watching Ouran, and a couple more looking up Mayday's ancient songs, and even more reading random mangas which I have since forgotten the names of. =_= I'm beginning to want to hate myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;7)You &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; want to reorganize your room. o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Believe it or not, I've decided to use boxes instead of shelves, 'cause I reckon if I put all the things concerning a certain subject into their respective boxes, I'll never lose anything again. Good eh? But I doubt my mum, the 'traditional home-organizer', will ever approve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;8)You have staring competitions with the animals at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;In fact, I don't mind if you hold a singing competition with Bluey. xD I reckon you'd win in the terms of voice quality, but lose in the terms of Bluey being much more capable at 耍帅-ing. To add salt to your battle wounds, you'll most definitely lose to my Dad's fish, for the simple fact that fish don't posess eyelids. (As another point to note, I've seen them sleeping with their eyes open.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;9)You seem to have lost weight though you haven't had training in approx. 2 months?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Alright, I admit this probably has nothing to do whatsoever with the holidays, but hmn, it's taken place during the holidays, hasn't it? Ah... No idea about this one, but perhaps it has something to do with not having to eat breakfast in the morning 'cause &lt;em&gt;I'm not awake&lt;/em&gt; in the morning. D: *HIBERNATION HIBERNATION*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;10)You kill time by thinking up lists like this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I mean, how 无聊 (Read in hokkien, yeah?) am I to be doing this? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;By the way, SARAAAAAH! If you happen to chance on this post, I'm gonna ask you again if you have the piece of paper our batch quiz was on, or if you remember what everyone's classic expressions were like. xD I only recall you (i.e. Sarah) have this one: =3 with flowers everywhere. ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Eh~ I shall go back to reading manga. And regretting my procrastination much, much later. ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-4970424327716631412?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/4970424327716631412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=4970424327716631412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/4970424327716631412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/4970424327716631412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#4970424327716631412' title='Things you discover when holidays get too boring.'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-3498660383539108130</id><published>2009-10-24T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T01:19:38.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>^^</title><content type='html'>Haha, EOYs have been over for a couple of days now. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee~ The school gave us more than a week to stay at home and slack! Hahaha, Sarah was wondering if it was a guilty conscience for depriving us of breaks earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmn. I've been trying to find ways to spend my extra time. o.o Heh. Currently, sleeping ranks No. 1. ._. And I found a random manga to read~ Although it's shoujo, it's slightly different and really funny. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I had batchmates over today. =D 'Cause we needed to finish the gifts for our seniors. Grace is really pro at designing! =D Ching Yee was going nuts reading my manga collection and cleaning fish tanks on facebook. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of facebook, our batch quiz will be out real soon! Ah. ._. But I haven't finished drawing the expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. I got inspired by Gekidou. =D Working on a drawing right now, though currently there's half a person on it that looks like he doesn't have any clothes on (Wait. He really doesn't.) and a circle in the top left hand corner that's supposed to be the moon. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or am I sounding overly high? ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. It's 1:20 am! D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-3498660383539108130?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/3498660383539108130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=3498660383539108130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/3498660383539108130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/3498660383539108130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#3498660383539108130' title='^^'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-6398071069725621987</id><published>2009-07-25T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T01:01:57.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whoo~ I went to read D. Gray Man. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Allen's hair seems to have slowly shifted to one side...? Uh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Heh. I slept on the roof of Vivocity just now. ._. 'Cause my mum keeps dragging us to concerts (part of the Heritage Fest thing), and today's one happened to be held at the outdoor amphitheatre thing. o.o I swear Singaporean's are going deaf nowadays, 'cause I couldn't be within a 5 metre radius of the speakers without blowing a eardrum. My sis, aunt and I ended up sitting in front of a 15 cm deep pool thing. ._. Which was nice and breezy. =D Hey, I found that Vivo's nice to sleep at!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmn. I shall go to sleep~ xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-6398071069725621987?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/6398071069725621987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=6398071069725621987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/6398071069725621987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/6398071069725621987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#6398071069725621987' title=''/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-2682094278656816896</id><published>2009-07-05T23:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:42:10.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh?!</title><content type='html'>Ah?!! Mukuro shares the same birthday as Yi Ting? Oh gosh. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. He's this guy, Yi Ting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SlDJnhj_AvI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ZOlRUxQMRe0/s1600-h/mukuro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355001637804901106" style="WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SlDJnhj_AvI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ZOlRUxQMRe0/s400/mukuro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh. He's really scary. ._. And somehow, I can't seem to associate Yi Ting and Mukuro to the same birthday. o.o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-2682094278656816896?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/2682094278656816896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=2682094278656816896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/2682094278656816896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/2682094278656816896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#2682094278656816896' title='Eh?!'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SlDJnhj_AvI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ZOlRUxQMRe0/s72-c/mukuro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-3868200434143927498</id><published>2009-06-26T16:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:30:42.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o_O?!</title><content type='html'>Michael Jackson died? ._. Whoa. That's.. was really sudden. ... Yet expected. My mum and I were just laughing about how we would go to his concert and see his socks last week. ._. And also wondering how much longer he'd last as all pop stars seem to leave suddenly. Gosh. Ah well, hope he can finally find peace. His world seemed to mess up more and more as he got older. He scares me but I kind of pity him. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not talk about him anymore. =D Last day of holidays! Technically. (Dang they didn't extend holidays.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I haven't done a single 剪报。Planning to do it tomorrow, while I finish writing up Bio. Hee~ I almost didn't manage to get today's paper. My sis and I were plotting to steal this random hairdresser's copy. We walked out of 7-11, and were walking back home when I looked right and saw that guy reading a newspaper, and it struck me that I hadn't done 剪报。D: So I went back in to 7-11 like a crazy person to get a newspaper. ... ... ... But they ran out. Then Nana, being Nana, suggested stealing that person's copy when he wasn't looking. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ... Don't worry. I bought my paper from NTUC in the end. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! My mum just called. Going 'so poor thing, so poor thing'. Over Michael Jackson of course. o.o She suspects he 过度操劳。 ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-3868200434143927498?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/3868200434143927498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=3868200434143927498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/3868200434143927498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/3868200434143927498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#3868200434143927498' title='o_O?!'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-8259987129514793683</id><published>2009-06-09T22:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T21:56:25.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vitamin C and muddled kiwis. xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Heheh. 50 posts~ =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why won't anyone believe my vitamin C drink is nice? =\ I was happily drinking it and offering it to people and everyone looked at me like they thought it wasn't nice, and so I was pushing it to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I give you the recipe? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh... Since I'm bored, here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;1 unripe kiwi&lt;br /&gt;approx. 2 tablespoons of ribena!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1 tablespoon honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1 vitamin c effervescent tablet (no weird flavours please!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3/4 cup water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1 frozen glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1)Slice the kiwi in half. (AHH poor kiwi.) Dig out one half, stick in a mixing cup and muddle with honey. That is, use a spoon, and squish it to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2)Put the ribena, and water together, stir. Then, throw the vitamin c inside. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3)Pour the mixture from 2 into the cup from 1. Add a bit of ice, and stir like mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;4)Serve in the cold glass, with a slice from the other half of the kiwi as garnish. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;That wasn't too hard, was it? ._.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-8259987129514793683?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/8259987129514793683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=8259987129514793683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/8259987129514793683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/8259987129514793683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#8259987129514793683' title='Vitamin C and muddled kiwis. xD'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-4578428022417169861</id><published>2009-06-02T19:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:48:45.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Rah rah. &gt;D Let's see if I can get 50 posts. This is the 49th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ... ... I suppose it'll make Yi Ting happy. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh... Holiday's have started. ^^ I'll try not to land myself in the pit of depression again~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D I'll TRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've nothing to blog about, as usual. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right! I straightened up my table. ^^ Yeah. It's a lot neater compared to 2 days ago. But it's still an 'organized mess', which means stuff is neatly in folders, but the stuff itself in not in order. I'll pack the stuff tomorrow. =D Heh. Maybe I can get a picture up or something. &lt;s&gt;So 无聊.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. I really ought to get started on homework. (Although I'm doing the Chinese SIA thing.) As in personal homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to remember to switch on my alarm clock. ._. Haha, it's nice and blue~ ^^ Like majority of my belongings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah okay. I've run out of things to say again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-4578428022417169861?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/4578428022417169861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=4578428022417169861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/4578428022417169861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/4578428022417169861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#4578428022417169861' title=''/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-8813546154784735562</id><published>2009-05-28T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:52:58.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No title~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Eheheh. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been in boarding school for the past three weeks with Yi Ting and Annabelle. ^^ And Yi Ting here is forcing me to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really haven't blogged for too long! I forgot how to do the strikeout thing. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, we've been sleeping later and later here. The record is 1+ a.m. in the morning. ._. I feel so sleep-deprived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go for training! But thanks to the flu bug, I can't. D&lt; And I swear Panadol doesn't work. Although I guess paracetemol works for fevers and pain. T_T Chai wants to remove me from jiti 'cause I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeyer. Singaporeans are atrociously inconsiderate. ._. I was attempting to lug a bit of my luggage home yesterday and discovered people on the bus can be... to use Hui Pin's word, indescribable. The young people pretend to be oblivious to the luggage other people are carrying and run to the empty seat in front of you, while the old people think just because they're old they can push people with heavy luggages around. D: A certain little old lady came onto the bus and squeezed me towards the seats, leaving me with half the neccessary space to keep balance on the bus. ._. I ended up putting all my weight on my left arm when the wonderful bus swerved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the aforementioned problems, I managed to get home in the end somehow. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's so funny. xD He appears out of nowhere (apparently from Malaysia) and then drags us out for an unplanned dinner and movie (for their wedding anniversary?). I returned to boarding at 12.15. ._. &lt;----------The security guard gave me that face! Yeah, yeah, I know full well no one believes there are such parents in the world. =D Lim, the hallmistress, didn't believe it even when my mum personally called and smsed her with her phone. Their conversation went something like:&lt;br /&gt;*phone rings*&lt;br /&gt;Mum (M): Hello? Yes, Mrs L**?&lt;br /&gt;Lim (L): Hello? Did you know I was planning to brief the girls about checking out tonight? I would appreciate it if you had told me sooner. Then I could brief them tomorrow instead.&lt;br /&gt;M: I'm sorry, but I myself didn't know that I would be coming out for dinner. My husband travels, and today is our wedding anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;L: Okay, is your daughter with you now? (Hello. ._. She doesn't believe my mum!)&lt;br /&gt;M: Of course.&lt;br /&gt;L: May I speak to her?&lt;br /&gt;M: Sure, sure.&lt;br /&gt;A: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;L: This is A_ right? You should have informed me in advance so I could brief you on checking out, and what time are you going to return back?&lt;br /&gt;A: I'm not sure. (I really had no idea. D:)&lt;br /&gt;L: Well, now you have to go and find out from your roommates the details of the briefing, okay?&lt;br /&gt;A: Okay. (Excuse me, how complicated can checking out get? You just make sure you have all your stuff, clean the room, and return the keys! What else? ._.)&lt;br /&gt;L: Please pass the phone back to your mother.&lt;br /&gt;My mum and I exchange the bewildered raised eyebrow look. =.=&lt;br /&gt;M: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;L: What time will she be back?&lt;br /&gt;M: Around 11, I think. (I got back at 12! =D)&lt;br /&gt;L: Make sure she gets back okay? Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._. ._. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum started a rant which went something like:&lt;br /&gt;"I've had to answer to people the whole day at work! I'm off duty, and then I have to answer to you?! Siao ah?! These people are really crazy. She's my daughter you know, you own her, si boh (is it)? *starts to laugh* Haiya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D Eh... It's 11.50! Goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-8813546154784735562?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/8813546154784735562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=8813546154784735562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/8813546154784735562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/8813546154784735562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#8813546154784735562' title='No title~'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-559942316705728992</id><published>2009-02-10T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:49:57.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DDDD:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Okay. D: Life is starting to suck more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like Sec 3 life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't like math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;エルファとベタはだいきらい。 D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quadratic inequalities もうだいきらい。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;わからないだから！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-559942316705728992?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/559942316705728992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=559942316705728992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/559942316705728992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/559942316705728992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#559942316705728992' title='DDDD:'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-3772600409977142571</id><published>2009-01-22T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:50:49.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY. ._.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;To be honest, I've nothing to say about Chinese New Year. Except er... that I will deny you the pleasure of force feeding me with vehemency. Try further, and you'll incur my wrath of rancor. :D And that the 武术春节表演 this year's really nice. ^^ Chai's surprisingly good at choreography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. For the first time in a million years. (A few months, actually.) Argh. I love being overly productive, don't you? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPCA's so nice~! They let me draw for their children's magazine. ^^ But I think I'm not pro enough, actually. xD Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa. I'm being dragged out to watch a movie tomorrow~ Don't know what though. xp I feel drained of energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed back to perfect 集体拳 today. :D Venus, I DON'T CARE YOU DEFINITELY SPEW INSANITY-CAUSING AURA. YI TING AH~~ WHERE DID YOU GO?! Anyway, for some reason, when Venus arrives, most of us just go crazy and high as a cirrus cloud. :D Remember there was once at competition, when we started laughing our heads off, leaving poor Beanさん exasperated. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was fun too~ Hahahahaha Susi 独一无二的五味面~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah. I randomly feel hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO LIL' WHALE. :D *ahem* Okay~ And maybe Lil' Icebox too. xD I like calling people Lil'. xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have no nothing to say 'gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I want my beloved jacket returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Poe seems like an interesting guy. Though the 'Poe' in my head (storybook character) is a whole lot 帅-er than the poet. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-3772600409977142571?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/3772600409977142571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=3772600409977142571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/3772600409977142571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/3772600409977142571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#3772600409977142571' title='CNY. ._.'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-7315327203526787744</id><published>2008-12-15T22:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:52:36.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whee~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Ah... Yi Ting says I haven't been posting. ._. *sigh* Wow. You're making me post even though you're overseas! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... Let's see. I've been er... attempting to pack and clean up. Physically and mentally. :D So now I have a paper tray on my table. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmn... Class bowling tomorrow... Though I don't know how to bowl. ._. Just going to go for the sake of going. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annabelle and I have plans to go watch 'Twilight' on Friday... I personally think the whole cast is... ARGH. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a blogthing or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Fierce Femme&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouadaringwomanquiz/fierce-femme.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;You have a wild side, and you aren't afraid to bring it out when the time is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you also know when to hang back and keep your "crazy chick" persona in check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, some of your friends may be surprised to find out how far you can take it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may look mild mannered, but it's all an act!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouadaringwomanquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Are You a Daring Woman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Indigo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorblueareyouquiz/indigo.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Of all the shades of blue, you are the most funky, unique, and independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expressing yourself and taking a leap of faith has always been easy for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorblueareyouquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;What Color Blue Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Inner Eye Color Is Green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcoloreyedwomanareyoureallyquiz/green-eyes.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;You're off-scale unique and creative - just like green eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're peaceful, relaxed, and easy to be around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got an exotic flair that draws men in... with unique beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcoloreyedwomanareyoureallyquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;What Color Eyed Woman Are You Really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Hahaha. xD How come my 'true eye colour' is different for every quiz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Shamrock Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/theshamrockpersonalitytest/shamrock-5.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;You are charming, witty, and larger than life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a bit impatient and inflexible. You don't like to be distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't really consider yourself a lucky person. In your view, people create their own luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are stylish, in a classic sort of way. You are particular about how you like things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/theshamrockpersonalitytest/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;The Shamrock Personality Test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Those lil' things were called shamrocks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are A Pine Tree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourceltichoroscopequiz/pine-tree.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;You love agreeable company, peace, and harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compassionate and friendly, you love to help others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A natural poet, you have a very active imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very soft on the inside - needing affection and reassurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can fall in love deeply, but you will leave if you feel betrayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourceltichoroscopequiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;What's Your Celtic Horoscope?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Heheh. ^^ Pine tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Reserved and Thoughtful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thecitywalkpersonalitytest/city.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;You are unique and philosophical. You have your own way of living life, and you relish your independence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are quite introverted and maybe even a little shy. You prefer to interact one on one with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money is not important to you at all. In fact, you tend to reject material concerns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are curious about ideas. If you had the means, you'd like to explore the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thecitywalkpersonalitytest/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;The City Walk Personality Test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Extremely Charming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoucharmingquiz/charming-3.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;When someone talks to you, they feel like they are the most interesting person in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for you in that moment, they actually are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You truly care about the people you're around, and it's obvious to everyone who meets you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are open, warm, friendly, and welcoming. You epitomize charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoucharmingquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Are You Charming?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Argh. Oh sesame seeds. =\ Not good. I end up with overly possesive people that scare me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being Alone Is What Stresses You Out About the Holidays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatstressesyououtabouttheholidaysquiz/lonely.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Whether it's by choice or not, you end up feeling quite lonely during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to not have a lot of family or friends near by... or at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While being lonely stinks, it's not to late to have a happy holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find other lonely people, and organize a dinner. If that fails, volunteer, adopt a pet, or go to the movies on Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatstressesyououtabouttheholidaysquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;What Stresses You Out About the Holidays?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Awww... D: Okay, so I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; miss people... *sniff* *attempts to frown at you*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Golden Retriever Puppy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatbreedofpuppyareyouquiz/golden-retriever-puppy.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Tolerant, fun-loving, and patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are eager to please - and attached to your frisbee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatbreedofpuppyareyouquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;What Breed of Puppy Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Haha. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guys Like That You're Sensitive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoguyslikeaboutyouquiz/you-are-sensitive.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;And not in that "cry at a drop of a hat" sort of way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just get most guys - even if you're not trying to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys find it is easy to confide in you and tell you their secrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder you tend to get close quickly in relationships!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoguyslikeaboutyouquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;What Do Guys Like About You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;._. I really AM doing the randomnest quizzes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've got to go before my mum kills me. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-7315327203526787744?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/7315327203526787744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=7315327203526787744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/7315327203526787744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/7315327203526787744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#7315327203526787744' title='Whee~'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-6418261616141782581</id><published>2008-12-03T12:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T12:21:45.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="3" width="350" border="1"  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:78%;color:#0000cc;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-SIZE: 18px; COLOR: blue; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=10585&amp;amp;ref=231362343&amp;amp;hash=3b84fec1d8a6" target="_blank"&gt;What is your Paranormal gift?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=10585&amp;amp;ref=231362343&amp;amp;hash=3b84fec1d8a6" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; PADDING-TOP: 4px" alt="Control of Ice" src="http://content2.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz3/10585/10585_res3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 14pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px"&gt;Control of Ice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px"&gt;Brrr.. Crytokinesis is your thing. Winter is your favorite season, most likely and you love to be outside in it. You probably freeze any melted snow and slide around on it in your free time. Sounds fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-TOP: 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=10585&amp;amp;ref=231362343&amp;amp;hash=3b84fec1d8a6" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://widgets.myyearbook.com/quiz/231362343_quiz.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Take the quiz!" src="http://assets.myyearbook.com//quiz/widget/list_bg_bottom.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; FLOAT: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myyearbook.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="myYearbook.com" src="http://assets.myyearbook.com//myb_mini.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; FLOAT: right; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 6px"&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: black; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/myspace/FantasyMythology/" target="_blank"&gt;Fantasy-Mythology Quizzes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;xD Haha. Didn't expect that... Normally I end up with telekinesis. Rah. That website asks for so much personal info, didn't want to give them anything. ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="3" width="350" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:+1;color:#0000cc;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-SIZE: 18px; COLOR: blue; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=8445&amp;amp;ref=231364223&amp;amp;hash=d2d3f5ff3102" target="_blank"&gt;What Kind Of Eyes Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=8445&amp;amp;ref=231364223&amp;amp;hash=d2d3f5ff3102" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; PADDING-TOP: 4px" alt="Moonlight" src="http://content2.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz2/8445/8445_res4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 14pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px"&gt;Moonlight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px"&gt;You have moonlight eyes. Moonlight is the color of mystery. Your eyes symbolize your ability to see yourself as others see you. You have finesse for letting other people know what you think. You have a soothing and calming ability that you may or may not know about. You have the awesome ability to draw a person's negative energy out and replace it with a positive energy; the world needs more people like you. Some words to describe you: patient, self-controlled, perseverance, insightful, reflective, understanding, serene, and caring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-TOP: 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=8445&amp;amp;ref=231364223&amp;amp;hash=d2d3f5ff3102" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://widgets.myyearbook.com/quiz/231364223_quiz.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Take the quiz!" src="http://assets.myyearbook.com//quiz/widget/list_bg_bottom.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; FLOAT: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myyearbook.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="myYearbook.com" src="http://assets.myyearbook.com//myb_mini.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; FLOAT: right; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 6px"&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: black; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/myspace/PersonalityEmotion/" target="_blank"&gt;Personality-Emotion Quizzes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;o_o But honestly, I don't. My eyes are almost black... &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;._. &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;-------Yeah, like that. :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-6418261616141782581?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/6418261616141782581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=6418261616141782581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/6418261616141782581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/6418261616141782581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#6418261616141782581' title=''/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-4845299779627620263</id><published>2008-11-17T11:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T12:06:27.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter.</title><content type='html'>Katekyo Hitman Reborn has got to have the widest range of strange laughs in one manga. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like: 'Kufufufu', 'Hyahahaha', 'Ushishishi', 'Bwahahaha' etc. T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-4845299779627620263?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/4845299779627620263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=4845299779627620263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/4845299779627620263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/4845299779627620263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#4845299779627620263' title='Laughter.'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-7513471002953675543</id><published>2008-11-16T15:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T15:27:49.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>._.</title><content type='html'>Gah. I fell sick. T.T Well, at least Yi Ting's not around to get pissed at me. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so unproductive... Been slacking around at home, reading manga. Katekyo Hitman Reborn's started to get nice. ^^ But everyone's destroying the school building... ._. Hibari's probably going berserk behind the scenes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Really, nothing interesting's happened. ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-7513471002953675543?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/7513471002953675543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=7513471002953675543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/7513471002953675543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/7513471002953675543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#7513471002953675543' title='._.'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-275627168411254655</id><published>2008-11-15T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:54:24.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;我又没事做。:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Castle Personality Test&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thecastlepersonalitytest/castle.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no problem diving into new experiences. You're so brave that you don't even notice how courageous you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to think that people see you as intellectual and wise. You consider yourself to be very smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very romantic person. You can't help but see the world as it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, you feel like the whole world is open to you. You see lots of possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, your life is very peaceful - if not a little solitary. Much of what goes on goes on in your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel like the fate of the future partially rests in your hands. You believe you need to help make the world a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thecastlepersonalitytest/"&gt;The Castle Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-275627168411254655?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/275627168411254655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=275627168411254655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/275627168411254655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/275627168411254655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#275627168411254655' title=''/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-7306194265621666807</id><published>2008-11-12T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T14:36:52.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C and D!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Woohoo. Being the bored, I-have-nothing-to-do-at-home person I am, I've been going to watch Choral and Drama Night performances. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;The plays today were niceeee. ^^ Good balance of comedy and serious plays. Although it doesn't help control the laughter much, like it's supposed to, 'cause we have an audience that is, I quote, "wrong in the head". They laugh when people die... ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I like the last play~~ ^^ It's about this guy with dissociative identity disorder, who contracted it due to his father ( s?) being unfaithful to his mother, and kicking her aside when he was 3. Then he goes around as 'Sandra', killing unfaithful guys. :D Heheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ah... There was another play about a 'family secret'. It's kept from the daughter of the house... And the secret is that her parents... are lesbians. Our audience, who had their brains shaken, stirred and blended with ice and tomato juice, kept laughing 'cause the play's about homosexuality. -_-" Is it &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; funny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Honestly, homosexuals are rather pitiful. &gt;&lt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;It's not like they have a choice in their inclination. Do you have a choice in whether you want to be male or female? Honestly, stigmatizing them for that is as good as me hating you for liking pink and not blue, or some other ridiculous reason. Stop being so pathetic and thinking that you're perfect just because of you're 'normal'. Take a good look at yourself, take off that blindfold, and realise that your faults may be worth picking at more than a homosexual's homosexuality, which isn't even 'wrong' to begin with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Gah. I shall stop ranting before this turns into a expository. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Eh... I should sleep. Should let my legs (and rest of my body) heal and grow new tissue. ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;In other words, I have muscle aaaaaache. &gt;&lt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Haha. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-7306194265621666807?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/7306194265621666807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=7306194265621666807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/7306194265621666807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/7306194265621666807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#7306194265621666807' title='C and D!'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-2298393603679620299</id><published>2008-11-04T12:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T19:12:05.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen meme! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mark your confessions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm afraid of silence.(I like it~ ^^ So shut up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I Talk A LOT when I get really nervous.(I keep veeery quiet. xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am really ticklish!!!!!!!!!!! (Ohoho. But I know who is... *cough*Yi Ting*cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm afraid of the dark. (I like dark rooms too! It's peaceful, and you save electricity. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm afraid of facing my back to open doors at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can't sleep in a room if the door is open(I get annoyed at the tv outside. ._.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can't sleep in a room if the door is closed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am afraid of gay or lesbian people.(Nah, I find their situation a knack pitiful, actually.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I believe in true love. (Not sure whether to believe...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've run away from home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I listen to political music (Huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I collect comic books (Heheh. Yeah, pretty much. I've a shelf full?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I shut others out when I'm sad.(But I think they still notice. =\ *don't-notice-me-plan fails again*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I've stayed out all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I open up to others easily. (Argh no! I think people like that are rather gullible... ._. And vunerable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am keeping a secret from the world.(Doesn't everyone?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I watch the news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own over 5 rap CDs.(Eek. I think it's noise.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love Disney movies.(The older ones were okay, but Disney movies seem to be getting stranger.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am a sucker for green eyes.( Heh. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am a sucker for brown eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am a sucker for blue eyes. (Oh! I recommend a book. ----&gt; The Pale Blue Eye by Louis Bayard ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I don't kill bugs (On the contrary, I like whacking ants with a roll of newspaper.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I curse. (Mostly in my head. ^^ But you'll get an audible one if I'm annoyed enough.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have an "x" in my screen name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've slipped and fell in public. (And I walked 'round the school with a wet sock all day. ... It was the school pond. Oh, did I mention falling on the escalator and getting my leg stuck in a drain?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've slipped out a "lol" in a real conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love Spam....(Er...? You mean emails? I think some people remember the lecture I gave them about sending me chain mails. ^^"')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I bake well (Quite. xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have worn pajamas to class.(o.O But we have uniforms...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have owned something from Abercrombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I want a better job(Other than mugging, yeah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Talked on a phone for 6+ hours.(o_o Whoa.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love Dr. Phil.(Who?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I like multiple people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS. (Yeah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am self-conscious.(Not thaaat self-conscious, but still...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love to laugh. (You think?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have smoked a pack in one day.(*coughs and chokes on second hand smoke*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I loved Lord of the Flies.(Never seen/read(?) it. =\)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have cough drops when I'm not sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can't swallow pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have a lot of scars. (At the rate I fall, yep. xD I have a 刀one, an iron burn, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can't sleep if there is a spider in the room.(I just forgot about the fact that it was in my room. xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love chocolate. (Chocolate's nice, but it gives me sore throats. x( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I bite my nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am not comfortable with being me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I play computer games when I'm bored.(I prefer to read~ :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gotten lost in the city. (Many, many times. Just ask Jia Min for the most recent example. ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Thought of suicide before (*nervous laughter*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] Seen a shooting star (Aww... I wanna see one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Had a menage a trois. (Erm. Apparently menage is household, and trois is 3, so... what's it mean?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gone out in public in my pajamas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Have kissed someone really strange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Hugged a stranger (*cough* I don't even let my close friends hug me. ._.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been in a bloody fist fight with someone of a diff. sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been in a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been arrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Laughed and had some type of beverage come out of my nose(Wow.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Pushed all the buttons on an elevator.(Woohoo~ It was fun~ ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] made out in an elevator.(*AHEM* &gt;&lt; *gets the urge to hit people*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] Swore at Liberace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] Kicked a guy where it hurts on purpose (My sis was just talking about that. ._.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] Been skydiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] Been bungee jumping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] Gotten stitches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] Drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour (Ergh. I don't like milk. x( ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x] Bitten someone (When I was little. Hey! No vampire jokes! xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ]Been to Niagara Falls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x] Gotten the chicken pox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] Crashed into a car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x] been to Japan.(It was fun! I wanna go back again~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x] Ridden in a taxi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] shoplifted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] Been fired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] Stole something from your job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] Gone on a blind date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] Had a crush on a teacher/coach. (Jia Min, I remember too. ._.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ]Celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x] Been to Europe. (When I was little. There's a picture of me frowning at the camera. :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] Slept with a co-worker, and/or employee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] been to New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] Been married (o_O It's not even legal. &lt;s&gt;Jia Min, are you thinking of Kanda?&lt;/s&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gotten divorced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x] Saw someone/something dying.(A crab and many ants {at my hands}, and a little bird{I didn't do no nothing}.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] Have a list of people you want to kill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] Driven over 400 miles in one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] Been to Canada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x] Been on a Plane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] Seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] Thrown up in a bar or club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x] Eaten sushi. ( ^^ )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] Been snowboarding. (I've been skiing~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] taken a picture just for the sole purpose of putting it on myspace/friendster (Oh dear, 自恋-ing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] Been ice skating (I want to try. =) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x] Cried in public. ( ^^'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] Walked purposely into traffic with your eyes closed.(But I've walked into walls~! :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ]been at a party and instead of giving out your phone number you give them your myspace name and say look me up (Eh?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x] Thought of someone a lot lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] Hate the world. (Though I don't love it either.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] Love someone who doesnt realize it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] have your cell phone permanently attached to your hand/hip (Not really, though I try to... I get lost too often. x_X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Cute Monster Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thecutemonstertest/monster-1.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of person who stands out in a crowd, even when you're trying to blend in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are honest in your character and appearance. You don't pretend to be someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your inner demon is sorrow. You tend to get depressed easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People think you're cute because you're rebellious. Your uniqueness is charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/thecutemonstertest/"&gt;The Cute Monster Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're all so cute~~ ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-2298393603679620299?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/2298393603679620299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=2298393603679620299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/2298393603679620299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/2298393603679620299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#2298393603679620299' title='Stolen meme! :D'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-6305215272847542994</id><published>2008-10-31T19:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:35:30.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decided to steal a quiz. ... ... A long one.</title><content type='html'>1- When was the last time you cried?; I honestly... don't remember. ._.&lt;br /&gt;2 - Have you ever faked sick?; You think? I go to school when I'm running a fever. ^^&lt;br /&gt;3 - What was the last lie you said?; Would I tell you? And besides, it eludes me. =p&lt;br /&gt;4 - Have you ever cried during a movie?; Yep.&lt;br /&gt;5 - Who was the last person you couldn't take your eyes off of?; Some guy on the train... 'Cause he was staring at my book, and the looked a bit puzzled at the fact that I wear my jacket everywhere. ^^&lt;br /&gt;6 - Have you ever danced in the rain?; Nah, I love to walk around in it though. :D&lt;br /&gt;7 - Have you ever been drunk?; On green tea and laughter, yes.&lt;br /&gt;8 - Have you ever tried tried drugs?; ._. I don't need drugs to get high, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;9 - Do you smoke?; *cough cough* *chokes on second hand smoke* obviously... no.&lt;br /&gt;10 - What's the farthest you've ever gone on a dare?; *shrugs* People don't dare me much. ^^&lt;br /&gt;11 - What is your full name?; A.A. ^^ That's that, no chinese name at the back.&lt;br /&gt;12 - What is your blood-type?; A or O. Depends on whether my dad's homozygous or heterozygous. :X&lt;br /&gt;13 - Have you ever been in a car accident?; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;14 - How old were you when you recieved your first kiss?; Er... zero! ;D&lt;br /&gt;15 - Who was your first kiss?; My dad? xD&lt;br /&gt;16 - Have you ever had an online relationship?; ._. Tell me, you &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; nuts, right?&lt;br /&gt;17 - Have you ever had phone-sex?; Yeah. Positively a nut. And a pervertic one.&lt;br /&gt;47 - Do you get along with your family?; Most of the time. ^^ As long as my sis ain't stalking me. D&lt; &lt;em&gt;Eh... Somehow questions 18-46, and 48-89 are missing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90 - Have you ever mooned or flashed someone?; DAMN YOU, YOU PERVERT. ._.&lt;br /&gt;91 - Have you ever cheated on your bf/gf?; No. 1, I haven't had and don't have one. And hello~ it's more likely they cheat on me. ._,&lt;br /&gt;92 - Have you ever laughed so hard you peed in your pants?; No. x( You &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; weirder than weird.&lt;br /&gt;93 - Have you ever written a love letter?; Nah.&lt;br /&gt;94 - Have you ever attempted suicide?; :D&lt;br /&gt;95 - Do you prefer boxers or briefs?; x_X You need to be sent to a freakin' asylum for perverted minds.&lt;br /&gt;96 - Have you ever been in a fistfight?; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;97 - Do you have any hidden talents?; Hope so~ ^^&lt;br /&gt;98 - What is one thing you want me to know about you?; =\ I have... ... a&lt;s&gt;n overly long&lt;/s&gt; fringe?&lt;br /&gt;99 - What is one question you wouldn't want me to ask?; You've &lt;em&gt;already &lt;/em&gt;asked a lot of pervertic questions that I wouldn't want you to ask. D&lt;&gt;bloody &lt;/s&gt;contact time, we had to write 'reflections'. x( My friend broke a pencil, stole mine, and when we had to hand in the papers to the principal, I kept laughing in her face. :D Whoops?&lt;br /&gt;108 - How do you vent your anger?; I just... don't vent my anger. ._. Doesn't matter, I &lt;em&gt;hardly &lt;/em&gt;ever get angry anyway~ ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;109 - Have you ever been on a diet?; Don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;110 - Would you ever date someone younger than you? Older than you?; Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111 - Is your best friend a virgin?; I kinda don't exactly have a best friend. But I think my friends should be virgins? :x We study in all girls schools, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;112 - What's a rumour someone has spread about you?; That I was an 'emo kid'? =\ Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;113 - What's the kinkiest thing you could ever actually see yourself as doing?; What's kinky? ^^ &lt;---fake smile. *closes one eye to debauchment* &gt;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;114 - What's the meanest thing anyone has ever done to you?; No idea. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;115 - What's the nicest thing anyone has ever done for you?; Eh...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;116 - Have you ever been diagnosed with a mental illness?; I diagnose myself with mild schizophrenia. x_X No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;117 - Have you ever cut yourself on purpose?; No...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;118 - Have you ever wanted to murder someone?; Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;119 - Have you ever hated someone?; Doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120 - Do you prefer talking on the phone or online?; Both. :D But I mostly talk online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;121 - Do you consider yourself popular?; I think I'm unpopular. :D I'm not the bookshop, ya know? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;122 - Would you ever tell the person you have a crush on that you like them?; Probably not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;123 - Have you ever had a crush on an enemy?; I don’t really have enemies. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;124 - Have you ever had a crush on a best friend?; Nope~ I'm not lesbian! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;125 - What is your favourite book?; I have a lot. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;126 - Do you have a collection of anything?; Starting a poker card deck collection. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;127 - Are you happy with the person you are becoming?; Not really. But... oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;128 - Are you a different person now then you were 5 years ago?; YES. 'Twere better days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;129 - What do you see yourself as being in 5 years from now?; Who knows what the future brings? xD I live in the present, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;130 - Are you happy with the life you have?; Mostly. ^^ Though... yeah. You all know, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-6305215272847542994?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/6305215272847542994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=6305215272847542994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/6305215272847542994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/6305215272847542994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#6305215272847542994' title='Decided to steal a quiz. ... ... A long one.'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-545509338643441665</id><published>2008-10-31T19:06:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T19:43:53.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No longer a two-sevener, eh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;D: There. It's official. 2/7 08' is now gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss no one... No one but the people that mattered. =) I know it's sad that it's over, but enjoy the lengths of memories, and grieve not for but the moment of ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Closure was fun today. :D 100 years+关怀方式 all the way! And the montages were really pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi Ting, you are a shutterbug. ._. That ACTUALLY bugs people. ^^ And yes, you looked like you wanted to kill someone (as how you always do when you're sian) during the montage thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sob* I'm going to miss Jing Wen and Delena's bouts of randomness, walking minds, exasperated sighs, and pokes. Most of all, Lighting People on Fire!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Jing Wen. I've gotta say: Not you too! I know I tried my best to hide under shade when we were at Sentosa, but does that really make me a vampire? x_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not going to miss Pei An's strangulations, mock kicks or punches. ^^"'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annabelle's still in Japan. ._. Oh well, you are coming back for Choral and Drama Night, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee~ It was fun recording our monologues &lt;s&gt;and Unwritten (fat boy)&lt;/s&gt; today. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sand&lt;s&gt;castle&lt;/s&gt;car building was a whole lot of fun! ^^ Now I see, you serious, bookish people are crazy too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And erm, I'm ONLY remembered for my drawings? Well, that calls for a :D: .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I haven't been posting much, Yi Ting. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Peining, I ask you again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;... ... ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;... ... ... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;... ... ... ... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Is he scaring you? &gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SQrt7Plc7UI/AAAAAAAAADo/tOzTv-8zrYg/s1600-h/Gin_nanya~.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263280716587527490" style="WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SQrt7Plc7UI/AAAAAAAAADo/tOzTv-8zrYg/s400/Gin_nanya~.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-545509338643441665?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/545509338643441665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=545509338643441665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/545509338643441665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/545509338643441665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#545509338643441665' title='No longer a two-sevener, eh?'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SQrt7Plc7UI/AAAAAAAAADo/tOzTv-8zrYg/s72-c/Gin_nanya~.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-3453489597886909870</id><published>2008-10-28T14:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T14:51:25.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Were An Owl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatanimalwereyouinapastlifequiz/owl.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are stealthy and secretive - no one knows the true you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a seeker of freedom, and you are comfortable with your dark side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatanimalwereyouinapastlifequiz/"&gt;What Animal Were You In a Past Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:D Hahahahaha~ WE ARE BOREEEED. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*sigh* Having rehearsals at school... The problem is, I don't have a scene to rehearse just yet. ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-3453489597886909870?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/3453489597886909870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=3453489597886909870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/3453489597886909870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/3453489597886909870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#3453489597886909870' title=''/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-2450571987487829090</id><published>2008-10-21T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:06:22.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;First things first. ^^ Oh how I love getting drenched in the rain~ x) I'm not being sarcastic! And yes, I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Argh... An ant bit me. &gt;&lt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;*SIGH* I screwed Science, History and Chinese. ._. Don't try to argue with me. In my standards, the results are the lowest in the history of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Yay~! I &lt;s&gt;have almost&lt;/s&gt; completed Jia Min's card thing. ^^ Though L is completely screwed, and I hope she doesn't kill me for what I've done to poor Yuu-chan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ah well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Jing Wen said she saw someone carrying an umbrella with Toushirou and Gin on it! Cute~ ^^ We're going to try to make one, IF we can find &lt;s&gt;a&lt;/s&gt; 2 white umbrellas, and enough acrylic paint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;'Kay. My mum thinks I'm addicted to the computer. ._. Though I am obviously not. *sigh* Never mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-2450571987487829090?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/2450571987487829090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=2450571987487829090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/2450571987487829090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/2450571987487829090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#2450571987487829090' title='Rain. :D'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-1686086458516793244</id><published>2008-10-19T21:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T22:15:54.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah... I have officially taken up the task of doing Jia Min's belated birthday card. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dang. About the drawings I owe people, my dad gave me a long lecture on the difference between goodwill, and debt. I shall not elaborate. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. I shall admit Gin is cute. ^^ &lt;s&gt;Not in the way fangirls think people are 'cute'.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._. I've really nothing to say... *sigh* I guess holidays are anti-climatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Was talking to Nat. ^^ Haha. Apparently I've become a bit slow when it comes to sarcasm. =/ Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll let you guess who's who.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I decided that I've acquired pedocannibalism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;... explain pls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;'Cause our neighbours' kids keep poking our birds, crying, screaming, and generally wreaking more havoc than Aizen did in Soul Society. ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;did it work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Dunno yet. =/ I just put the sign there this morning. ... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;photoshop your face and make it scary, then print out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm guessing our neighbours don't even understand the word...&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Haha. ^^ Or maybe just sticking Gin there will do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hes too cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;xD Should've known better than to say that to a fangirl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*professional fangirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ah... yeah. The screamy kind, right? ^^&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Anyway, he DOES look like a nice person in this picture. ---&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SPs_wgekNTI/AAAAAAAAADg/oBlXip8wVK0/s1600-h/Gin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258867092469593394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SPs_wgekNTI/AAAAAAAAADg/oBlXip8wVK0/s400/Gin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;slightly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;with a hint of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'hi there little kid, i want to rape you'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;._. Oh gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;squint, its there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yeah. ._. Seriously...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Well, I guess he can't look completely nice, for the simple fact that he isn't. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh.hoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall stop here. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-1686086458516793244?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/1686086458516793244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=1686086458516793244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/1686086458516793244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/1686086458516793244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#1686086458516793244' title=':D'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SPs_wgekNTI/AAAAAAAAADg/oBlXip8wVK0/s72-c/Gin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-7061011963417602992</id><published>2008-10-17T13:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T14:09:36.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I screwed up again. This time, it's a failed attempt at filling in a drawing of Ayumu with watercolour. ._. Speaking of which, I still owe people bookmarks, drawings, and whatnot. Uh oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;... ... Eh... Does anyone mind chibis?&lt;s&gt;They're a lot easier and faster to complete. =x&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Erm... Here's random quote:"So you've been hiding sake bottles under there? ... ... ... MATSUMOTO!!!" 'Tis a no brainer, but guess who? x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gin's fun to draw in random places, 'cause his smile/grin/smirk suits many occasions. x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Oh well, I shall leave whoever I owe things to to continue depressing about it, I guess. *hopes you don't own a chopper*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-7061011963417602992?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/7061011963417602992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=7061011963417602992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/7061011963417602992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/7061011963417602992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#7061011963417602992' title='^^'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-5700763212390461919</id><published>2008-10-15T14:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T14:59:51.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberation and Stone-ism. ._.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah... Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hn. I should be getting to my grandfather's house now. For lunch, that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I managed to get the links up! But still don't know how to get archives out though... Argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Zz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I should get something to do... Maybe finish the 'learn Japanese' book, think up a storyline for poor Kaito and Haruki, and finish the things I owe. Yes, note to self, most importantly, finish the things I owe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Have I mentioned how bored I am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;But I think I'm coming down with a fever... *feels cold* I swear the fan isn't on.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-5700763212390461919?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/5700763212390461919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=5700763212390461919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/5700763212390461919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/5700763212390461919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#5700763212390461919' title='Liberation and Stone-ism. ._.'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-940479817204670046</id><published>2008-10-14T22:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:46:07.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A stupid fanfic. xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yi Ting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Noooo~ I have the screwiest Math MSG in the history of time!!! A 7! It's not possible, but it &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;reality! &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jia Min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;It certainly deserves fanfare. xD &lt;s&gt;Gosh, don't tell anyone we mutilated Kanda...&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Heh. I've joined Jia Min in the Pit of Boredom... And I highly suspect it's going to be overpopulated with many, many, many new additions or immigrants soon. ^^ Haha. I found... er... something amusing. xD You guys are lucky I don't take my height (-deficiency) all &lt;em&gt;thaaat&lt;/em&gt; seriously. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;“Insignificant. Diminished. Unimportant. Stunted. Fragile. Trivial. Lacking. Inadequate. Trifling. Menial. Deficient. Tell me if I’ve missed any.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;“N-No, sir.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;“Would you say that, under current circumstances, you have come to realize your opinion was both unnecessary and, furthermore, uncalled for?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;“Y-Yes, sir.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;“And has this revelation led to a need to say anything in particular?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;The Eleventh Division shinigami whimpered like a little, lost school girl. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’ll never, ever, ever do it again! Sir!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;“Good.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Hitsugaya Toushirou began to leave, a wave of his hand releasing the shivering shinigami from the countless spires of frozen spikes that, just moments ago, had been aimed at various vital points of his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;“Um … sir? My … er … feet?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;The young taichou turned back around, eyeing the large amount of ice still holding the shinigami’s feet to the ceiling. “Don’t worry. If you make enough noise, I’m sure someone will find you before frostbite sets in.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;And he was gone, his wicked smirk alerting everyone he passed that they would be in for yet another long night of looking for his latest victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;“They called him &lt;em&gt;shorty &lt;/em&gt;again, didn’t they?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Hell hath no fury like Hitsugaya scorned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;*grins* I feel like colouring my text blue today. Haha, though I may be a hundred percent cured of Muggititis, I'm not so sure about my dad... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;While we were sitting around...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;(phone rings)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dad: Hello? I'm coming to get you'll at 6.30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Point is... 6.30's either 2 hours past or 10 hours later... ^^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I feel an urge to go to my bed (at 10.40?!) before I fall ill tomorrow. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I shall let you take credit for my more frequent posting, Yi Ting.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-940479817204670046?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/940479817204670046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=940479817204670046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/940479817204670046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/940479817204670046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#940479817204670046' title='A stupid fanfic. xD'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-8970087025464934453</id><published>2008-10-13T17:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T17:30:02.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unusual volatility in a duck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm screwwwwwwed. T.T For math, that is. Gah! I went out of the classroom feeling the most screwed by an examination in my life. ._. And that's saying something. *sigh* At least I think I didn't screw Science. Emphasis on 'I think'. I reckon I won't do too bad... &lt;s&gt;unlike my SCREWED math paper. It's still very wound in with a screwdriver and a wrench.&lt;/s&gt; I supposed I'll pass. Maybe. Or maybe Math will make my already screwy MSG of 2.8 even screwier, and get me kicked out. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's hope that tomorrow's Paper 1 will be erm... less harsh. We don't get to use a calculator after all. *prays for no more mensuration that's scarier than the depths of hell, which ought to get quite scary*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bangs head on table for the 57th time in dissatisfaction of math results*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;DDDx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-8970087025464934453?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/8970087025464934453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=8970087025464934453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/8970087025464934453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/8970087025464934453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#8970087025464934453' title='Unusual volatility in a duck.'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-7302826067404702396</id><published>2008-10-10T14:37:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T20:39:15.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xD I TELL MYSELF 4 MORE DAYS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SUPPOSED to be mugging with Yi Ting and Annabelle right now. ^^ Heh. I did say 'suppose'. We ended up just typing chemistry notes out, and then... well... typing this. ._. Not good. I got the acids and bases, and pH and indicators part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SO74umF-1tI/AAAAAAAAADQ/aGBL-ILFfyw/s1600-h/Universal+indicator.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255411294571255506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SO74umF-1tI/AAAAAAAAADQ/aGBL-ILFfyw/s400/Universal+indicator.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Universal indicator :D (inaccurate)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haha, I drew it in paint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SO749Q4gUHI/AAAAAAAAADY/tr7TC7ExhOc/s1600-h/pH.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255411546575622258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SO749Q4gUHI/AAAAAAAAADY/tr7TC7ExhOc/s400/pH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Universal indicator again! xD (accurate but incomplete)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh well. xp~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jing Wen and I FINALLY managed to get our hands on the Spiral art book. ^^ I couldn't resist making a bookmark, and gave it to her. :D Are you jealous? Don't be. ^^ It's only 'cause I don't exactly know of anyone else who reads Spiral. But it doesn't mean I'll give everyone who reads a manga a bookmark. It's kind of like how alkalis are metal hydroxides, but not all metal hydroxides are alkali. :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Heh. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Erm. We... finished History and Geography papers today? I don't know how I'll do... ._. I recently improved a little, but there's a high possibility I'll fail? And Geog.. wonder if I elaborated enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Interesting things that happened during...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;History paper:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everyone: *scribble* *scribble scribble*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Annabelle and I: *flip* (simultaneously)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: *chuckle*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After the paper:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Annabelle: We flipped the paper at the same time, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Geog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Teacher: 30 minutes left...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: Damn it. x( (It was 'cause I'd been sitting there for the past 5-10 minutes stoning) ... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*starts to sketch Alicia*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Collection of papers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: *grins and shoves the paper in Alicia's face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alicia: *laughs* ... Wait. Is that... me? o_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are "Dizzy and Giddy"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatjapanesesmileyareyouquiz/giddy.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatjapanesesmileyareyouquiz/"&gt;What Japanese Smiley Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;xD Why am I dizzy and giddy? Hahahahaha. Maybe 'cause I'm blur and a sotongball. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 52% Lady&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoualadyquiz/lady-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're part lady, part modern woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etiquette is important to you, but you brush aside rules that are outdated or silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoualadyquiz/"&gt;Are You A Lady?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;o_o I'm even ladylike?! I thought that wasn't possible. x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Having a Blue Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolordayareyouhavingquiz/blue.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the kind of day that challenges you to the core. You're going to have to stay cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the intelligence, skills, and drive to rise to the occasion. Your mind is sharp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While things may be a bit chaotic, you are still taking the time to reflect and be calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today you are extra attractive and interesting to people. You are giving off a detached vibe, which is very intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolordayareyouhavingquiz/"&gt;What Color Day Are You Having?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Erm. Being detached is intriguing? I thought it just annoyed the hell out of people. xD Haha. And yeah, things are getting just a teensy little bit chaotic. After all, it's the EOY period. ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Garlic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatspiceareyouquiz/garlic.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the spice types, you are the most universally loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get long with pretty much everyone, and you leave a lasting impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You adapt yourself well to situations. You can fit in or stand out, depending on what you're called on to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatspiceareyouquiz/"&gt;What Spice Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eek! I don't like garlic... T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 62% Indie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howindieareyouquiz/indie-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a very indie person, and admit it, you look down a little on people who strive to be normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll indulge in a little mainstream pop culture every now and then. But for you, anything not indie is a guilty pleasure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howindieareyouquiz/"&gt;How Indie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Heh. ^^ Never knew that, though I knew I was weird. x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Upper Class&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatclassareyouquiz/upper.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class isn't always about money, and you've at least got the brains, manners, and interests of an upper class person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have a trashy bone in your body, and you don't pretend to be someone you're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're comfortable with your station in life, and class issues don't really bother you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finest things in life are within your reach, and you're comfortable enjoying them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may end up: A business leader, corporate lawyer, or philanthropist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other people who share your class: Bill Gates, Oprah, former world leaders like Bill Clinton, and those reclusive billionaires no one ever talks about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatclassareyouquiz/"&gt;What Class Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;o.o Amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Be an Artist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatshouldyoubewhenyougrowupquiz/grow-4.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are incredibly creative, spontaneous, and unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can guess what you're going to do next, but it's usually something amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't deal with routine, rules, or structure. You're easily bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as you are able to innovate and break the rules, you are extremely successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do best when you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Can work by yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Can express your personality in your work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would also be a good journalist or actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoubewhenyougrowupquiz/"&gt;What Should You Be When You Grow Up?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okayyy... ._. Really. Hmn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 72% Interesting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouboringorinterestingquiz/interesting-3.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a fairly interesting person. Many people find you to be intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a dynamic, adventurous life... a life that others envy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are genuinely interested in and open to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love making new friends, and you're always up for an unusual experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like everyone else, you can get a bit boring from time to time. That's normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But unlike everyone else, you can pull yourself out of a rut. You don't stay boring for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouboringorinterestingquiz/"&gt;Are You Boring or Interesting?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haha. xD Can I agree with that? ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-7302826067404702396?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/7302826067404702396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=7302826067404702396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/7302826067404702396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/7302826067404702396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#7302826067404702396' title='xD I TELL MYSELF 4 MORE DAYS!'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SO74umF-1tI/AAAAAAAAADQ/aGBL-ILFfyw/s72-c/Universal+indicator.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-556564961437849958</id><published>2008-10-09T16:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T14:48:17.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Er. What the...?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What You Really Think Of Your Friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoyoureallythinkofyourfriendsquiz/friends.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing Wen is your soulmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You truly love Yi Ting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You consider Jia Hui your true friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that Pei An is always thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll remember Lavi for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You secretly think Mummy is creative, charming, and a bit too dramatic at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You secretly think that Near?! is colorful, impulsive, and a total risk taker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You secretly think that ._. is loyal and trustworthy to you. And that ._. changes lovers faster than underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You secretly think Bluey is shy and nonconfrontational. And that Bluey has a hidden internet romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoyoureallythinkofyourfriendsquiz/"&gt;What Do You Think of Your Friends?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck? ._. I was thinking of violence when I put Yi Ting down... And I randomly threw people in. So...? There's nothing to say... but... ._. Erm. Bluey's my bird... I swear it IS confrontational. It bites me... x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Gemstone is Amethyst&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatgemstoneareyouquiz/amethyst.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dignified, impressive, and wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a deeply spiritual soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatgemstoneareyouquiz/"&gt;What Gemstone Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ahaha~! Yi Ting got the blue one and I got the purple one. xD Isn't there a mix up somewhere? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-556564961437849958?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/556564961437849958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=556564961437849958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/556564961437849958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/556564961437849958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#556564961437849958' title='Er. What the...?!'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-4607621718277899664</id><published>2008-10-08T21:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T14:46:05.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really have nothing better to post. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Conversation between me and Yi Ting. Apparently... we have lost ALL interest and motivation to mug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;xD *reading bleach* Wei Qi's wish came true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;y?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Hitsugaya's hair has less gel. Sis says: Maybe he ran out of gel? Me: ._. How would I know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;haha u treating him like a real person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;*just being stupid*&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I'm always like that.&lt;br /&gt;^^ It's one of the signs of insanity.&lt;br /&gt;I practically treat all fictional characters as real people. xDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Why? ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;cos i only fantasize abt them&lt;br /&gt;i dont draw n animate them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;? *doesn't know what that has to do with anything* Eheheh. Gin's being silly and saying: "熱い，熱い～"with his scary grin. &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Hey, are you mugging?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;u think i have time n interest to mug?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when asked later...&lt;/em&gt; by the way, how come you don't have time to mug?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;dont feel like it :p&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;of course...&lt;br /&gt;NOT. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;how do u revise 4 LA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;No idea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;write an expository?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;YEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Erm... I have not intention of completing an expository in half an hour though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey, apparently we both think that majority of Singaporean guys' heads are filled with sick jokes, and hence they are SHALLOW. T.T *sigh* Can't they have any normal, witty jokes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Heeeey~ You know what? This is an aspect in which girls exceed guys over here. Though we &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; exceed them in a lot of things. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*runs off to take another shower 'cause of ants* I hate ants. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-4607621718277899664?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/4607621718277899664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=4607621718277899664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/4607621718277899664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/4607621718277899664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#4607621718277899664' title='I really have nothing better to post. :D'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-5196794748593657164</id><published>2008-10-08T16:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:02:34.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D: Chinese.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*attempts and fails at not bothering anyone*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*good at keeping silent though*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*drew all the mascots on Chinese paper earlier on*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*waves the error wave!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-5196794748593657164?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/5196794748593657164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=5196794748593657164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/5196794748593657164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/5196794748593657164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#5196794748593657164' title='D: Chinese.'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-2368079825270679620</id><published>2008-10-07T12:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T15:50:08.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In class: I should be eating lunch or mugging. But...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:D *LET’S ALL MUG AND DIE FROM MUGGITITIS*&lt;br /&gt;-.- FROM WEIQI :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muggititis&lt;/strong&gt;: A new disease that resulted from the IP system. Transmitted through online learning portals, notes and powerpoint slides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Symptoms&lt;/strong&gt;: Spelling errors, excessive ‘slip of the tongue’s &lt;em&gt;(Ms Chen? Ms Chooi?), &lt;/em&gt;headaches &lt;em&gt;(Jing Wen and I)&lt;/em&gt; , ranting, creating ‘walking minds’ &lt;em&gt;(Delena)&lt;/em&gt; , laughing insanely for no reason, walking through the rain and talking about how Byakuya’s hair’s gonna colour run, screaming (albeit into pillows) &lt;em&gt;(Alicia)&lt;/em&gt;, people change obsessions and crushes daily, ie: Weimin &lt;em&gt;(Hannah's contribution)&lt;/em&gt;, screaming in glee at graffiti &lt;em&gt;(Ching Yee)&lt;/em&gt;, doing things like founding ‘Muggititis’, hallucinating about flying test papers &lt;em&gt;(Peining&lt;/em&gt;) and generally unusual behaviour. &lt;strong&gt;In extreme cases&lt;/strong&gt;, stoning, getting demoralized the day before exams though you &lt;em&gt;have &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mugged&lt;/strong&gt; and getting pissed at offhand remarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prevention&lt;/strong&gt;: Erm… Slack more? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Treatment&lt;/strong&gt;: There is no pharmaceutical medication, but the illness goes away once the major exam ends. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Done during recess time. xD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;p.s. Any other points to add? :D Tag me! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh and I have a sign made out of notebook paper on my gate that proudly states "Hello. :D The resident (not Resident) suffers from Muggititis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, teachers get it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ms Chooi: Class~ To celebrate the end of this year, I have prepared...... *drumroll* Two quizzes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Class: Huuuuhh~ =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ms Chooi: Okay, I shall give you a choice! Do you'll want to do congruence and similarity, or algebra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Class: ALGEBRA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ms Chooi: Okay! Then we shall do algebra first, congruence second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Class: Ahhh??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Er... She actually decided to celebrate with 2 quizzes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ms Chooi: Class, you are not allowed to use pens that can be erased with fraction during exams!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's friction lah! xD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sheryl: *sigh* Geog teacher like that, Math teacher also like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There you go, symptoms of Muggititis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ms Yip: I shall diverge here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Class: Digress!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Another one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ms Chen says she keeps mixing up words too~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;At my mum's office...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My mum: So, Joe has some opinions on the Straits Settlements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Collegue: ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My mum: Oops! Sorry, I meant to say Staff Suggestions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Er... Well yes. It's been proven to be highly contagious. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Quizzes are quizzical! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-2368079825270679620?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/2368079825270679620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=2368079825270679620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/2368079825270679620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/2368079825270679620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#2368079825270679620' title='In class: I should be eating lunch or mugging. But...'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-1218245293605914113</id><published>2008-10-06T16:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T17:45:16.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o_O 1 day left 'till EOYs start.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*sigh* I should be doing work. But I don't have the energy and never had the motivation to mug in the first place. ._. I forgot to bring my keys today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Annabelle and Yi Ting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oy! You guys are still using my tagboard for your rants! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ahaha! My sis has an emocotion of a little walking Gin. xD It's cute! But we can't seem to save the image on the computer. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gah. Now it's Kanda's turn to look screwed. Or at least what I've managed to draw in the past half and hour while my sister was doing her work. =.= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want the actual exams to start! Well, it sure beats sitting around and stoning and perhaps feeling guilty 'cause you're stoning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*ran out of things to say again*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I like my jacket. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, sorry. I don't know what that was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Er... Does anyone know if Kanda's right-handed or left-handed? I think he's a righty, but I want a second opinion. (Besides Jia Min's.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eh... I drank coffee today~? xD Back to being 'paikia' eh? Oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*randomly decides that I should let my hair grow a bit past my shoulder blades when I grow older* Jia Min, no thoughts about Kanda! Dx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh dang, that reminds me. I owe Jia Min, and my mortal birthday drawings. And Yee Win, Ching Yee and Annabelle bookmarks. This &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;ALL going to crash down on me after EOYs. Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry. ... ... Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-1218245293605914113?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/1218245293605914113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=1218245293605914113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/1218245293605914113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/1218245293605914113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#1218245293605914113' title='o_O 1 day left &apos;till EOYs start.'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-6887129447982004366</id><published>2008-10-03T16:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T20:04:47.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T-T I'm break-ing. (Pun completely intended.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ewin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yep, I had nothing better to do so I changed it. ._. &lt;--- The expression again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Annabelle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Haha. xD I never said I loved Zero! That's Yi Ting's line! ^^ I put it there specially to annoy you. xp~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Go look at the proof on the tagboard! The one way to get Yi Ting to debate: Make the topic about 'the popularity of Zero and Kaname'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yi Ting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;おや? When did my tagboard become a 'vote for Zero' campaign speech area? xD You really do 'love' Zero, huh?　やれやれ。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jia Min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, sure! :D I don't mind. Haha, yeah, I STILL owe you a birthday present. *shot* Or maybe you got a Mugen to slice me instead. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;:D Yeah. I'm taking a break, and breaking from revision. Haha. Reading D. Gray Man though I'm not supposed to, for some reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Eh... Apparently today's the final day where our results were gonna get keyed in, and I didn't know it, and now I've landed myself, not to mention a bunch of group members in hot water. D: I didn't bring my bloody (this &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a metaphor.) thumbdrive to school today, so I couldn't give the art teacher the poster and I didn't know that she didn't finish downloading the file the last time. *sigh* And according to our form teacher, the marks were keyed in at 1400. Dx Dx Dx Arrrrrrrgghh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Never mind. For those of you who were worrying about my emotional state earlier on, don't. I'm fine, really, it's just a reflex action to a high amount of stress piling up within a short period of time. ._. I don't like my reflex action. *hits self*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*sigh* I remember the reactions for chemistry! Yay. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I have the Universal indicator colours on my arm. 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay, I should continue bio revision now. ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-6887129447982004366?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/6887129447982004366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=6887129447982004366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/6887129447982004366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/6887129447982004366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#6887129447982004366' title='T-T I&apos;m break-ing. (Pun completely intended.)'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-181879544680833716</id><published>2008-10-01T19:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T19:13:36.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really... behave like a vampire?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a title="Vampire Quiz" href="http://www.quizrocket.com/vampire-quiz"&gt;&lt;img alt="Vampire Quiz" src="http://www.quizrocket.com/static/images/quiz/badges/vampire/fullblood.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizrocket.com/vampire-quiz"&gt;Vampire Quiz&lt;/a&gt; by QuizRocket.com &lt;a href="http://www.quizrocket.com/"&gt;fun quizzes&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quibblo.com/"&gt;Make a Quiz&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mycareerquizzes.com/"&gt;Career Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.quibblo.com/myspace-quizzes-surveys"&gt;MySpace Quizzes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» » "&lt;a href="http://www.quizrocket.com/who-should-i-vote"&gt;Who Should I Vote For?&lt;/a&gt;" « « &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMjI4NTkwMTM4NjgmcHQ9MTIyMjg1OTA*NzA4MyZwPTg3MzMxJmQ9dmFtcGlyZSZuPWJsb2dnZXImZz*xJnQ9Jm89ZjU1MTEwN2FmZGFiNGRlMWJmYTdmMjMxMGQxYmUxZGU=.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah... Stolen from Annabelle's blog... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gah. 不会吧。According to a lot of people... I behave like a vampire for some weird reason... Hates the sun, likes the dark, very pale, fascinated by blood, etc... *sigh* Oh well. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think I'll give up trying to prove that I'm not a vampire...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-181879544680833716?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/181879544680833716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=181879544680833716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/181879544680833716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/181879544680833716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#181879544680833716' title='I really... behave like a vampire?!'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-1468824470126196262</id><published>2008-09-30T21:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T19:47:58.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yay~~! It's raining like siao outside. Talking to Jing Wen. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jing Wen: I'm studying precipitation... and it started raining...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*bored* ... ... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm trying to post for Yi Ting's sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SOIsa86-SyI/AAAAAAAAADI/_eRyXTPegpg/s1600-h/Hitsugaya_AND_Hyourinmaru_look_SCREWY.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251808957009120034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SOIsa86-SyI/AAAAAAAAADI/_eRyXTPegpg/s400/Hitsugaya_AND_Hyourinmaru_look_SCREWY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Toushirou STILL looks screwed... and Hyourinmaru is screwier. Enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's the conversation that went on on that piece of paper:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: ... &lt;em&gt;you can see it up there...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yi Ting: U mad woman! Draw so nice 4 wad... -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: It still looks wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Apparently there'd be something wrong with me if I didn't vandalise my table and every worksheet I get with graffiti... xp~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Heh... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;... ... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;._. I don't know what to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sorry, Yi Ting. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;... ... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I like this expression. ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;o_O I'm taller than Toushirou by exactly 23 cm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...I'm &lt;em&gt;STILL&lt;/em&gt; 156cm tall. ... Which is &lt;em&gt;short&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;... *throws confetti* :D *evil tendencies*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*1 hour later* *struck with the inspiration to write* Really, no kidding. I'm back with an edit. ^^ Yay for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Went to the Bishan library to mug with Delena today. :D I'm being 'guaikia', 'cause I haven't drunk a drop of coffee today, and mugged for 3(?)hours straight. Apparently the bus stop was very crowded today for some reason... And 156 was even more packed with people. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Delena: I feel like I can't breathe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me:Yeah, same here... We're lucky we aren't microorganisms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I was sandwiched between some auntie's arm, and some RI guy. ... *reminded of lack of breathing space* Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When we got to the library, it was &lt;em&gt;packed&lt;/em&gt;. -.-" *sigh* But at least the 'Quiet Reading Room' had space for people to sit. ^^ I didn't like the huge round chair-thingys, so I ended up on the floor. *the kind of person who's happiest in a corner on a floor* Yeah! I realized the immense number of pens (and shades of blue pens) I have. xD Whee. I love my pencilcase~ There were strange signs in the room... like: Please do not move the furniture. (with a silhouette of a guy kicking a chair) To quote Delena, "Eh? We weren't supposed to move the furniture?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Gah. Sadly enough, we were kicked out of the Reading Room. ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Security guard: Girl, don't you know the difference between reading and studying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Erm... o_O there's a difference? Okaaay......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We ended up in a sunny spot that wasn't a corner. x( *doesn't like sunlight* *sizzle* Ended up complaining about the light with Delena and we took turns scouting... I sat there, tried to study, stoned, gave up, stood up, went up, stared, came back down, and sat back down. Then... Delena gave up trying to study, stood up, went down, stared, came back down, and relayed good news. x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So, as the story goes, we got a chair and table at the cafe~ Heh. At a sandwich with &lt;em&gt;lettuce,&lt;/em&gt; and Delena tried to inform Jing Wen about our delightful cannibalism. xD The lady at the counter got her change mixed up with us, and after further calculation, I realized that the 20cents &lt;em&gt;did &lt;/em&gt;belong to me after all. ._. *was charitable* Oh well. The people at the table next to ours were amusing, I mean er..., disturbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You see, they were talking about the female reproductive system. I have had enough of bio, thank you! Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Girl 1: How's your STD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Girl 2: *rambles on about facts we learnt in bio*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Delena: *tries and fails to suppress chuckling*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: o_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It sounds like the person actually has STD... =.=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We realized that we were cheated of a couple of years of ignorance. They were revising STD, progesterone, oestrogen, FSH, and follicles. T-T Can't the school cut us a couple o' years slack?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My coke... was neglected. ... ... By me. 'Cause I gave too much of my attention to the Brits and their economical benefit. Argh... I don't like certain U-M-N-Os. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I messed up the styles of my mascots~! xD Reikishi had white hair, after Jing Wen's inspiring comment on my gray marker drying up, and was dressed in 无名者's style. 无名者 was wearing the Chinese mascot's dress, and had her hair dyed like the LA mascot. (She's been getting her hair dyed a lot lately...) Then the LA mascot was wearing Reikishi-esque clothes, complete with a scarf (thing around his neck :D), and blue hair inherited from 无名者。The Chinese mascot had blue-gray hair from Reikishi, and loaned a red dress and coat-tail-jacket from the LA mascot. All in all, a messed up gang of people. xD I shall post the drawing if I find it... (See what I mean? Graffiti!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, that about sums it up. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*throws more confetti* I managed to actually write... This is a great achievement. *insert propaganda-ish music here*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-1468824470126196262?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/1468824470126196262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=1468824470126196262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/1468824470126196262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/1468824470126196262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#1468824470126196262' title='^^'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SOIsa86-SyI/AAAAAAAAADI/_eRyXTPegpg/s72-c/Hitsugaya_AND_Hyourinmaru_look_SCREWY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-5772969947099266972</id><published>2008-09-17T08:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T22:00:28.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yi Ting, you tagged me! &gt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Silly fishball. Trying to make me post, huh? Heheh. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;►Perfect: I am even further away from perfect than most people. ^^&lt;br /&gt;►Tall: No~~~! I'm short. &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;►In your pajamas: =.= In school uniform. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;►Left handed: Nope. Want to train it so I can be ambidextrous though. x) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;LAST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;►Friend you saw: Yi Ting. She sits diagonally across me for ICT. Annabelle's being blocked by the monitor... *sob* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;►Talked to on the phone: Erm... A random salesperson. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;►Person to text you: Yi Ting again. She was asking me for homework... I think? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;►Is today better than yesterday: Don't know yet. But at least we don't have compo. x] *backache, thigh-ache, headache* You think? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;FAVORITE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;►Numbers: 4, 13, 7, I don't know lah. =) *unlucky numbers* And 2! I love my register number. ►Colors: Light blue, light blue-green, blue-gray, white, black and maybe red. x) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;►Foods: Mushrooms? *shrugs* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;►Place: Quiet places. ^^ I particularly like libraries, and the underside of tables. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;QUESTIONS &amp;amp; ANSWERS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: What was the first thing you did this morning when you got up? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;► Felt pain...? And grogginess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: Do you have anything bothering you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;► The only place where no one has anything bothering them is in a annoying colourful children's storybook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: What's the last movie you watched in theaters? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;► Wall-E &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: Where is the last place you went? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;► Home? I'm home now. x) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q. Do you smile a lot? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;► YEP. Just ask Yi Ting. *griiins* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: Do you wish upon stars? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;► No... I don't quite believe miracles happen. Maybe I'll have a reason to someday. x) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: Are you a friendly person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;► Ahaha. It's kind of a... facade. ^^ Tada~ No again~! I'm antisocial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: Where did you sleep last night? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;► My bed? ... ... x( Are you implying something? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: Why did you sleep there? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;► Erm... 'cause I always do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: When was the last time you cried? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;► I... don't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: What was your last thought before going to bed? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;► Thinking about... *guffaw* 《The Diamond Dust Rebellion》and the snowy scene. ^^ It just captivates me. (No, I'm not talking about the fact that Hitsugaya collapsed.) And I had a weird... hallucination thingy before that. I forgot what it was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: Rate life as of right now, one being bad, ten being great? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;► 3~5. Haha, same as Yi Ting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: What do you hear right now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;► The fan? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: Does anything hurt you right now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;► My back, my thighs, my head. Yep. 加油, Yi Ting. Hope your heart problem goes away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: What's your favorite month? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;► Don't really have one. I prefer near-end and end-of the year though. It rains, leaves fall, it snows, it RAINS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;EMOTIONS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Are you missing someone right now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;► Don't remind me. It was hard to stop missing people. *kicks you*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Are you single? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;► ... ... ... *whacks you* This is under 'emotions'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Are you tired? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;► very VERY POSITIVELY ABSOLUTELY tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Are your parents still married? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;► What kind of question is that? Don't curse people. x( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BASICS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;►Real name? *censored 'cause this is posted on the www* But you could always scroll downwards... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;►Age? 14 and 8 months &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;►Eye color? Unlike the Yi Ting, apparently it is exactly black. I can't find my irises! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;►Male or female? ERM. Female... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;►Single? ?!! Stop asking that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;►Crushing? =.= No. How does one do that when you're gonna be in a girls' school for a decade? ►Smart? Apparently? But not SCHOOL SMART. *whacks self*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;►Hair color? Al~most~ black. ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;►Sweats or Jeans? Jeans. ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;►Phone or Camera? I have both? xD But I pick phone, 'cause I get lost too often. Heheh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;►Health freak? Not really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;►Righty or lefty? Righty. ^^ (who behaves like a 'lefty'.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;►SMOKE or Drink? NEITHER. &gt;&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;FIRSTS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;►First best friend? I don't know... actually... *sob* ... ... *grin* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;►First award? I think some race in P1 or 2... *shrugs* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;►First enemy? I think people made me their enemy but I never acknowledged that I was theirs. ►First pet? Fishes~! x) They're dead though... *cry* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;►First vacation? Australia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;►Eating? I don't know? -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;►Drinking? I don't know either? o_O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;►Listening to? Maybe it was 张学友... or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;►Plans for tommorow? No plans. ... ... Still no plans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE GENDER: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;►Lips or eyes? Eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;►shorter or taller? Taller? It's not hard you know, I'm short. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;►Romantic or spontaneous? Spontaneous?&lt;br /&gt;►Sensitive or loud? Sensitive. I have a tendency to feel the urge to strangle things that make noise. -.- But loud in the talkative sense is okay. (but not in the volume sense.) =)&lt;br /&gt;►Hook-up or in a relationship? relationship o_O What kind of person do you think I am? *earned yourself a kick in the head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;►Drank hard drinks? Nooooo... I think. Don't know if anyone's ever tricked me into drinking though.&lt;br /&gt;►Lost glasses/contacts? ._. How did you know?&lt;br /&gt;►Ran away from home? Oh please, give me a break. -__-&lt;br /&gt;►Broken someone's heart? It's the other way 'round, you fish.&lt;br /&gt;►Been arrested? Nope. =) Teachers and the math rep'd like to arrest me though?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;►Do you like someone? Huh? In the romantic sense, or what? I like my friends. :D&lt;br /&gt;►Are you seriously happy with where you are in life? Again with the senseless questions... You think? *gets ready to decapitate people, and maybe to commit arson at certain places somewhere in Tiong Bahru*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if anyone's noticed that certain... examinations &amp;amp; assessment boards are there. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Mwahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-5772969947099266972?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/5772969947099266972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=5772969947099266972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/5772969947099266972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/5772969947099266972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#5772969947099266972' title='Yi Ting, you tagged me! &gt;&lt;'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-8575843806280450012</id><published>2008-09-15T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T19:18:00.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh. It's your fault, Jing Wen! &gt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*sigh* See lah. Why'd you have to tell me Bleach: The Diamond Dust Rebellion was out! =.= Toushirou= 逞强，逞强，&lt;strong&gt;逞强！... ... &lt;/strong&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;akes me feel like maybe bottling up feelings isn't such a good idea after all. *shrug*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SPOILER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ARGH. Soul Society is strange. Why are there weird laws that make you end up having to kill your friend. And... they have a LOT of weird laws... &gt;&lt; *pats poor Shiro-kun on the head* He needs a hug. :&lt; (Not from me, I don't give out hugs. Dx I'll eat you if you try.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmn. Apparently he was seriously depressed in this movie... He didn't correct Ichigo for calling him Toshirou, and not Hitsugaya Taichou... &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eek. As I said, &lt;strong&gt;逞强! &lt;/strong&gt;*whacks him* *takes that back 'cause... he's injured* How does one run around with an sword wound through your middle? AND manage to get out his Bankai. =.= I really don't get it... I know he's a captain and all but shouldn't there be a limit as too how much you run around with a wound? &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay. I think I shall stop ranting here. x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On to less depressing things! Okay, let me rephrase. On to more traumatising things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We had our drama assessment today. (at least it's over.) =) I was Wan Ting and the teenager's dad... Yes, apparently I cheated on people and am the MAIN SOURCE OF TROUBLE. xD Wahahahaha. 'Cause my character ran around and married two people, and had two children. One, I didn't take care of, and the other, I left my debts to. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BUT... 我其实不是那种人, so the class ended up giggling when I came on stage as the father of Wan Ting. xD やれやれ、is it really that funny? ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had a hat. :D ... ... ... (when I was a random commuter that is.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Otherwise, today was pretty much slacking (and starving 'cause of drama rehearsal. Dx) the whole way, besides 中华文化测验。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh! The test was... Idon'tknowwhattosay. &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; *sigh* I think Wei Qi'd be happy to not bang my head on the wall for me, but rather, cut off my fringe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hey... She hasn't been harassing Reikishi of late. x) *throws confetti* Wei Qi, I am brainwashing you into thinking that fringes are OKAY. x3 Otherwise, I'll need to think of a plan to confiscate your correction tape, eraser, scissors and blanko. Wait a minute. The school's technically already done that for me with their no-correction-tape-blanko-or-otherwise-in-the-EOYs-or-else rule. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Alright, I shall REALLY shut up this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;... ... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Heh. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*mouth gets taped*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-8575843806280450012?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/8575843806280450012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=8575843806280450012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/8575843806280450012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/8575843806280450012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#8575843806280450012' title='Argh. It&apos;s your fault, Jing Wen! &gt;&lt;'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-9078152588821448544</id><published>2008-09-12T19:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T19:38:54.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a friday~!</title><content type='html'>Haha. I'm bored... Or maybe it's stress in disguise. I thought I wasn't supposed to get stressed? I don't feel stressed. Maybe I'm in denial. I've been reading random books on things like handwriting analysis again, does that imply stress? I hid under the table 'cause 'twas too noisy... Hmn. Does that imply insanity? Or schizophrenia? Haha. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-9078152588821448544?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/9078152588821448544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=9078152588821448544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/9078152588821448544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/9078152588821448544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#9078152588821448544' title='It&apos;s a friday~!'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-7399220854131174721</id><published>2008-07-26T20:58:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:49:25.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whee~ We had to do cross-country today... Dx I'm here to post a bunch of pictures for Jing Wen. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227982843920119986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SI2Gso-x-LI/AAAAAAAAACw/FM2LZg4BYLo/s400/Always+the+quiet+ones_SilentReaper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;xD Why'd Near wanna do such random stuff in the first place? And L's swear word's funny! 'Sweet merciful crap'... x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227985174582971682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SI2I0TYGzSI/AAAAAAAAAC4/zvjQeFTEMzo/s400/Raito%27s_Rant_Presentation_SilentReaper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ahaha. Poor Light... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227986214348356754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 585px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="562" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SI2Jw0zffJI/AAAAAAAAADA/H90PQppeRJU/s400/Death_Note_L%27s_Rebuttal%5Bto+Raito%27s+Rant%5D_SilentReaper.jpg" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*laughs head off* But then again too many fangirls is a bad thing. xp~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This was ripped from M&amp;amp;M's blog... *sigh* I don't miss '6F' but I miss the bunch of them... o_O I just recalled that I owe Jia Min a *cough* birthday present. *whacks self* Never mind. -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Apparently I'm supposed to use my initial to answer these questions...&lt;br /&gt;1) 4 LETTER WORD:&lt;br /&gt;Eh... aria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) BOY NAME:&lt;br /&gt;Allen! xp~ Haha. Too much D. Gray Man may just be bad for the mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) GIRL NAME:&lt;br /&gt;Arya! (Wow, random. She's the elf from 'Eragon'.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) OCCUPATION:&lt;br /&gt;Artist. *grins at you*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)A COLOUR:&lt;br /&gt;Argent? (more commonly known as silver) or eh... I dunno, aurum? but I'm not sure if it's english. Ah, I know! Azure~ ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)SOMETHING YOU WEAR:&lt;br /&gt;Attire. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)BEVERAGE:&lt;br /&gt;Alchohol. *laughs head off thinking of クロス元帥* Tempted to write acid... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)FOOD:&lt;br /&gt;*cheats* My dictionary says aubergine. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)SOMETHING FOUND IN A BATHROOM:&lt;br /&gt;'A' toothbrush. xD Gah. I dunno lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)A PLACE:&lt;br /&gt;An abode. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)REASON FOR BEING LATE:&lt;br /&gt;An adage says: Better late than never. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)SOMETHING YOU SHOUT: Adieu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hence, adieu~!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756703276579022294-7399220854131174721?l=thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/7399220854131174721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756703276579022294&amp;postID=7399220854131174721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/7399220854131174721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756703276579022294/posts/default/7399220854131174721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinebetweenthelightandthedark.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#7399220854131174721' title='^^'/><author><name>A.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13504302395018504366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SIrinqy4zzI/AAAAAAAAACI/soDUg7vbMY4/S220/random+kissaten+in+autumn.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYmGZe-5Hyc/SI2Gso-x-LI/AAAAAAAAACw/FM2LZg4BYLo/s72-c/Always+the+quiet+ones_SilentReaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756703276579022294.post-7578822206007940966</id><published>2008-07-26T15:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T16:10:03.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&lt; Sian...</title><content type='html'>*sigh* Block tests are finally over and we've gotten our math and science paper back so far. x) Argh. I failed math like crazy, now I've got remedial. ._. Who ever thought such a day would come? Oh well. ^^ Being a slightly insane person, I'm just laughing it off~ xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nya~ I wanna watch the Diamond Dust Rebellion. ^^ I think the main character's Shiro-kun. *random*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi Ting the fishball-whose-obsession-is-making-people-tag is asking me to tag again... But I don't know what to say. (as usual...) Once again I think I don't exactly belong in this century. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum dragged us off to watch the 'Sound Stories 2' concert where they performed a whole lot of 新摇 songs... I like 等你等到我心痛 and 关怀方式~ ^^ A bunch of 'unknown' people performed but they were all really talented! *throws confetti for them* The side effect of doing this is my head hurting and my homework unfinished again... &gt;&lt; &lt;table cellspacing=" cellpadding=" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong /&gt;What Alyssa Ang Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are deeply philosophical and thoughtful. You tend to analyze every aspect of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are intuitive, brilliant, and quite introverted. You value your time alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often times, you are grumpy with other people. You don't appreciate them trying to interfere in your affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I did this one for fun, it's the analysis of my screen name. xD (For people who didn't know I had a screen name, which is erm... the majority, here it is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Akikaze Rei means:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a seeker of knowledge, and you have learned many things in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are also a keeper of knowledge - meaning you don't spill secrets or spread gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People sometimes think you're snobby or aloof, but you're just too deep in thought to pay attention to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are incredibly wise and perceptive. You have a lot of life experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a natural peacemaker, and you are especially good at helping others get along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But keeping the peace in your own life is not easy. You see things very differently, and it's hard to get you to budge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder which is more accurate, but what the heck. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celtic horoscope is kind of interesting. Hmn... walnut tree... 想来想去 it's still strange to me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are A Walnut Tree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourceltichoroscopequiz/walnut-tree.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are strange and full of contrasts... the oddball of your group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are unrelenting and you have unlimited ambition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not always liked but always admired, you are more infamous than famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are aggressive and spontaneous, and your reactions are often unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A jealous and passionate person, you are difficult in romantic relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourceltichoroscopequiz/"&gt;What's Your Celtic Horoscope?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha. xD This was too funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Fortune Is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/fortunecookiegenerator/cookie.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man who jump off cliff, jump to conclusion.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/fortunecookiegenerator/"&gt;The Wacky Fortune Cookie Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Inner Blood Type is Type A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourinnerbloodtypequiz/a.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem cool and collected, though a bit shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are highly driven and a perfectionist, but that's a side you keep to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creative and artistic, you are a very unique person who doesn't quite fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People accept you more than you realize, seeing you as trustworthy and loyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with: A and AB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourinnerbloodtypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Inner Blood Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, this may be true... 'cause I don't know what my blood type is, and my dad's and A while my mum's an O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. 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