<?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-3372030475433554893</id><updated>2011-08-10T05:29:57.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazedmanipulatorxxx</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>548</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-7898165919147094006</id><published>2009-09-25T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:33.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>but i see you.. a bit fat</title><content type='html'>The school has been setting mock exams for us every day after school. Did VS phy paper on thursday and emath p2 yesterday. Ridiculous really, since we're released 1ish usually on fridays and with the mock exam being 2.5hr, we end up getting off at 4 which means me missing chinese tuition, with my teacher getting all pissy on me saying "you're late!" and I have to stay there til 5.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my report card which my parents are supposed to sign. I haven't improved much from midyears til now. L1R5 stays the same.. overall improved a little.. ranking dropped.. some people have been working hard. Janice thinks I got B3 for chinese olevels..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English we've been doing situational and going to the lab every freaking lesson. We watched Russell Peters during one lesson, courtesy of jem (who got tix to f1 btw). He's hilarious and sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom's all the rage right now, with everyone looking for table partners (10pax/table). Yohana wants me to go cos she wants me to lose weight and surprise everyone. So I said ok when shuting asked me to join her table. But I didn't want to wear a dress.. had this brill idea of cross-dressing and going in a tux.. not a manly manly tux lah.. the girl type. Made the mistake of telling my parents that I was gonna wear a tux to prom.. they freaked out. Father says I shouldn't want to let everyone remember me as a tomboy, etc. So I pulled out. I'm not going to prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^and what's with the title? This morning I went to the market and while me and my mom were Q-ing up at the cashier this indian man starts talking to us.. in hokkien which I thought was hilarious. He saw us buying only vegetables and was like "ooh, so healthy! you guys are vegetarians?" I told him I am but my mom isn't... he looked me up and down and said "&lt;strong&gt;but i see you.. a bit fat&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever I commit suicide, I'll definitely leave a note.. or a blog post. It'll go.. &lt;i&gt;the world is fucked up.. and I don't want to be a part of it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-edit-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I was so angry. Um I'm not now. Peace! -kinda hungry-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-7898165919147094006?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/7898165919147094006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=7898165919147094006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/7898165919147094006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/7898165919147094006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/09/but-i-see-you-bit-fat.html' title='but i see you.. a bit fat'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-5930144241895195142</id><published>2009-09-23T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:33.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today hasn't been very good so far.. except for the fact that I slept through chinese. Other than that, I got the flu. Plus, there's this notice at my staircase that informs all residents that the lift upgrading programme will commence in October 2009. That's barely a week from now! o.o I am afraid my father will freak out and ship us all off somewhere (like punggol.. ew).. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But despite all this, I'm feeling quite alright! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this quote is so insanely gorgeous ya? 'Cos the dude's a lil insane himself.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Jack Kerouac&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-5930144241895195142?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5930144241895195142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=5930144241895195142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/5930144241895195142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/5930144241895195142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-hasnt-been-very-good-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-7390578065522053421</id><published>2009-09-22T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:33.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in love with fall out boy. over and over again. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-7390578065522053421?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/7390578065522053421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=7390578065522053421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/7390578065522053421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/7390578065522053421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-love-with-fall-out-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-4833063061637379799</id><published>2009-09-20T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:33.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i caused a bus to break down</title><content type='html'>I was in a hurry to get to &lt;strong&gt;mr ng&lt;/strong&gt;'s tuition, and I just missed the traffic light. You know, the one at Safra. I saw bus no.5 approaching, and I was gonna miss it, so I wished very hard for the traffic light to turn red so the bus would stop and I could cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus stopped. I crossed the road. The light turned green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus didn't move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had broken down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. must be me. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. officially over 24hrs of being vegetarian!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-4833063061637379799?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4833063061637379799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=4833063061637379799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/4833063061637379799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/4833063061637379799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-caused-bus-to-break-down.html' title='i caused a bus to break down'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-1595668856164632329</id><published>2009-09-19T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love this time of night. i love it because i rarely experience it. i don't know why but right now i'm so wide awake it's like i'm high on caffeine (which i'm not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been sleeping at 1am the past few nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's almost 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few more hours til i consume a table... &lt;strong&gt;BWAHAHHA&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-1595668856164632329?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/1595668856164632329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=1595668856164632329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/1595668856164632329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/1595668856164632329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-this-time-of-night.html' title=''/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-5359660812647747643</id><published>2009-09-19T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SrUH4_kefyI/AAAAAAAAAgE/6A3aLt8XR54/s1600-h/omg+facebook+fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383217605309792034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SrUH4_kefyI/AAAAAAAAAgE/6A3aLt8XR54/s400/omg+facebook+fire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;mr hamdan, my amath teacher, told me in class sometime last week that he expected better of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;lol. im suprised, since i thought he didnt expect anything of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;he added me on fb too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;^look up there. fb owned. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-5359660812647747643?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5359660812647747643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=5359660812647747643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/5359660812647747643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/5359660812647747643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/09/mr-hamdan-my-amath-teacher-told-me-in.html' title=''/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SrUH4_kefyI/AAAAAAAAAgE/6A3aLt8XR54/s72-c/omg+facebook+fire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-2598991563008962639</id><published>2009-09-18T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to be vegetarian. A vegetarian who eats eggs and drinks milk. And eats the occasional salmon. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Scratch the salmon part. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-2598991563008962639?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/2598991563008962639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=2598991563008962639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/2598991563008962639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/2598991563008962639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-want-to-be-vegetarian.html' title=''/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-1757071310729077020</id><published>2009-09-16T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like a failure.&lt;br /&gt;and am totally overwhelmed by a bunch of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. hongwen deciding not to give up on amath after all, but at the same time telling me i should drop chem.&lt;br /&gt;2. looking at the chem past year papers.&lt;br /&gt;3. mr mok talking to me in class today.&lt;br /&gt;4. realization that i am a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a question.&lt;strong&gt; should i drop chem?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-1757071310729077020?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/1757071310729077020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=1757071310729077020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/1757071310729077020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/1757071310729077020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-feel-like-failure.html' title=''/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-1842657123744511588</id><published>2009-09-15T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;prelim results&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english A1&lt;br /&gt;chinese A1 (sec 3)&lt;br /&gt;ss/hist A2&lt;br /&gt;emath A2&lt;br /&gt;phys B4&lt;br /&gt;chem B4&lt;br /&gt;bio B4&lt;br /&gt;h.chinese B4&lt;br /&gt;amath C5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l1r5: 14&lt;br /&gt;no study break for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;help&lt;/i&gt;. o.o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-1842657123744511588?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/1842657123744511588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=1842657123744511588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/1842657123744511588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/1842657123744511588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/09/prelim-results-english-a1-chinese-a1.html' title=''/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-3925983331974729782</id><published>2009-09-14T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hoopy frood!</title><content type='html'>So a little over a year ago, &lt;strong&gt;eoin colfer&lt;/strong&gt; was assigned to write the sixth installment of the &lt;strong&gt;hitchhiker series&lt;/strong&gt;, called '&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;and another thing...&lt;/span&gt;'. The book is coming out on 12th october, but I dunno if it'll be available in singapore. So excited for this book! I love Eoin Colfer (artemis fowl series), and I love Hitchhiker! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a video call with &lt;strong&gt;pat&lt;/strong&gt; just now, she got a new laptop as a graduation present. :D My hair is longer than hers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya'll! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. a frood is a really amazingly put together guy; hoopy you can work out for yourselves. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-3925983331974729782?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/3925983331974729782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=3925983331974729782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/3925983331974729782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/3925983331974729782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/09/hoopy-frood.html' title='hoopy frood!'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-8796667746627997696</id><published>2009-09-12T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>15 more minutes on the com and then I'm off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess studying isn't that bad. I study on my bed so I fall asleep and then wake up and study then fall asleep and it's actually pretty relaxing. Plus I get a hell of a lot of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i'm using my uncle's com. teehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-8796667746627997696?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/8796667746627997696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=8796667746627997696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/8796667746627997696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/8796667746627997696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/09/15-more-minutes-on-com-and-then-im-off.html' title=''/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-1238895650771074025</id><published>2009-09-11T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>he said i told you so.</title><content type='html'>my father told me that liching got &gt;95% for all her subjects in australia. she's taking olevels this year too. and the only subject that she got 80%, was sports. i'm happy for her. but i hate that he's comparing us, his daughter and his best friend's kid. his best friend is back in town and will be staying for awhile, so he's out with him all the time. i hate that she isn't here. and he finished off with "that's why she can aim for medical school."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm sorry i cant be perfect?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY, LET'S STEAL A SPACESHIP AND CHASE A SHOOTING STAR ACROSS THE UNIVERSE AND FORGET THIS EARTH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-1238895650771074025?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/1238895650771074025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=1238895650771074025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/1238895650771074025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/1238895650771074025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/09/he-said-i-told-you-so.html' title='he said i told you so.'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-7207424295917583138</id><published>2009-09-10T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RAWR tennis got cancelled today just because victoria had to do a project with her friend. soo sad :(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studied at the airport with zb today, happy cos i finally get ray diagrams and also did some integration. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess it all balances out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-7207424295917583138?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/7207424295917583138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=7207424295917583138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/7207424295917583138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/7207424295917583138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/09/rawr-tennis-got-cancelled-today-just.html' title=''/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-8871290590540629840</id><published>2009-09-08T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>out with hongwen later. i havent spoken in days, it feels like. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanning oil smells like coconuts and the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha got back from a quick pop upstairs. my tuition teacher informed me someone committed suicide. i was like "WHAAAT!" yeah apparently block 935. steer clear! specially it's the seventh month at all. stupid combustions all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-8871290590540629840?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/8871290590540629840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=8871290590540629840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/8871290590540629840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/8871290590540629840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/09/out-with-hongwen-later.html' title=''/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-3212858151270572611</id><published>2009-09-07T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i live for glitter, not you</title><content type='html'>mika's new song 'we are golden' sounds very much like tears for fears' mad world. the upbeat melody don't match the lyrics. &lt;strong&gt;jeremie &lt;/strong&gt;called it '&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;groovy&lt;/span&gt;'. i laughed my socks off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's my schedule for this week,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; lest i forget anything&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4pm-mr ng's tuition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.30am-miss toh's tuition&lt;br /&gt;6pm-walk with hongwen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.30pm-mr ng's tuition&lt;br /&gt;5pm-tennis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.30am-school&lt;br /&gt;1ishpm-miss toh's tuition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it finally struck me that i have to polish up both maths if im gonna use them in l1r5 and even though i dont need chem and physics i dunno if i can guarantee A1 for bio, so.. Dx it would be nice if i were good at more subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, i cant seem to remember if i saw someone online, or if i dreamt it.. ODD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, i like where we are now. i dont worry much anymore, because there is promise between us. of tomorrow. of many tomorrows. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;onerepublic&lt;/strong&gt; has all the right moves. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-3212858151270572611?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/3212858151270572611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=3212858151270572611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/3212858151270572611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/3212858151270572611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-live-for-glitter-not-you.html' title='i live for glitter, not you'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-4548664287635924113</id><published>2009-09-06T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mmpfh, stomach hurts.&lt;br /&gt;eating one of those stringbean sour cola candies coated in sugar. complements amath v.well. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love mtv made. loveee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9pm now. just got back from mr.ng's tuition. sat with&lt;strong&gt; jelene&lt;/strong&gt; AND &lt;strong&gt;candice&lt;/strong&gt;. my, am i rising up in the world. xD anywho, &lt;strong&gt;sya&lt;/strong&gt;, i bought tanning oil to carry out my plan of blending in with the library carpet. ridiculously low amount of spf muhahahha accio, melanin! see ya tomorrow morning. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna live someplace where all the food is fresh. that would be amazing. italy? australia? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g'day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-4548664287635924113?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4548664287635924113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=4548664287635924113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/4548664287635924113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/4548664287635924113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/09/mmpfh-stomach-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-3898503947437564110</id><published>2009-09-06T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;You say, “Run away with me.”&lt;br /&gt;When your heart won't stay to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say, “Spend the day with me.”&lt;br /&gt;But you only want the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is lies when on your lips,&lt;br /&gt;A promise you won't keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love got old when you were young&lt;br /&gt;And nodded off to sleep.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-by philodice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-3898503947437564110?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/3898503947437564110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=3898503947437564110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/3898503947437564110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/3898503947437564110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-say-run-away-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-1812102898479345782</id><published>2009-09-05T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ignore the previous post! i'm just gonna write it til the end, cos it'll never be perfect anyway. as long as it's entertaining, it's fine with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have other stories i want to write!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studied with sya today, whee. she studied, not i. cos i brought english and it bored me to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im off to bukit timah for dinner.. for no apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. SPECTACULAR! so corny, but the guy's so hot. and the girl's so old. the whole thing is cliche. watch it for the guy... nikko. :) (i like him better than zac. nyeh.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-1812102898479345782?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/1812102898479345782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=1812102898479345782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/1812102898479345782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/1812102898479345782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/09/ignore-previous-post-im-just-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-8209646774191200974</id><published>2009-09-04T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rewrites. reedits. thinking and thinking and thinking. i want to finish dirt by this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna intro some new characters to make the plot spin out of control. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the conflict.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-8209646774191200974?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/8209646774191200974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=8209646774191200974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/8209646774191200974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/8209646774191200974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/09/rewrites.html' title=''/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-6609651113693786940</id><published>2009-09-03T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been busy. i have a headache to show for it. got baked by the sun just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeremie is listening to spectacular! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition with mr ng was odd. i sat with jelene and talked to her for the first time in a million years and it was actually pretty nice. i guess primary school friends will always be comfortable with each other, seeing as we've known each other for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate kebab for dinner. yum.&lt;br /&gt;reading a good fic right now. cheerio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done with the fic. so bloody amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yknow what's weird? i feel like this emo little girl half the time, and here i am on msn comforting someone who's sad... and im saying things i dont really mean, just to make her feel better. it's weird. but ppl do it all the time right? i mean, saying that things will be ok, it'll work out, etc, even when they have no idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going off on a tangent..&lt;br /&gt;i have the sneaking suspicion that im gonna grow up and be into extreme sports.. or elaborate ways of torturing myself.. such as running a marathon across the sahara.. dont ask me why. i just do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will i ever write likeable characters? sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-6609651113693786940?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6609651113693786940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=6609651113693786940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/6609651113693786940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/6609651113693786940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-been-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-5759084613118434281</id><published>2009-09-02T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my father has taken to buying books that cost $50 each from kinokuniya. apparently he's had enough of borrowing them from the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it's his money. but. GOD. fifty bucks? and they're all about C++, aka computer programming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's not looking for a job.&lt;br /&gt;he's not looking for a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goddammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all he ever says to me is "how was your paper?" or "what are you eating?" so f annoyed. and today he went all wisely, "so you see how difficult it is to study for two papers in one day.." just cos i had both bio and chem books out (paper ones tmr).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went, "what is your problem?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said, "just pointing it out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish he would die.&lt;br /&gt;just disappear from here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-5759084613118434281?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-6590241957872442027</id><published>2009-08-31T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 9.38pm and im just beginning to write this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to run with hongwen today, but her gparents wouldnt allow her. they thought it was raining--it wasn't, just really windy. i ended up running myself, passed some guys on a bench that hollered at me, "why so slow? keep running, dont stop!" but i'd already planned to stop after that round. had a stomachache for the second time in two days. ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night was.. uhh. i think sya blocked me, went offline on me, is ignoring me, etc. who can say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im probably gonna lose this post. blogger's screwing up on me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. happy teachers' day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-6590241957872442027?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6590241957872442027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=6590241957872442027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/6590241957872442027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/6590241957872442027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/08/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-1106230194830995852</id><published>2009-08-31T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So mad at myself for wasting 1.5hrs of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some mixup--mr.ng said 5pm @ mavis, i thought it was class. it turned out to be a party.. with pizza. and some poly students came back to see him. nyeh screwed my whole plan for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worst part: got a stomachache from pizza, hurt like hell. struggled back home, srsly thinking i'd die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't, obvz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now pris is telling me i shld've gone for the back-to-ev thing and she has photos on her blog. the only person i regret not seeing is lyv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hung out at east point today with hongy after school celebrations ended. celebrations were alright, highlight of the thing being 4a's performance of 'nobody' which of course included a very very gay boy. concert band ppl sang 'my heart will go on' from titanic prompting confused glances from yours truly and hongwen. encore of 4a and then dismissal. rushed back to class, signed cards, witnessed cake-cutting, and went to east point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plans change, etc. ate lunch at kfc, total rip off. next time im just gonna go to the food court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noshow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and noshow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gee, i'm blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-1106230194830995852?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/1106230194830995852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=1106230194830995852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/1106230194830995852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/1106230194830995852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-mad-at-myself-for-wasting-1.html' title=''/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-5345233426781880678</id><published>2009-08-31T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at some point you stop chasing after a dream,&lt;br /&gt;and you settle.&lt;br /&gt;because you can't make them love you if they don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you won't linger on,&lt;br /&gt;you won't make a sound,&lt;br /&gt;you'll be like a movie they watch to kill time&lt;br /&gt;because you're forgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;oh, romeo? yeah i used to have a scene with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;so they won't stop raving,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;this is gonna last forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;you're in the background thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;one-sided friendships get tiring, after a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;so when does one stop dreaming?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-5345233426781880678?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5345233426781880678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=5345233426781880678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/5345233426781880678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/5345233426781880678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/08/at-some-point-you-stop-chasing-after.html' title=''/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-4120907101296924548</id><published>2009-08-30T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;this is what we do&lt;br /&gt;we rock n rolla til the morning&lt;br /&gt;hola!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how we rollll&lt;br /&gt;loose shirts, fast cars&lt;br /&gt;free flow booze&lt;br /&gt;a toast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the greatest hangover&lt;br /&gt;major smash roller&lt;br /&gt;brain clumper&lt;br /&gt;nerve melder&lt;br /&gt;yow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we do it all again!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-4120907101296924548?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4120907101296924548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=4120907101296924548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/4120907101296924548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/4120907101296924548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-what-we-do-we-rock-n-rolla-til.html' title=''/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-8923295917941273703</id><published>2009-08-30T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No way back. No way forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridiculous, am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot down. Shot down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away from Pandora's box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because hope escaped, and we're all still caged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..tis a bright and sunshiney place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-8923295917941273703?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/8923295917941273703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=8923295917941273703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/8923295917941273703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/8923295917941273703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-way-back.html' title=''/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-2616820825518355740</id><published>2009-08-29T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MJ on tv now, they showed a section where this girl ran up to the stage and hugged him and cried, and then he fell to his knees and cried, and they dragged the girl away, all to the tune of 'you are not alone'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't heard back from them. Don't think I got it. Doesn't matter if I told her or not now, does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied with Sya today at the CC, I thought it was productive. Time passed so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And chuci's up for retirement soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why I can't stick to anything for long? It'll be intense, and then break, then intense, then break which = always having to start from the beginning, again. Writing is the only thing I maintain at a certain level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is awkward. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-2616820825518355740?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/2616820825518355740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=2616820825518355740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/2616820825518355740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/2616820825518355740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/08/mj-on-tv-now-they-showed-section-where.html' title=''/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-7324330508723880030</id><published>2009-08-28T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back to me rambling to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. one week, havent told her.&lt;br /&gt;2. sk8rboi&lt;br /&gt;3. no reply&lt;br /&gt;4. i miss tennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the hangover. Hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-7324330508723880030?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/7324330508723880030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=7324330508723880030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/7324330508723880030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/7324330508723880030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-me-rambling-to-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-6272434115911991346</id><published>2009-08-27T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>odd. how very odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i havent told her. it's been almost a week.&lt;br /&gt;2. what am i doing?&lt;br /&gt;3. chuci's in the house.&lt;br /&gt;4. no idea what's going on with person #1, #2 and #3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-6272434115911991346?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6272434115911991346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=6272434115911991346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/6272434115911991346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/6272434115911991346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/08/odd.html' title=''/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-231003951565060522</id><published>2009-08-26T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you very very much.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;why am i so effing screwed up&lt;br /&gt;cant sit around waiting for&lt;br /&gt;something that isn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate that&lt;br /&gt;i shouldnt have&lt;br /&gt;maybe what if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a torrent of&lt;br /&gt;keep thinking&lt;br /&gt;it will kill you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no words no sound&lt;br /&gt;empty screen&lt;br /&gt;validation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whispers&lt;br /&gt;dont look up&lt;br /&gt;cheat&lt;br /&gt;good lucks.. not one.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-231003951565060522?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/231003951565060522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=231003951565060522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/231003951565060522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/231003951565060522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/08/thank-you-very-very-much.html' title='thank you very very much.'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-8353039048936041807</id><published>2009-08-24T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>but i can't see straight anymore.</title><content type='html'>++&lt;i&gt;8pm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maan, miss sya and zb. =( want someone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;seriously on the verge of freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted chapter six of &lt;strong&gt;dirt&lt;/strong&gt; on fp.com yesterday, got two more reviews. Whoo! One's pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am officially confused. 1. Why the hell was micheal speeding like that itdoesn't make any sense! 2. What is the deal with her dad? They can't call 911because of who he is? What does that mean!?! Is he like mafia or something? 3.Who is lottie and how does she know alex? 4. This big secret thing is annoying and I want to know what is going on!" I laughed so hard when I saw this. Nyehhahahha I know what's going on and youu don't. xD She's actually right though--he &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; mafia. LMAO. Ok ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics paper was okay-ish, some questions I didn't know I just crapped something out. Oh and amath was a killer! I completed history! Everyone was betting on germany coming out but in the end it didn't. HAHA. I studied Japan so it didn't matter anyway. SBQ abit tough, it was about cuban missile crisis which I have very faint recollection of, I was all 'who the heck is krushchev?' but it's over. Tmr's chem and emath AND &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ENGLISH ORAL &lt;/span&gt;OMG OMG OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My library book's gonna be overdue. I have a freaking farm on facebook. Wanna be my neighbours?? xD We can have FTA and trade peacefully, with no lack of resources or fear of colonization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw &lt;strong&gt;jeremie&lt;/strong&gt; at the busstop on the way home. Super odd cos he smiled at me when I walked towards him. HAHAHA. He asked me if I was sick, I said yeah. He went, "stay away from me. your bus is here!" I miss talking to him, since we don't talk anymore cos prelims started. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John Mayer&lt;/strong&gt;? Sexiest voice evahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome post from &lt;strong&gt;zb&lt;/strong&gt;, shall copy and paste it here for future reference. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was gonna blog some things, but then I bloghopped and totally got SLAUGHTERED man! ALMOST EVERY BLOG I HOPPED TO IS SO SAD/ANGRY/UPSET! WHY!!! D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do it with me, people.&lt;br /&gt;Take a deep breathe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now breathe out.&lt;br /&gt;*pause*&lt;br /&gt;You're not doing it. I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;Take a reeeeal deep one in.... Aaaaaand out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of the happiest thoughts you can think of. Don't even focus on anything, just let your mind run to happy places and happy times.&lt;br /&gt;And smile. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILE!&lt;br /&gt;Life's a little happier than we give it credit for. Totally. ;D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what &lt;i&gt;he's&lt;/i&gt; on. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-8353039048936041807?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/8353039048936041807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=8353039048936041807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/8353039048936041807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/8353039048936041807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/08/but-i-can-see-straight-anymore.html' title='but i can&amp;#39;t see straight anymore.'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-6404261648124321736</id><published>2009-08-23T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tongue-kissing cousins</title><content type='html'>Scrabbling, is that a word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How dyou know everything's gonna be okay? It's impossible for everyth to be okay for any length of time because things can't be at a stand still forever, it's not like newton's first law, where an object can continue in its state of motion if no resultant force acts on it. In movies when the protagonist is hurting and aching you know he's gonna get the girl and come out victorious in *looks at clock* 30 more mins, the question is how he does it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I wanna write a fic called 'After the Credits'. HAHAHA. Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Life sucks, then you die. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-6404261648124321736?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6404261648124321736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=6404261648124321736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/6404261648124321736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/6404261648124321736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/08/tongue-kissing-cousins.html' title='tongue-kissing cousins'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-762490501799226790</id><published>2009-08-21T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW WHAT A SURPRISE THEY'RE 'NOT KEEN'. THEY HAVE CONCERNS! THEY DON'T WANT ME TO BE COMMITTED! JUST BECAUSE I HAVE TO SIGN A CONTRACT! THE INCONSIDERATE PEOPLE WILL SURELY TELL ME TO ABANDON ALL MY STUDIES IN FAVOR OF GOING TO THEIR OPEN HOUSE! THE MONEY IS NOT IMPORTANT! YAH WE'RE SO FILTHY RICH WE DON'T NEED $$$! PFFT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEY DON'T EVEN WANT TO CALL HER TO ADDRESS THEIR CONCERNS. THEY JUST WANNA REMAIN IN THEIR SAFE CONTROLLABLE LITTLE WORLDS AND WATCH ME STUDY AND STUDY AND STUDY UNTIL I CHOKE AND DIE ON MY OWN STUPIDITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DO THEY ALWAYS FORCE ME TO GIVE UP OPPORTUNITIES? AND THEY CALL &lt;i&gt;ME&lt;/i&gt; THE QUITTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my mum talked to her friends about it and they advised her against it. NVM MY opinion, of course, what do I matter? And my dad, of course he's not keen! He's not keen on anything outside of my studies. My mom's friends don't like the idea of a 'contract' and say that they're just using me to publicise for them. DUH IT'S A BLOODY CAMPAIGN NUMBSKULLS. THAT'S WHAT I'M SUPPOSED TO DO. AND YOU KNOW WHAT THE MOST LAUGHABLE THING IS? MY MOM IS AFRAID I'LL STIR UP CONTROVERSY ON THE INTERNET WITH MY OPINIONS AND GET FLAMED. BECAUSE WE MUST ALL AIM TO PLEASE EVERYONE AT EVERY POSSIBLE MOMENT RIGHT? YEAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-762490501799226790?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/762490501799226790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=762490501799226790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/762490501799226790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/762490501799226790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/08/wow-what-surprise-theyre-not-keen.html' title=''/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-105360066117067611</id><published>2009-08-21T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LIKE, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;ZOMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-105360066117067611?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/105360066117067611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=105360066117067611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/105360066117067611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/105360066117067611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/08/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-6049808444161461677</id><published>2009-08-21T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>has got it going onnnnn</title><content type='html'>I made &lt;strong&gt;a deal&lt;/strong&gt; with my dad. For every A1 I get in the O's, he's gonna give me $100. If I get 7 A1s, he'll top it up to $1000. :D Sounds good? Until &lt;strong&gt;Jose&lt;/strong&gt; told me &lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt; deal is the same except he gets $75 for every A2. Dotz.. If I told my dad that he'd be like "that's encouraging mediocrity! only the best get rewarded!" My dad already told me A1 is bloody easy to get, since it means you can get 1 in 4 questions wrong. HAHA. Annoying sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such an idiot. I studied NI and harmony like hell and this morning&lt;strong&gt; hongwen&lt;/strong&gt; told me NI already came out in O's last year.. which means the teachers probably won't set that chapter at all for prelims. And she was right. I just did on globalization instead, crapped something out. Sigh. It's like mye all over again. I'm gonna study venice, globalization and healthcare, focussing on globalization. I'll write about it til my teeth drop out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English paper one was bloody difficult. The situational is ARGHHH and I was stumped for ten minutes trying to think of what to write. Which meant less time for narrative. I'm not really happy with my narrative, which is on the topic 'Idols', and I also wrote it in present tense, which teachers hate, even if it's perfect. I'M SUCH AN IDIOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese paper one.. zzZ. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to the airport later to feast on salmon! Eat while we can, they're disappearing. Dx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-6049808444161461677?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6049808444161461677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=6049808444161461677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/6049808444161461677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/6049808444161461677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/08/has-got-it-going-onnnnn.html' title='has got it going onnnnn'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-7924576437329626140</id><published>2009-08-19T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nervous wreck</title><content type='html'>Waiting for my hair to dry right now. I have not been getting enough sleep. Dx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That compo down there *points down there*, &lt;strong&gt;Mrs G&lt;/strong&gt; said it was very good, "almost poetic". HAHA. No way. But I'm super relieved it's acceptable. Also, I completed my chinese essay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sya&lt;/strong&gt; came over today to study, heh. I dl-ed so many &lt;strong&gt;Bowling For Soup&lt;/strong&gt; songs and they are awesome. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;prelims&lt;/span&gt; start tomorrow! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-7924576437329626140?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/7924576437329626140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=7924576437329626140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/7924576437329626140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/7924576437329626140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/08/nervous-wreck.html' title='nervous wreck'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-4846833579859631635</id><published>2009-08-18T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tried counting sheep, but there's one i always miss.</title><content type='html'>Woah I did it. Whipped up a sports essay for Mrs G. It's not that good but I don't care, I can't afford to waste time on it anymore. Or keep stressing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok both of you know that I can minus two points from cca now. :D I love science chronicles! It saved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really embarrassing incident in amath tuition today, I mistook my classmate for his twin brother. I was like, "hey! I didn't know you came here." And the dude looked at me like &lt;i&gt;stunned tio&lt;/i&gt; like that. Wei Zong very kindly explained, "that's not yong chen." Then I was like "OMG Sorry." HAHA awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We nominated prom kings and queens today.. umm it's basically a beauty contest, and suanching was all "who has the best figure in our class?" Guess who won? Priscilla. Yup. Manly Pris from evps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health check was also today. The nurse helpfully directed me to a "healthy weight" brochure where they tell me stuff that I already know (don't drink soft drinks (i dont), don't eat fried foods (i dont), eat more fruits and vagetables (stuff myself with those)) and sent me on my way, ENLIGHTENED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired, and I keep getting headaches for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my passionate sports essay (ha.) I found it quite tricky to revert back to past tense after getting used to writing Dirt in present tense. xD p.s. WHAT tense change in the second last paragraph?? You must be confused by the sleep-deprived fog drifting around your eyes. Go sleep. NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jamie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Winter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the dead of winter, the time when even the birds refuse to sing, instead taking to huddling in barns for warmth. The entire track team, however, could be seen pounding the pavement at the ungodly hour of 6am, just after a fluffy layer of fresh snow had blanketed the world in white, before the sun came up and turned everything to slush. Coach would run ahead of us with his leaf blower on his back, blasting apart the offensive particles which threatened our footing, the cathedral grey of the sidewalk being revealed inch by inch as if a carpet were being rolled out before us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before one of these torturous morning runs, as we huddled below the bare-branched fig tree blowing on our gloved hands and complaining in whispers, Coach introduced Jamie to us for the first time. Initially we found him unremarkable, a stocky youth with fire hydrant-red hair and an unsmiling demeanor. As the captain of the team, I was assigned to run beside him. "You're dressed inappropriately," I warned him, as he did a little jig to keep warm, prompting a round of sniggers from the lads. While the rest of us were decked in three layers of clothing designed to wick moisture away from our bodies as well as preserve warmth, he looked as if he'd simply thrown on a sweatshirt and loose pants before slipping out of the house that morning, sparing no thought or care for the harsh cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He simply shrugged at me, Coach lent him a wool hat, and that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'd be lying if I said I didn't have to try to keep up, my usual position being at the back of the pack, all the better to keep an eye on my teammates as the Coach led us through the meandering streets of our sleepy town. Jamie sprinted straight to the front and kept himself there through sheer force of will, his pace never subsiding. If the Coach had stopped for one brief moment the two of them would have collided and we'd have a major leaf blower incident on our hands. Far from the loose, easy gait that I normally maintained, that day I panted like a dog, numb to the cold although each gust of icy air to my face felt like a physical assault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie waited silently at the fig tree, arms crossed over his chest. I bit down the frustration at having been out-performed by an amateur, unable to ignore the admiring look on Coach's face and the faint blue tinge of Jamie's lips. "You're in," I told him, every word dragged from my parched tongue. "But.. we have to work on your gait. It's uneven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Spring&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie trained with us throughout winter, and as he slashed his timings by halves, and then quarters, a tiny seed of resentment took root in my mind and began to grow. Coach had taken to holding private practices with him. The rest of us speculated that Coach was playing favorites, grooming him to be the star player on our team, our secret weapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it no secret that he was not welcome on our team, this outsider who had snuck in like a weed and entangled himself in our midst. We sabotaged him at every opportunity, dropped the baton before he could grip it, and never invited him to any of our after-training meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As winter melted into spring, as the first yellow daisy peeped through the dwindling snow, he quit the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach was furious. Never before had we heard him utter such a string of complete sentences, peppered with profanities, complete with the bitter undertones of disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I expected better of you boys." He said, his face blossoming a beet-root red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then that we learnt the truth. Jamie had been diagnosed with bone cancer when he was seven, resulting in his left leg being amputated to prevent the cancer from spreading. All these months, he had been running with a prosthetic leg. "And despite what you all may think, he didn't quit because of you. Jamie is not a quitter. The lad just wanted to be normal, and not have you boys ogling at his prosthetic limb all the time. During winter, he wore long pants, but spring poses new problems for him. Now pick your jaws off the floor and go and apologise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Late Spring&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd screamed in agony as I fumbled with the baton, taking a second to grip it firmly before taking off around the track. The other teams were already ahead of me by a few metres, having lost no time at all. I kept my head down, concentrating as my world shrank to encompass only the softly curving track and the figure ahead of me, already posed for my baton pass. Jamie was the last relay runner, our only hope for a placing in the finals. His prosthetic leg gleamed in the sunlight, no longer a thing of passive curiosity to us, now as familiar as the back of my hand. As I sprint up the track, legs pumping hard, I slow down just enough for Jamie to grab the baton. And he's off. I'm screaming with the crowd, egging him on, as he passes another and yet another runner. Victory is sweet, as our sweaty limbs clamber to hug each other, Jamie sitting raised on my shoulders, glorious trophy in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Jamie. We're all so proud of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-4846833579859631635?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4846833579859631635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=4846833579859631635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/4846833579859631635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/4846833579859631635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/08/tried-counting-sheep-but-there-one-i.html' title='tried counting sheep, but there&amp;#39;s one i always miss.'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-4273252943900091626</id><published>2009-08-17T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So after all that stuff last night, woke up with a headache minus two hours of sleep. Claimed back sleep in our last physics lesson before prelims, which is 1.5 hours. Chem was a waste of time. Only now is she sprouting useful chem notes which I've never heard of before. That was also our last lesson before prelims. Somehow I think she's given up on me. The times when she makes eye contact with me is always brief and I'm gazing at her with this blank look on my face and she doesn't say anything at all. Same with physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my essay deadline changed to this wednesday, and I have another chinese essay due wednesday too. I jumped through hoops so that wednesday could be free for me to study with Sya, because right now that's about the only thing I have to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon after school I would rather stick needles in my eyes than go home and be droned at by my father, so I went to hongwen's house and found out that no, they do not stock panadol. Couldn't concentrate on SS even though somehow hongy was able to, because this madman with a mullet was crashing it into my head repeatedly. Finally went home at 4+, so that my mom would be home and I wouldn't have to be alone with my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I snuck back online cos I couldn't sleep, and I complained to my uncle online and he was like.. "girl please.. he's your father..". I've never felt so utterly, utterly alone. So what, you expect me to suck it up for ten weeks? What if I die in those ten weeks? You have no idea what this is like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK. I CAN'T EVEN BLOG NORMALLY ANYMORE. IT'S BECOME SOME FESTERING PILE OF SHIT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-4273252943900091626?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4273252943900091626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=4273252943900091626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/4273252943900091626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/4273252943900091626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-after-all-that-stuff-last-night-woke.html' title=''/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-679604935135639537</id><published>2009-08-16T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chubi!</title><content type='html'>Not to put too fine a point on it, but today sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I did with my restless energy: stoned on the computer and blog-hopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to walk home after tuition to get rid of some of it but since yesterday's fiasco my parents want to know where I am at whatever time so I called home to ask if I could walk home. It was about 6.30pm and their reasons for not letting me go were: 1. it's too dark 2. mom already cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell I'm pissed. I think later I'll go punch my pillow again and again or stalk around the house snape-ishly. I guess the only remotely good thing about today is I finally got my bday pics, exactly 60 days after my birthday. Met up with&lt;strong&gt; Pat&lt;/strong&gt; at 7-11, she'd just had a fight with her mom and from what she told me it sounded pretty serious. Yikes. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prelims start on thursday with hcl and eng paper ones. I think I'll have to step it up if I'm gonna achieve anything (IN LIFE).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, step up 2 is showing on some random movie channel which I don't have! GAHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-679604935135639537?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/679604935135639537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=679604935135639537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/679604935135639537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/679604935135639537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/08/chubi.html' title='chubi!'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-9182068600289922340</id><published>2009-08-15T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dark brown tank top</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;BUT IT'S JUST ANOTHER PRETTY LIE.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the market with my mom this morning, acting as her trolley cart once again. Carried back tons of vegetables. Then went for &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Mr Ng's tuition&lt;/span&gt;, in which I actually finished a whole kinematics worksheet. It was pretty enlightening. &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sya&lt;/span&gt; spotted me and called me and laughed like crazy then we waved at each other which reminded me of the scene in &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Liar Liar&lt;/span&gt; where Jim Carrey is in a moving staircase thingy chasing the plane that's about to take off with his (ex)wife and son in it, and he shows up like right outside their window, and the plane's moving and the son's like, "what's daddy doing out there?" and the mom goes, in  a daze, "he's come to send us off. wave." And they wave at him. Most hilarious scene ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied at the airport yesterday for the first time with &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Zb&lt;/span&gt;. HAHHA. Giant chocolate bars and nuggets dipped in hot fudge sundaes, noisy children and compasses! :D Had great fun. DUN. Felt accomplished too, since I finished one whole chem paper (they had answers and explanations at the bottom of every question. yeah. whatever!) and a few amath questions. I must get over my phobia of trig. Dx and chem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yknow what I am the sway-est person ever. My parents called when I was on the skytrain and just nice they heard 'you have now arrived at terminal 3'. They didn't know I was at the airport so they totally freaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm wasting time though. All this restless energy. !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine, fine, revise your bio." HAHHHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-9182068600289922340?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/9182068600289922340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=9182068600289922340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/9182068600289922340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/9182068600289922340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/08/dark-brown-tank-top.html' title='dark brown tank top'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-1994925560093511743</id><published>2009-08-14T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i went to the market today and all i got was</title><content type='html'>thirty eggs and two cartons of milk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirty eggs and twoooo cartons of meeeelk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-1994925560093511743?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/1994925560093511743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=1994925560093511743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/1994925560093511743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/1994925560093511743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-went-to-market-today-and-all-i-got.html' title='i went to the market today and all i got was'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-4896837537660922683</id><published>2009-08-14T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Term reports..</title><content type='html'>are utter flukes. I'm gonna sink in prelims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l1r5 = 8 (??? :/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed up for &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;reading club&lt;/span&gt; at tampines north cc! This means I get to use their study room whenever I want and it's open from 9.30am to 9.30pm! :D Sya, sign up leh! It's only $7/month and you get aircon and a desk and chair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I went to check out new earphones for my phone and sadly they are all &lt;i&gt;black&lt;/i&gt;. I've decided that I want a creative mp3 player 2gb white that's selling for $78, and vibrant earphones. Oh, and this white headset that comes with a microphone for my com, because the ones I have are really old and fuzzy and itchy. But those can wait (even though they're only about $20). So I'm saving up starting now (hmm I'm starting to see why people have jobs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of curiosity I checked out my 8gb thumbdrive and it costs a freaking $36. OMG. My uncle spent that much on my xmas present?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH THE MOST AMAZING THING&lt;/strong&gt;. This family friend passed my mom an envelope to pass to me and inside there was a card and $100 cash. I was mightily shocked. The card was awfully sweet and everything, wishing me luck for prelims. And it said that the cash was for me to buy nice food to ensure my well-being for olevels. Haha. Who wants to eat at Swensens? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to contact Sya today, but to no avail. And some unknown person called my phone. Mysterious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took this quiz, and found it pretty accurate. Except for a few parts (obvious ones). Link: &lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you meet that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not like to study but you have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-4896837537660922683?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4896837537660922683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=4896837537660922683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/4896837537660922683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/4896837537660922683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/08/term-reports.html' title='Term reports..'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-4802030567340494473</id><published>2009-08-13T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21 guns</title><content type='html'>I find &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;21 guns&lt;/span&gt; inspiring. xD I dunno if it's supposed to be. I LOVE the mv. It's so simple, just two people kissing, but it's kinda cool at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the last time I blogged. Gonna check now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, life has been quite&lt;strong&gt; insane&lt;/strong&gt;. I got back several tests. A1 for all except chinese, which I PASSED so YAY. I is happy. Teachers are as usual spamming exam papers. Life goes on, oh bla di oh bla da... :D BLAHH. Today was pretty cool actually. I ate lunch with &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;jose &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;janus&lt;/span&gt; and janus invited me to study with him in the church counselling centre! The chairs are super comfy because we studied in this conference room with AIRCON (eh sya? xD). There were two other girls there and when janus introduced me they were like, "yeah, we know who she is. her english is damn good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*waves hand around airily* Just another day of being jac. xD HAHA NO it still freaks me out! But whatever. They're quite friendly. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through janus got bored and brought out this game of '&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Taboo&lt;/span&gt;'. HEEHEE. We were like doing work then we would randomly shout out answers. Damn funny. After that I went for tennis, my face got all red, and then walked home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to study with &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sya &lt;/span&gt;at macs on monday! They have awesome chicken nuggets but it's really noisy there. Spent like $50+ on assessment books. Yesterday I spent close to $100 on somemore assessment books, courtesy of my dad. Siiigh. When my mom saw them she was like "those are the only books you can read right now, &lt;strong&gt;no more storybooks&lt;/strong&gt;." Not in a joking manner, but dead serious. And you know I hate it when people make presumptuous assumptions and tell me what to do. It annoys me too when she refers to them as storybooks... it sounds so juvenile somehow. I'm being petty. I shall stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zb's coming on at 9ish! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-edit-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice sleep in chinese lesson today, because &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;czh&lt;/span&gt; (that's my chinese teacher) wasn't doing anything productive. HAHA then when I woke up he was giving out papers huffily, then when he crossed my row he was saying, "people sleeping, people talking, people doing non-chinese things.." LMAO. &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Wei en&lt;/span&gt; who sits in front of me passed me my paper and said, "Good morning." HAHAHAHHA. I love that feeling of just waking up, and feeling so refreshed. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-4802030567340494473?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4802030567340494473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=4802030567340494473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/4802030567340494473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/4802030567340494473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/08/21-guns.html' title='21 guns'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-8488324619302349954</id><published>2009-08-09T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pat doesnt know what ayc stands for. XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RARR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sj has asked me three times over the past few weeks to watch hp with him, and I've told him that my parents won't allow (which is true). And he's been getting more and more desperate because everyone else has watched. So last night he asked me again and this time there's a tagline attached to it 'WATCH WITH ME PLEASE" tagline: "because I really cannot find anyone else to watch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What he means is that everyone else he knows has watched it already, and I'm the only person he knows who hasn't. It was really starting to get on my nerves because everytime he asked me I had to explain why I couldn't and then he'd say something like "h1n1? you can even get that on the mrt!" Daaah. I went offline yesterday to avoid talking to him. Now he's insisting that we watch on wednesday. And that I do that behind my parents' back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, he smsed me. "hey jac, i reli wish u can watch harry potter wif me on wed &lt;strong&gt;cos i cant find anyone else&lt;/strong&gt;." I've already told him to watch by himself, but he said only loners do that (something i totally don't agree with, but whatever.) So I suddenly had this brilliant plan! "why don't you ask your crush out on a date? I'm sure he/she won't say no."&lt;br /&gt;sj: "she already watch le."&lt;br /&gt;jac: "yeah but she hasn't watched it with YOU. it's different."&lt;br /&gt;sj: "jac can you pls stop rubbing it in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I was being bitchy. What I meant was that even if his crush had watched it, if she really liked him that she wouldn't mind watching it again with him, especially cos he's gonna treat her. But I just ignored him after that last sms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that he'll just forget about it. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-8488324619302349954?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/8488324619302349954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=8488324619302349954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/8488324619302349954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/8488324619302349954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/08/pat-doesnt-know-what-ayc-stands-for-xd.html' title='pat doesnt know what ayc stands for. XD'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-6293826742800947937</id><published>2009-08-09T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you're fading.. .</title><content type='html'>Howdy! I'm really disappointed right now because I was supposed to have tennis at 7 today but &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Vik &lt;/span&gt;cancelled it because she wants to watch ndp. Buuuut I'll get over it. :D I went for mr ng's tuition today, stupid me, only to find it CLOSED when I got there. This has happened twice already. I watched runaway bride just now starring &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;richard gere&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;julia roberts&lt;/span&gt; and I've forgotten how much I love the movie. Siiigh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy National Day&lt;/strong&gt;, you singaporeans! I'll be watching spore idol later! NOT THE PARADE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-6293826742800947937?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6293826742800947937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=6293826742800947937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/6293826742800947937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/6293826742800947937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-fading.html' title='you&amp;#39;re fading.. .'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-772751558800997960</id><published>2009-08-07T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>red red red</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;And I'm alright&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the streetlights here&lt;br /&gt;Is this meant for me&lt;br /&gt;My time on the outside is over&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see me today or tomorrow, I'll be wearing &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;. ^^ STAAARE. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday everyone was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mad&lt;/span&gt; at my chinese teacher cos he refused to cancel extra chinese lesson, even though every other sec 4 class had their extra lessons cancelled. He was going to make us write a compo during the extra chinese lesson. I slammed my fist down on the table and exclaimed, "I'm &lt;strong&gt;ponning&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately four or five people joined in as well, including the ncc guys, jeremie, etc. &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Wei en&lt;/span&gt; told me I'm like the "chieftan" or whatever. xD AHHA so filled with self-righteousness and that little bit of adrenaline, I packed my bag and stomped to bedok library the minute the bell rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I found out the extra lesson was cancelled anyway. =/ Talk about anti-climatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I borrowed one book from the library then chionged for &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;tennis&lt;/span&gt;. Vik my tennis partner was sick so I had to face the coach all by myself. It was.. tiring. I felt like I'd run 5km, and I really need to work on my stamina. Yeeesh. But at the same time, I kept smiling like a lunatic and lunging for the ball. My coach called me 'wild'. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad thing is, I think I overheated my brain or something because when I got back home I got a really massive headache and vomitted a few times. =( That was awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was better! I wore this red '&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Amsterdam&lt;/span&gt;' tee which is totally cool and went to school. Blah boring ceremony blah (the choir did a really nice acapella rendition of 'home' though) and blah tree-planting blaaaaah and school ended at 10ish. &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Hongy&lt;/span&gt; and I headed to tampines one to walk around and shop, cos I was supposed to have lunch with my dad at 11am (&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AT SWENSENS&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran into &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Cindy&lt;/span&gt; on the way there (hongy's cca friend) and since we had time to kill, we sat at the basement of T1, sipped jollibean soya bean and listened as Cindy told us about her boy troubles. She's hilarious. :) But now I'm scared of what people will sacrifice just to be with someone else. And just how much of the other person's flaws they can overlook. AND HOW FRIGGIN MUCH THE &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;PHONE BILL&lt;/span&gt; INEVITABLY IS. xD &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When my phone bill exceeds $30, then you know I'm in love. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, my dad was late, as usual. I said meet at 11am, he ended up reaching around 12pm. When we went to swensens, it had this incredible long queue all the way to india. &lt;strong&gt;INSANE&lt;/strong&gt;. So my dad was like, "*whistle* let's go eat at the food court!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I guess it wasn't meant to be. Swensens will be saved for another day. And needless to say, I don't really want to go there for the first time with my &lt;i&gt;dad&lt;/i&gt;, 'cos he always manages to turn every outing into a complete fiasco. Or one extremely long drama series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home late, went for tuition late, came home late. I'm here now, high on &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yakult&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and typing this. :) &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(because everyone needs some violent orange)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, I don't think my hair's growing out very well. It looks like crap when I tie it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;his facebook status is single. .. AHHHHHHHH :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, i've decided i'm not against taking pics anymore. pics are good to capture memories. so, uhh.. i don't mind taking pics! even if i look stupid! HAHHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-772751558800997960?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/772751558800997960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=772751558800997960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/772751558800997960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/772751558800997960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/08/red-red-red.html' title='red red red'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-1089321998724536087</id><published>2009-08-05T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ROCK. ROCK. ROCK.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;She works at hot topic&lt;br /&gt;His heart microscopic&lt;br /&gt;She thinks that it's love but to him it's sex&lt;br /&gt;He listens to emo but fat mike's his hero&lt;br /&gt;His bank account's zero&lt;br /&gt;What comes next?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had school as usual--back to school from yesterday's one day holiday (which was nothing much really, I got the flu that's all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Same song different chorus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOST MY &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;MARSHMALLOW&lt;/span&gt; LIPGLOSS. I feel lost without it. Dx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's stupid, contagious&lt;br /&gt;To be broke and famous&lt;br /&gt;Can someone please save us from punk rock 101&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My com is annoying me with how it's refusing to recognise my phone as a usb device. I finally took a pic in which I am smiling, because I am very very happy right now. :D HAHA this paragraph doesn't gel with the ones above, but nevermind, who are you to question &lt;strong&gt;the way of the jac&lt;/strong&gt;? HAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My Dickies, your sweat bands&lt;br /&gt;My spiked hair, your new Vans&lt;br /&gt;Let's throw up our rock hands for punk rock 101&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways, &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Mrs G&lt;/span&gt; passed back our &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;compre mock exam papers&lt;/span&gt;. Nyehh I got 37/50 which is okay-ish but Mrs G was like "You can do better, jac! This is not a difficult paper!" HHAHA precisely it was too easy so I didn't really put much effort into it. On the way back to class Sean was saying "if mrs g minus ten marks from everyone then everyone will fail." Jeremie was like, "yeah, fail TERRIBLY." then I said, "I won't." Then Sean gave me the 'hmph' look. xD Ok I know, I was asking for it. But I was but merely stating a fact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;She bought him a skateboard, a rail slide, his knee tore&lt;br /&gt;He traded it for drums at the local pawn shop&lt;br /&gt;She left him for staring at girls and not caring&lt;br /&gt;When she cried because she thought Bon Jovi broke up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school we had this &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;stooopid&lt;/span&gt; bio mock exam which was all mcq and it's 60 qns and 1.5hrs and I finished it in like 0.5hr and I completely didn't study because I was having the flu. HMMM I wonder what kinda results I'll get? Midway I ate a butterscotch sweet because I didn't want to fall asleep halfway (hehehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Same song second chorus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chionged home after school, worked my leg muscles like crazy then went home and showered. Suddenly remembered I was supposed to condition my hair today but then I skipped that to meet &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and we went to SAFRA's &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;bowling alley&lt;/span&gt; to study. We saw all the temasek jc people bowling and they have people who cheer them and everything HAHA. And some guys played snooker until the ball dropped onto the floor I have no idea how that happened. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seven years later he works as a waiter&lt;br /&gt;She married a trucker and he's never there&lt;br /&gt;The story never changes, just the names and faces&lt;br /&gt;Like Tommy and Gina they're living on a prayer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;DID YOU JUST SAY THAT?&lt;/i&gt; XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left, we tried out the soft toy machine and I spent $3 in less than five minutes woooots. Plus I have nothing to show for it. Except this &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt; AHAHAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow will be another day at school except I have tennis after which I am looking forward to YAY. I'm gonna condition my hair nooow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't forget to delay LAY LAY LAY LAY...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;on the very last word&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/i&gt; LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punk ROCK 101 by Bowling For Soup! ALWAYS MAKES ME SMILE. :D GO LISTEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last words: Jose sprained his hand! Dx he can't shade the OAS. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-1089321998724536087?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/1089321998724536087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=1089321998724536087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/1089321998724536087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/1089321998724536087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/08/rock-rock-rock.html' title='ROCK. ROCK. ROCK.'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-557598466225097768</id><published>2009-08-03T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what are you, mexican? xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;No.1&lt;/span&gt; thing that happened to me today: laughing with a stranger. I laughed til I cried, again. Gah so embarrassing. The guys were like, "wah! siao already."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Carol came over with Aaron her little kid. I am very very scared of children. *shudder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dwnloaded &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;frostwire&lt;/span&gt; too! Got a bunch of really lovely songs. Thanks Sya for the recommendation. I wanna get an mp3 player but I'm not sure where to get one. I asked jem, but he was too confusing. So do you guys know where to get one? My budget is like $100 (jem says that's too little, but he's pompous so i don't believe him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K thx bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-557598466225097768?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/557598466225097768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=557598466225097768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/557598466225097768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/557598466225097768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-are-you-mexican-xd.html' title='what are you, mexican? xD'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-4784427533153924903</id><published>2009-08-01T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>learn to be lonely. phantom of the opera.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;child of the wilderness&lt;br /&gt;born into emptiness&lt;br /&gt;learn to be lonely&lt;br /&gt;learn to find your way in the darkness&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's really turned out quite the way I wanted it to. Did you imagine four years ago that it would end up like this? What happened to the girl who was so eager to move on, to get a life, and who'd dreamed up this whole perfect world that she would get in secondary school? And after that, and after that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fool.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;so laugh in your loneliness&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-4784427533153924903?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4784427533153924903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=4784427533153924903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/4784427533153924903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/4784427533153924903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/08/learn-to-be-lonely-phantom-of-opera.html' title='learn to be lonely. phantom of the opera.'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-6673980181557989278</id><published>2009-08-01T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mix and match 4j guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="mix and match 4j guys by jiggityjac, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/40921671@N05/3777262673/"&gt;&lt;img height="372" alt="mix and match 4j guys" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3566/3777262673_e3e098e1c1.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;bizarre&lt;/span&gt;. TO THE MAX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I escorted a little girl to the toilet twice, first to wash her hands, the other to pee. Two little girls entertained me at first, and then annoyed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(stupid facebook, stupid jeremie.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The thing about little kids is that they can't take a hint. Even if you explode at them they'll probably just point and laugh. And these two girls weren't being annoying on purpose, I suppose. But gah, I really wanted to hit them, they were being sooooooo annoyeeeeng. (sya knows what i'm talking about) It was a nightmare, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was much nicer at &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sya&lt;/span&gt;'s house. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well that was my day, and &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;jem&lt;/span&gt; just tagged my photo on facebook. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dad bought a yoga mat for me! Is that not the most awesome thing you ever saw? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;things aren't so different at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I went to JB and all I bought was this bunch of bananas."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-6673980181557989278?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6673980181557989278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=6673980181557989278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/6673980181557989278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/6673980181557989278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/08/mix-and-match-4j-guys.html' title='mix and match 4j guys'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3566/3777262673_e3e098e1c1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-3313793693756763378</id><published>2009-07-31T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>harry's first birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="hp (color) by jiggityjac, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/40921671@N05/3774508509/"&gt;&lt;img height="411" alt="hp (color)" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3491/3774508509_5474985f53.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Harry!&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was pretty &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;tiring&lt;/span&gt;. Had school as usual, and then chem test during class. Ms Chan told us at the last minute that it was open book (like, as she was giving out the papers). I hadn't brought my chem book. -.- But nvm, she might as well have given me the answers LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got home in about half an hour! So happy :D &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Bless &lt;/span&gt;bus 31! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then went for tuition upstairs. I wore a dark blue shirt, then my teacher said, "are you wearing dark blue? that means i won."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me: "won what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She explained that last night some guys were like "where's jac?" since I usually come on thursday nights and then she told them that I was coming tomorrow. Then they bet with her that I would wear black when I came (since I am known as 'black shirt girl') and if they lost, they would have to write &lt;strong&gt;three&lt;/strong&gt; chinese compos on monday. MUHAHAHAHAH. THEY LOST. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sya &lt;/span&gt;bailed on me for the library after that, citing exhaustion (I'm not surprised!).. but I went to the lib anyway, since I really seriously needed to go through some stuff. Ah, the library. Quiet and (really) cold and just me and the voice in my ear (radio). :) At around 8ish I went for dinner with my dad, and then came back and convinced him to help pay my library fine. So now I can borrow books again, hurrah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;zb&lt;/span&gt; appeared in his vs uniform and we went home together. :)) (saw weird things!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SYA I WANT TO SEE YOUR &lt;strong&gt;HOGWARTS UNIFORM&lt;/strong&gt;. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-3313793693756763378?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/3313793693756763378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=3313793693756763378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/3313793693756763378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/3313793693756763378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-first-birthday.html' title='harry&amp;#39;s first birthday'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3491/3774508509_5474985f53_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-4909889101400212701</id><published>2009-07-30T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>turtle pond</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SnGm-sZ834I/AAAAAAAAAf8/4UD088LmQJo/s1600-h/relaxing+pic+of+turtle+pond.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364252227177078658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SnGm-sZ834I/AAAAAAAAAf8/4UD088LmQJo/s400/relaxing+pic+of+turtle+pond.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This pond is right smack in the middle of hdb flats and I pass by it on my way to school. It has cute turtles and it always always has a relaxing breeze blowing about. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't tell, but&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; facebook&lt;/span&gt; is giving me the creeps. I'm gonna bail on it soon, or ignore it completely, whichever. Plus it floods my inbox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was pretty gloomy. The only good thing was that I got &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;full marks&lt;/span&gt; for my amath kinematics test. :D And the bad things were that: 1. i couldn't do this 'simple' emath vector question 2. i've somehow missed out on getting a great group of friends in sec school 3. i played tennis suckily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Briyani rice&lt;/span&gt; is da bomb and I cannot lie :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sya&lt;/span&gt;, dinner this sat? I can't wait for the week to end. TGIF tomorrow! I'm gonna put up something I drew.. been drawing a bunch of stuff during class. Those will probably be better than photographs because right now I have no nice photos. Look at the photo in my sidebar--I'm not smiling 'cos I have green stuff in my teeth, which you can't see because that's the point, gettit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dad just told me that he's gonna remove internet access from my com if I don't stop spending so much time on it. So if I disappear, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gah. It sucks not having friends in school. It sucks that we're all in different schools. It sucks that we only keep in touch through the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He calls it a reality check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He made me cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-4909889101400212701?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4909889101400212701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=4909889101400212701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/4909889101400212701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/4909889101400212701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/07/turtle-pond.html' title='turtle pond'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SnGm-sZ834I/AAAAAAAAAf8/4UD088LmQJo/s72-c/relaxing+pic+of+turtle+pond.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-2283355612971526797</id><published>2009-07-29T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T05:28:17.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SnBAUzmbB9I/AAAAAAAAAfk/5mndpgPtL_A/s1600-h/check+back+in+dec.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363857882391185362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SnBAUzmbB9I/AAAAAAAAAfk/5mndpgPtL_A/s400/check+back+in+dec.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/3372030475433554893-2283355612971526797?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/2283355612971526797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=2283355612971526797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/2283355612971526797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/2283355612971526797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SnBAUzmbB9I/AAAAAAAAAfk/5mndpgPtL_A/s72-c/check+back+in+dec.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-5024303291880479537</id><published>2009-07-29T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>barnacle! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SnAy5YJ0JpI/AAAAAAAAAfI/9fAu4HMxijs/s1600-h/barnacle+with+frame.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363843117515810450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SnAy5YJ0JpI/AAAAAAAAAfI/9fAu4HMxijs/s400/barnacle+with+frame.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I've officially taken my blog off the blogosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yesterday was the last straw when my uncle demanded that I take down some of my posts because he didn't agree with them. I told him "it's my blog, i can write whatever i want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And he said, "girl, it's very rude."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;*MEGA eye roll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Oh, and to commemorate this day, I'm gonna start posting pics. Was inspired today by jem bringing his camera to school. Unfortunately my phone is only 2 megapixels (yes zb, your phone pwns). HAHHA. I hope to get my hands on the dslr during the weekends or something. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm gonna camwhore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Barnacle would approve. xD&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/3372030475433554893-5024303291880479537?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5024303291880479537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=5024303291880479537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/5024303291880479537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/5024303291880479537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/07/barnacle-d.html' title='barnacle! :D'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SnAy5YJ0JpI/AAAAAAAAAfI/9fAu4HMxijs/s72-c/barnacle+with+frame.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-8898070448260159712</id><published>2009-07-28T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:34.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;i wish i wish i wish&lt;br /&gt;that i could go back&lt;br /&gt;pick apart the threads&lt;br /&gt;and start over again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-8898070448260159712?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/8898070448260159712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=8898070448260159712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/8898070448260159712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/8898070448260159712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wish-i-wish-i-wish-that-i-could-go.html' title=''/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-5448151147797480358</id><published>2009-07-27T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderboy, won't you take me far away from the mucky-muck now?</title><content type='html'>The library is after me. What would a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;thug&lt;/span&gt; librarian look like, I wonder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;SYAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;. RETURN LAH. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; dad&lt;/span&gt; wrote this on the whiteboard (yesss we have a whiteboard, hahaha don't ask me why): "JAC when r u going 2 return ur lib books!! 2 weeks overdue!!" I found it hilarious xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;hongy&lt;/span&gt; told me that you can't pay fines using the new ezlink card (and all borrowing privileges are revoked dammit!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of ezlink cards, they're used to track you, people! Your parents can hire a PI and they'll know exactly where you went and when!! I refer to yesterday's New Paper, pg 2! &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Mr Ng&lt;/span&gt; was telling us about it in his usual dramatic way. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the new paper, yesterday while I was having lunch this huuuge &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fire engine&lt;/span&gt; turned into my block there. Apparently some maid was threatening to throw a baby down from a window. As usual, kpo singaporeans all gathered at the bottom. I think it might be in the new paper today. Don't worry, I'm sure the baby's safe now. And he/she will be telling his/her grandchildren about the day the maid threatened to throw him/her out the window. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty blaaah. &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Yohana&lt;/span&gt; told me that she's lost 6kg. WHOOO. Groupwork with &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;alvin&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; xinwei&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;wei en&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;i&gt;uhhhh&lt;/i&gt;. Physics.. rawrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yohana's diet plan&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast: fruits.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch: Half-plate protein, quarter-plate veg, quarter-plate rice/carbs.&lt;br /&gt;Snack: fruits.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner: Half-plate veg, quarter-plate rice, quarter-plate AIR (yep, leave it blank people)&lt;br /&gt;After-dinner snack (optional): fruits.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and you're supposed to exercise at least twice a week, 30mins non-stop each time (or more, if you want).&lt;br /&gt;She lost 6kg in one month, so that's pretty freakin amazing. Go Yohana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told hongy about it, and she asked "are you gonna go on it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, because I'm &lt;strong&gt;fat&lt;/strong&gt;. This diet will change my &lt;strong&gt;life&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-5448151147797480358?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5448151147797480358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=5448151147797480358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/5448151147797480358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/5448151147797480358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/07/wonderboy-won-you-take-me-far-away-from.html' title='Wonderboy, won&amp;#39;t you take me far away from the mucky-muck now?'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-5233226599250633919</id><published>2009-07-25T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't hang up</title><content type='html'>Okay so I &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; study the whole day today. I went to OG at Bugis with my mom and her friend, bought some clothes and a v.photogenic &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;orange container&lt;/span&gt; (which i loveee). And then ate some really delicious beef kuay teow at Lavender. Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that came home and had another 'session' with my dad, just one hour this time (but uh, long enough thanks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sya&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;6ish &lt;/span&gt;to go to the library. We scissors-paper-stoned and bought &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;waffles&lt;/span&gt;! And rotated. xDD And discussed racial harmony. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were in the library we saw these &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;two little kids&lt;/span&gt; doing something very "um WHAT" to each other. HAHAHA. And then they started chasing each other. And one of them was holding a frisbee which he brandished at his attacker. "There you are!" xD At one point, the kid took off his slippers and ran barefoot around the library and tried to use his slippers to hit the other kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they'd gone Sya decided to copy him since she was wearing slippers as well. She took off her slippers, made sure no one was watching, then ran toward me waving her slippers around. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. And then a guy walked past! But he didn't see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I laughed so hard. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s. JAC and SYA's .. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-edit-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh yeah &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I RETRACT my sentence&lt;/span&gt;! Not all boys suck! HAHA. Specifically &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Jose&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And Zb, click &lt;a href="http://entertainment.sg.msn.com/features/article.aspx?cp-documentid=3472481"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEACE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-5233226599250633919?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5233226599250633919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=5233226599250633919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/5233226599250633919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/5233226599250633919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/07/don-hang-up.html' title='don&amp;#39;t hang up'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-4846962565073642643</id><published>2009-07-24T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been a while since the two of us talked</title><content type='html'>Out of my mind bored right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're such a poet&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be Wesley Willis&lt;br /&gt;My words would flow like honey&lt;br /&gt;Sweet and laid on thick&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet day today, excitement in the form of &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;history test&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not sure if it's the same one that everyone else took, at first jeremie didn't want to tell me the topic cos he's a bloody GOODY-TWO-SHOES. And a STUDYING-MACHINE xDD But then I asked jiahao and he told me so then jeremie spilled also. HAHAHA. Not that it helped much. I think mr yeow's notes helped me more. I was alternating between scribbling history and scribbling trig during amath. Mr hamdan came round to my table and I was like "i've done it!" (meaning the qn on the board) and he was like "i know.. that's fast." but I'm not sure if he believed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're so edgy&lt;br /&gt;You don't even need a rhyming dictionary&lt;br /&gt;I wipe my hands on your jeans&lt;br /&gt;Cause they are more distressed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funniest thing &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt;. I was talking to jeremie during recess then we somehow got to the topic of what would happen if everyone was like him. I meant "studying machine" but he took it as "being fat" (prob cos jose and the ncc guys are always ragging him out about it--guys, you're mean! &gt;=/) and then he told me that if everyone in asia were like him then the earth would spin toward the sun cos of the extra weight and we would all die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "WHAT!" and then he went on to explain that he watched this episode of fairly odd parents and the guy wished for "i dont want breakfast, i dont want lunch, i dont want dinner, &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i just want dessert&lt;/span&gt;!" (i was laughing like mad at this point cos jammie actually made his voice go all high and sing songy) and then after the sugar rush everyone got fat and the teacher was teaching them in class about this phenomenon and said that the earth would hurtle towards the sun because of all the extra weight. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So they say you've got OCD&lt;br /&gt;And they claim you can barely read&lt;br /&gt;But you say don't bother me with all of your reality&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During recess 2G people gathered outside our classroom and sang happy birthday to mr hamdan and gave him &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;green tea&lt;/span&gt; bottles. xD So weird to think that our classroom is the place where all that happens. But cool lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But it could be so simple&lt;br /&gt;(you were thinking)&lt;br /&gt;Life should be that simple&lt;br /&gt;(who would have thought it)&lt;br /&gt;I wish it were just so simple&lt;br /&gt;(don't know what you were thinking)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After history test I ate an apple in the toilet and waved at wei zong in the lib through the glass with hongwen. If that made sense. (i guess you had to be there) Then went home, went for tuition and the best thing ever--&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;pineapple tarts&lt;/span&gt;! FOUR of them like zomg. I was like "nooo i dont want" then the girl opposite me was like "i dont want either" then my teacher gave me a lecture about wasting food then I said ok lor. I mean.. &lt;i&gt;if you insist&lt;/i&gt;, right? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So what, you're a genius&lt;br /&gt;But you've got a lot to learn&lt;br /&gt;Like the time you lost your apartment&lt;br /&gt;Cause you bought too much Vuitton&lt;br /&gt;You park in a loading zone&lt;br /&gt;You sleep with the lights all on&lt;br /&gt;You cross your i's and dot your t's&lt;br /&gt;All it goes to show&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tuition went&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; running&lt;/span&gt; with hongy, took it easyy.. =) totally loveee running, when else can you get that high (legally)?? Wah I was like some coach like that, egging hongy on. Dude I don't mind but when it comes down to it it's like you gotta motivate yourself? I'll say "you can do it" but if your mind thinks "no i cant" then I ask you who is the higher authority here? Who will you listen to hmm? And dont bring a water bottle, it weighs you down! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha zb went offline on me again. You don't know how rare this is. Or used to be. We're talking about someone who sleeps at 1ish, 2ish usually.. and now he's gone before 11pm. =/ I dont see sya online anymooore whyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We could talk all day&lt;br /&gt;About your eccentricities&lt;br /&gt;What I mean to say&lt;br /&gt;Oh, is that I need you listen please&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was fab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;why am I bored&lt;/span&gt;, hmmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll take zb's advice and go sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i was supposed to write today but i'll give it a miss, got an idea today and totally screwed up my plans for chpt 8 (but in a good way). til next friday, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But the point's been missed&lt;br /&gt;You've made a mess&lt;br /&gt;Who would have guessed&lt;br /&gt;That it's as simple as it seems&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm not compromising myself if that's what you're thinking. I know I've changed alot in a few days but that's none of your biz anyway. So don't look at me like that. Punk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-4846962565073642643?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4846962565073642643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=4846962565073642643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/4846962565073642643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/4846962565073642643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-been-while-since-two-of-us-talked.html' title='it&amp;#39;s been a while since the two of us talked'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-7840811413596424771</id><published>2009-07-23T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>but it's empty</title><content type='html'>Nothing much going on these days with me, except in class. Another drama thing today during recess. This SC followed yirong into our class because he bought &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;vitasoy&lt;/span&gt; for xinwei who was too lazy to get his ass down to the canteen. I laughed like hell. xD That SC was my infocomm junior, marilyn. She rocks! She marched straight into a sec 4 class and stood besides xinwei's desk until he finished drinking the whole thing. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and since our classroom is on the second floor you can see people coming up from the canteen.. and some of them were sneaking food up. Then &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Pris &lt;/span&gt;yelled at them from the classroom: "OI! No sneaking food up!" LMAO. Damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one point when the whole class turned to look out the window. xD Hahaha. Sometimes I really love 4j.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that made my day yesterday. &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Wei en&lt;/span&gt; posted this essay on his blog about his great-grandmother, and it's absolutely beautiful. I would copy and paste, but I'm not sure if he'd like that. Anyway, I hope he won't mind just one paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At this age, she already saw all she could, experience all that the emotions that ever existed, and tomorrow is most likely to be as uneventful as yesterday. She thought of her children one by one, every one of them grandparents. She recalled the days that she would still have to wake them up in the morning and see them off to school. She remembered how she would give up her share of food during the Japanese Occupation, just so that her five children could have that little bit more to eat. At this point, a nostalgia feeling surfaced in her. How she longed to be able to do all that once again…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;things will be different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-edit-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K I've gotten permission from the man himself! I love this 'cos it's really quiet and yet full of emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;An Old Lady's Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock struck seven. There was no alarm. There wasn’t a need for one. Like clockwork, the old lady came to life. She slowly opened her eyes, Next, she calmly worked all her fingers and toes, from left to right then right to left, to ensure that she still has control over her body. Satisfied, she carefully picked herself up from the bed. With a smile, the old lady gently folded her blanket and went about her usual morning routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is eight o’clock, time for the old lady to have her breakfast at the nearby coffee shop. As she stood at the lift lobby awaiting the lift, she noticed her reflection on the glass panels of the lift doors. She was dressed in her everyday grayish-purple floral patterned Chinese-collared shirt and similarly designed pants. In fact, she has a whole wardrobe of such attire. However, this is her special one, that she only wore on important occasions like Chinese New Year and her birthday, because this set is the least faded of them all. Today is a special day too; she even looked into the mirror twice to adjust her clothing. When the old lady stepped into the lift, she felt a familiar yet unfamiliar sensation spread through her aged bones. It felt like a tinge of excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today for breakfast, she decided to have something that she yearned for so long that she almost forgot about. The Chinese ‘fried kway teow’ Years of suffering from high blood pressure and cholesterol have robbed her of such enjoyments. Not today, she thought. Today is a special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sipping down the last bit of her drink, she felt more than contented. With renewed strength, the old lady slowly made her way towards home. Yet she didn’t board the lift of her HDB block, she boarded the one opposite hers, which was higher by six-storey. For one second, she thought she was muddle-headed, just as her children said she would be. But no, she was not. The old lady was very clear of what she was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the lift started to move upward, her mind wandered back to her monthly visit to the clinic just 2 days ago. She could still vividly recall her conversation with her doctor, and leaving the clinic with yet another big bag of medication. Now that she thought of it, she felt that she shouldn’t have bought them. They cost a bomb, and they don’t really do much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elevator reached its destination and the old lady began to walk down the corridor of the 18-storey. As she walked, the old lady started to replay the reasoning that she pondered over so many times the past few days. At her age, she couldn’t do much, couldn’t help much, but yet cause quite a fair bit of trouble, for her children. At this age, she already saw all she could, experience all that the emotions that ever existed, and tomorrow is most likely to be as uneventful as yesterday. She thought of her children one by one, every one of them grandparents. She recalled the days that she would still have to wake them up in the morning and see them off to school. She remembered how she would give up her share of food during the Japanese Occupation, just so that her five children could have that little bit more to eat. At this point, a nostalgia feeling surfaced in her. How she longed to be able to do all that once again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing on a chair that the corridor of the 18-storey, without a least bit of hesitation, the old lady made her finally act of her love for her children. She jumped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she fell, 94 years of her life flashed through her mind, like a book that she wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;fin&lt;/i&gt;&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/3372030475433554893-7840811413596424771?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/7840811413596424771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=7840811413596424771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/7840811413596424771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/7840811413596424771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/07/but-it-empty.html' title='but it&amp;#39;s empty'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-5729081798723123567</id><published>2009-07-22T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't trust a ho!</title><content type='html'>Today &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Mrs G&lt;/span&gt; was talking about how boys are now better at housework than girls (as evidenced by wei en's impeccably neat earphones with untangled wires and yirong's superb curtain-tying skilzxzszssx). She said, "Nowadays, girls are good at.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing," Said &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Jiahao&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OUTRAGE!!&lt;/strong&gt; And he couldn't shut up! No, he had to go on and say "all they do is chit chat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BOYS SUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;except you, zb. HAHAHA. eh tag lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-5729081798723123567?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5729081798723123567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=5729081798723123567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/5729081798723123567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/5729081798723123567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/07/don-trust-ho.html' title='don&amp;#39;t trust a ho!'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-7546852630730999228</id><published>2009-07-21T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>suede, cheese and fashion</title><content type='html'>Hi guys! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in the computer lab &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Mrs G&lt;/span&gt; let us listen to music while we were writing, and then I went to my blog. I'd forgotten to plug in the headset you see. Guess what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I HAVE THREE WORDS TO SAY! &lt;strong&gt;FAT-BOTTTOMED&lt;/strong&gt;-!" rang out in the com lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=X It was damn shocking ok! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-time passes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from my first session with my dad. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm going to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Paula Abdul is out of AI? Could this be a miracle???!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-7546852630730999228?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/7546852630730999228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=7546852630730999228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/7546852630730999228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/7546852630730999228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/07/suede-cheese-and-fashion.html' title='suede, cheese and fashion'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-1929555971473396439</id><published>2009-07-18T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a journey of 500 posts begins with a single click</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Contrary to popular belief, I am not, in fact, dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(what do you notice about the previous sentence? xDD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;In argument similes are like songs in love; they describe much, but prove nothing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Franz Kafka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my dad's shadow fell upon the magazine I was reading. He said, "starting from tomorrow, we'll sit down for two hours everyday and go through blahblah.." He is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HARDCORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't have two hours everyday, but I'm not telling him that. I barely have time to sleep, and I can guarantee that our 'sessions' will only end in him being more annoyed than ever at me (and my 'tude.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning for the first time in years I went to the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;market with my mom&lt;/span&gt;. I hate the market because it's crowded and wet, but it wasn't so bad today. Or maybe I remembered it wrongly. I hadn't even combed my hair because my mom already had a foot out the door when I decided to join her. And then on the way there she springs this on me; we're gonna meet my &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;ex-babysitter&lt;/span&gt; whom I haven't seen in a few years. So I met them and it was quite cool because her husband quotes famous greek thinkers all the time and told me some really cool things. xD Halfway through breakfast my babysitter snuck away sneakily and bought not one, not two but FIVE &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;eggtarts&lt;/span&gt; for me! Like zomg! I ate two of them. :) There was the usual exclamations of "oh you've lost weight, grown taller.. blahblah." I've learnt to smile and nod, even though it's not true and it's just the nice thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(is it usual for them to comment on your weight? or is it just because it's me?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was pretty uneventful, I tried to study but fell asleep, watched &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;'most shocking celebrity divorces'&lt;/span&gt; on mtv, fell asleep, drank apple cider, the usual. Then at night I went with &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sya &lt;/span&gt;to the library. It was a welcome break from home because honestly my mom had been getting on my nerves quite a bit. She says things like, "you're reading all the time, you MUST study, you MUST stop reading, you MUST stop borrowing books from the library, you MUST study." And of course me being me MUST say something back like, "wtf bitch, etc." Cue unpleasantness in the house. So I was glad to go the lib with Sya. I haven't seen her in ages! Or at least it feels like it. Yay for Sya-sue. :D *mimics guy chasing after bus 15* HAHAHAHHAA. I've really missed our study dates, I realise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ten now, I want to sleep because I believe in GETTING &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;SEVEN HOURS&lt;/span&gt; I MUST I MUST. If not you get angry blog posts teeheeheehee. Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a lovely evening, &lt;i&gt;compadre&lt;/i&gt;. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. happy speech day to victorians! although i wonder how they celebrate when they're not allowed to have assembly..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-1929555971473396439?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/1929555971473396439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=1929555971473396439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/1929555971473396439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/1929555971473396439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/07/journey-of-500-posts-begins-with-single.html' title='a journey of 500 posts begins with a single click'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-7552008863327570193</id><published>2009-07-17T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all the girls standing in the line for the bathroom</title><content type='html'>Last night I showed my mom my &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;report card&lt;/span&gt; for her to sign. I'd kept it all throughout the school holidays and left it til the last minute to show my parents. Just now, my dad came into my room and asked me, "why didn't you show me your report card?" I just shrugged. Next question: "How did you do??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He exploded. "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OK?! YOU ALMOST GOT LAST IN CLASS!&lt;/span&gt;, etc."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You base it on my position in class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YAH! I'VE BEEN TOO LIBERAL WITH YOU, YOU MIGHT AS WELL GO AND WORK IN NTUC&lt;/span&gt;, etc."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's on a rampage right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(fill in the blanks on what happens to jac after today)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-7552008863327570193?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/7552008863327570193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=7552008863327570193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/7552008863327570193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/7552008863327570193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-girls-standing-in-line-for-bathroom.html' title='all the girls standing in the line for the bathroom'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-3169248513137490370</id><published>2009-07-12T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>which way it's gonna go</title><content type='html'>I only have &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;one pace&lt;/span&gt;. At least, that's what my dad says. And he said this when I was trying to help him--light the fire, pour the oil, switch on the vents--with him ordering me around. He's so &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; insightful. "Sometimes you have to move faster or slower." But I can't. I only have one pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's got the right to tell everyone his observations and suggestions for self-improvement, but we can't tell him off right back. We can't say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you're unemployed, you're a failure, your wife would divorce you if not if you two didn't have a daughter, you don't do anything but stare at the computer screen all day long, you sleep at 4am everyday, you don't do anything with your life, and thanks to you your family is going to live off your daughter's own savings. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND GUESS WHAT. SHE'S ONLY SIXTEEN&lt;/span&gt;. you're pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out with my dad used to be fun, but now whenever I ask him out to lunch he insists on running errands at the same time. Case in question: today. I was out from &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;9.30am to 4ish&lt;/span&gt;. Go figure. And he'll pour over oatmeal brands and ponder over how they're prepared, and the difference between 'premium oats' and 'organic oats'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you reading this? Aren't you terribly busy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. Just skim over this. Reply to that sms that just came. Send another IM. Go ahead. I'll still be here when you get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, shall I tell you about the book I read today? Or shall we let the silence settle between us, thick as a wool blanket?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll talk expansively about nothing in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you this though. You'd be surprised how many of my posts are about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-3169248513137490370?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/3169248513137490370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=3169248513137490370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/3169248513137490370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/3169248513137490370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/07/which-way-it-gonna-go.html' title='which way it&amp;#39;s gonna go'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-8387986780211459095</id><published>2009-07-10T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long day, always.</title><content type='html'>We recieved our &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cca reports&lt;/span&gt; on thursday. To tell you the truth, I wasn't expecting much. I got 18 points, which is a B3. It's two points away from A2, which would get me 2 bonus points in the Os. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WANT THOSE TWO POINTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And somehow I have to get them in three weeks. I need about 30 CIP hours to get to A2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly enough, there aren't many libraries in the East offering CIP for students. I went to ask yesterday, and the desk clerk was nice enough when she said, "we might have some slots in August." And all I could do was smile and say "thanks." Because how can I tell her that I desperately need 3o hours for purely selfish reasons? Y'know, if I'd gotten anything less than 18 points I wouldn't have bothered, but now it's like. &lt;i&gt;So close&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, I need this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is Jurong West public library? And I suppose I could also do it at the school library after school. School ends at five. If I did it until seven when it closes.. Aw, but the librarian is a bitch. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, whatever, suck it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what else has been going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;mom's in Malaysia&lt;/span&gt; having a kick ass time, I bet. I'm trying to keep up with homework and studies. I've got several projects going at once (my own, not my school's).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished this book called &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;'growing up again'&lt;/span&gt;. I wanted to quit at the beginning, because this is how it started. 'Last night I told Ludo I was leaving him, after seventeen years together, twelve years of marriage.' First, Ludo? What kind of name is that? Second, the whole 'i'm gonna divorce my husband' thing in the very first paragraph is way overused. I'd already seen it in &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Nick Hornby's How To Be Good&lt;/span&gt;. It was clever then, and now it's cliche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I let it slide and continued reading, and now I'm glad I did. Some parts were predictable, but overall it was quite charming, with her art student father, elegant mom, and her little bro with Down's Syndrome. And then there's Danny, who's addicted to gambling and betting. And since I doubt any of you are gonna read the book/have read the book, I'm gonna give you a huge spoiler here and say that she ends up with Danny. Which is freaking obvious since they lived together for fourteen years (it's complicated). And Ludo is as stupid as his name is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning there was a &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;thunderstorm&lt;/span&gt;. I could hear cars skidding on the road, but they never crashed. I'm really glad it's a Saturday, because imagine if I'd had to walk to school in the rain. Not that I mind the rain, but I don't like getting splashed on by cars. Don't tell me I'm paranoid. It's happened before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;greek yogurt&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. :D I've heard lots about it, so now I'm finally gonna try it. And Yakult. I feel like a six year old again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I've been surviving on &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;apples&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sweets&lt;/span&gt; during extra lessons. They're really mentally exhausting you know. The lessons, I mean. It was funny the first day when this bottle of Mentos was being thrown around by the class. HAHA. xD I've missed some lessons though, due to the PISA test briefing and the NSW exam. I ain't complaining, heehee. And then I've got to think of some way to skip chinese lesson. OH and Jose and Hongy and Yohana and I are gonna present something to do with &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;korean dramas&lt;/span&gt; in class! It's gonna be based on that Ryan Higa rant. xD I hope we can pull it off sia. Like zomg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;water bottle&lt;/span&gt; is hanging around in the AVT because of me. I left it there accidentally on Thursday. That's the third or fourth water bottle I've gone through in two years. HAHA. Hopefully I'll reclaim it on Monday. Till then, ole faithful 'ottle! (um WHAT. HAHAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm off to do &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;something vague&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh yeah i posted chapter four of dirt! still havent heard back from sya or zb about chapter five though. is it THAT bad? =() )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-edit-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me again. It's about 8ish now. There's this pain in my stomach. I can't tell if it's because I'm hungry or if my stomach is trying to eat itself. Outside cooking sucks (although I can't account for Swensens, obviously--&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;massive hint blows up in your face, but you wouldn't recognise it anyway you owl&lt;/span&gt;-- and I do admit that Secret Recipe's cakes are yummy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I'm &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;grumpy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my day doing homework and I didn't eat lunch til 3ish. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Changi Gliders&lt;/span&gt; just popped into my head. I'm beginning to think about them everytime Sat rolls by, and rolls on, and I still haven't seen them. Surely it's as simple as hopping on 59 with my bus concession, and all??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Pat &lt;/span&gt;made a really sweet vid for her &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;sis' birthday&lt;/span&gt;. She told me she was making a vid, so I went on youtube and watched AI auditions of the future AI winners. Kelly Clarkson had so so much personality and she looked so different. Clay Aiken had no personality and he looked so different. David Cook.. ah. :D @ his voice. Kat McPhee... didn't win AI, but her voice is awesome. Oh why oh why did she become a pop artist? She could've been Broadway. Or something more substantial (she's super skinny now). :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how up til primary school you can't ever do anything really to one-up other people? Like, you're all just kids. But at my age we're morphing into the people we're gonna be, and there're teens on the news my age and they've done a real whopping good job at something or other and they've made a difference somewhere (like, won a &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;gold medal&lt;/span&gt; at the asian youth games) And they just don't stop. And they've got people around them always (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;like friends who actually tag their blog when they read, lucky them&lt;/span&gt;). And they're &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;everyone's best friend&lt;/span&gt;. Paper cuttings of picture books. Like.. Dora the Explorer. Everything always goes right for her. &lt;strong&gt;And you just know, you &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; that when they grow up they're gonna be someone.&lt;/strong&gt; Someone who is respected and loved, maybe even a legend, and their lives will be the stuff movies are made of. And people will want to be them. Or want to be with them. Can't get enough of them. Do you know someone like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it makes you feel special when they tell you their troubles. Even though you're always telling them yours, freely. Though it's always you making the first move. Always. You're skirting around the edges of their lives, making an appearance here and there, a few pages of script if you're lucky. You'll be the &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;extra&lt;/span&gt; in the background while the hero is staring into the heroine's eyes. You'll be the bartender they spill their guts out to, but only when they're troubled, and only when they're drunk. Play the matchmaker, be the best friend, catch them when they fall. You're important, you know--part of the supporting cast of characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's both a blessing and a curse to know &lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gauche is moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;he'll tell if you ask&lt;br /&gt;but he will never offer&lt;br /&gt;he'll suggest&lt;br /&gt;but never insist&lt;br /&gt;he'll respond&lt;br /&gt;but never intitiate&lt;br /&gt;he'll have an opinion&lt;br /&gt;but never argue&lt;br /&gt;he'll be there&lt;br /&gt;but not wholly&lt;br /&gt;he'll listen&lt;br /&gt;because he feels obliged to&lt;br /&gt;he'll kiss you&lt;br /&gt;if you stand on tiptoe&lt;br /&gt;he'll ask you&lt;br /&gt;after being nagged a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;and you'll say yes, i'll marry you&lt;br /&gt;because you know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;he'll love you&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;if only he forgot her.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-8387986780211459095?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/8387986780211459095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=8387986780211459095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/8387986780211459095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/8387986780211459095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-day-always.html' title='long day, always.'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-5442954451197743609</id><published>2009-07-08T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in her colour portrait world</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I started out clean but I'm jaded &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just phoning it in &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just breaking the skin &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Parkway&lt;/span&gt; today, after all. I'm down with flu and my mom won't let me. According to her, my immune system is a weakling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I couldn't sleep could you sleep&lt;br /&gt;Could you paint me better off&lt;br /&gt;Could you sympathize with my needs&lt;br /&gt;I know you think I need a lot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans want eternal life, eternal youth, eternal beauty. An eternity of forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 4s are running out of time. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;110 days&lt;/span&gt; to go, as Cheryl gleefully announced to the class today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down to the wire is when you see sparks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's when things get exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's never enough&lt;br /&gt;I feel all your pieces&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers are piling us with survival guides. Social studies. History. Lottery tickets. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions and patterns and &lt;i&gt;interpretations&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it. Can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shouldn't be so complicated&lt;br /&gt;Just touch me and then&lt;br /&gt;Just touch me again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat for the &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;NSW Writing Competition&lt;/span&gt; today. The topic was &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Argumentative&lt;/span&gt;, and we were supposed to write a book/tv programme review in thirty minutes. I don't care much for it, so I don't expect much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Ms Chan&lt;/span&gt; stepped out of a taxi just as we were heading home. She looked at me and remembered the 'Role of Science' essay. Namely, that she hadn't submitted it. And the deadline was 30th june. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm secretly relieved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics extra lesson was surprisingly fun, for me at least. I didn't feel like falling asleep at all. I credit it to the apple I ate just before class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology with &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;'that old hag'&lt;/span&gt;, as quoted from jem. I think she's quite alright actually, and a bit of an attention seeker. xD She knows her stuff. Respect that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Tennis &lt;/span&gt;showed me that I'm desperately in need of a coach. Watching jeremie play and then playing yourself does not do wonders for one's self esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I met up with&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; Sya&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Zb&lt;/span&gt; to give &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Pat&lt;/span&gt; her presents. Pat's sick. Kuzco is sick (well, he's a llama). We drank orange juice and ate pistachios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, went online and got annoyed by zb's twit speak. And that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're breaking me in&lt;br /&gt;And this is how we will end&lt;br /&gt;With you and me bent&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's my mom's birthday. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;/span&gt; I got her a bouquet of flowers and stuff from Body Shop. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Smile when your heart is aching&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm so scared that I'll never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Get put back together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-5442954451197743609?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5442954451197743609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=5442954451197743609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/5442954451197743609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/5442954451197743609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-her-colour-portrait-world.html' title='in her colour portrait world'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-2335931241208118822</id><published>2009-07-06T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>there is no music playing</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I do not read advertisements. I would spend all of my time wanting things.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Franz Kafka, Czech writer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I very much want a &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Marcus Flutie&lt;/span&gt; right now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm utterly exhausted, so much so that the only point I want to make in this post is how utterly exhausted I am. Yeah, other people can post about personality tests and Federer, but whatever dude, I am soooo tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have school tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jem, are you reading this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have not finished my homework.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did this happen, you may ask. It's a good question. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLASHBACK: SUNDAY NIGHT AT JAC'S HOUSE. SOME AMERICAN GUESTS COME OVER FOR DINNER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;jac's mom&lt;/span&gt;: tomorrow is youth day! jac has no school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;adrian's mom&lt;/span&gt;: yay, jac why dont you take adrian out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;jac's mom&lt;/span&gt;: that would be awesome! ok settled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*they hi-five*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I already friggin' had plans to watch jem play tennis and studying with Sya and everything. Plus, I intended to finish up my homework today and also go for Mr Ng's tuition. Luckily I managed to get the first two things done today, but it was &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;rush rush rush&lt;/span&gt; all the way. My por, por feet. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOD JEM IS A &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;TENNIS EXTRAORDINAIRE&lt;/span&gt;. XD Seriously. You have to see it to believe it. INSANE. Sya and I were like.. WOAH. :D Thanks for the invite, jem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Adrian to the Science Centre. It was.. &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt;, especially on the mrt. It's like.. uhh what do we talk about? Silence. More silence. The silence drags on. The silence starts to kill! Sigh. Why do I get myself (or rather why does my mom get me) into these things? I don't talk to 16yearold boys &lt;s&gt;from america&lt;/s&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went for dinner at ecp. :D Yum. I got drunk on the drunken prawn. It is like.. *drool* Ha, I finally got to eat at that &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Jumbo restaurant&lt;/span&gt; that I always pass when I go to ecp. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. I'm going to parkway this week to make up for missing mr ng's lesson. First time, too. Yikes. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Am nervous somewhat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forecast for the week ahead: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;absolute suckiness&lt;/span&gt;. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless.. I meet a Marcus Flutie. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-2335931241208118822?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/2335931241208118822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=2335931241208118822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/2335931241208118822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/2335931241208118822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/07/there-is-no-music-playing.html' title='there is no music playing'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-4100787256661061573</id><published>2009-07-03T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it comes to you in barrels if you order it by post!</title><content type='html'>The &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;water&lt;/span&gt;'s back! Actually it came back Thursday afternoon, but I went out with &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sya&lt;/span&gt; to escape from the horrible-ness of having no water. I really felt like flinging myself into a cold stream or something (which you can't find in Spore anyway, heh). Oh, Sya and I almost got &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;kidnapped&lt;/span&gt;. =X Sorry about that, Sya. I should have been like "no way are we following you!" and then grabbed your hand and run away screaming. LMAO. Ok but we weren't kidnapped in the end, obviously. It was still very freaky. And. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Disturbing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. I finished &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;chapter seven&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Dirt &lt;/span&gt;yesterday. I can hardly believe I'm still writing it. I've never gotten this far on a story before! But it's one of those things that I try not to dwell on, because it'll only freak me out even more. So. Breathe. Dirt is coming along nicely. The latest chapt might just be my favorite so far xD Even though it's shortish, like 3000 words. Well, shortish compared to the other chapts anyway, which were getting quite worrying long (like 6000+ words). &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thank you guys&lt;/span&gt; for the support anyway! :D You know who you are. HAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I'll try not to post anymore &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;harsh tiny words&lt;/span&gt; because, yknow, other than the person it's directed at (i doubt they read it, actually) other people will also read it and maybe it'll.. I dunno, dampen their mood or something. Thus I won't do that anymore. Or try not to anyway. Unless it's a really huge thing. I'm not sure what I'm talking about actually, moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading alot too. I think I've finished quite a few books this past week, including the &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;last book of the princess diaries&lt;/span&gt;. (I LOVE THAT HE WASN'T SORRY.) XD Ok, yeah, if you like the series, you must read the last book! And who wants to read 'ransom my heart'?? xPP It's kind of.. lemony? Ok, smutty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried reading &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;'13 little &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; envelopes'&lt;/span&gt;, but the book just bored me so much I couldn't. I dunno.. the premise is pretty interesting, this girl goes on a quest from her dead aunt and has to follow the instructions in every little blue envelope.. she goes to London, France, Rome.. but the writing bugs me, I guess. I'm not hooked on it at all. =/ Nvm, I'm gonna return it to Sya later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LATER&lt;/strong&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like zb says, &lt;i&gt;I'll be bach&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-edit-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, I'm back. But I may not be &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;alive&lt;/span&gt; much longer because my stomach is hell bent on killing me. Ugh, I think I'm going to puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty awesome. :) &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Zb&lt;/span&gt; treated me to my first can of &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Red Bull&lt;/span&gt;! My first and last, hahhaha. It's too sweet for me. xD Oh, and we went shopping. And then &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sya&lt;/span&gt;, Zb and I ate dinner together. So, a lot of firsts today. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I AM YOUR &lt;strong&gt;SOCK&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-4100787256661061573?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4100787256661061573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=4100787256661061573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/4100787256661061573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/4100787256661061573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-comes-to-you-in-barrels-if-you-order.html' title='it comes to you in barrels if you order it by post!'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-4518843500344796394</id><published>2009-07-01T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>of a molecule</title><content type='html'>The&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; water pipe&lt;/span&gt; under my kitchen sink burst--cue absolute mayhem. I was in my room when my dad came banging on my door, the phone in his hand, yelling my name. I sat by the kitchen, watching the water overflowing from the open cupboard, making a sort of waterfall past all the pots and pans. My dad and uncle dashed downstairs to turn the pipe off manually, my mom was asleep in my room and I just watched the water which wouldn't stop running, seeing as the kitchen floor got &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;swallowed&lt;/span&gt; up inch by inch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't sleep, because I always shower before I sleep, but I can't right now because all the water has been shut off. Maybe this will be the night that I stay up throughout. xD What sucks is that I'm going out with Sya tomorrow morning, and there's no way the pipe will be fixed by then, so I'm probably gonna get desperate and shower in the neighbor's house (&lt;i&gt;ew&lt;/i&gt;). &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cherry&lt;/span&gt; on the pie? The toilet won't even flush. This reminds me of my aunt's old house in Malaysia, where we always showered out of buckets in freezing cold water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny words here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;J, you fucking asshole. You know you are. But what the fuck man, you don't even care do you? You just go around saying "yeah, i know im an assh" but you don't even bother trying to change your (lecherous) ways. It's not okay and I wouldn't care except that you're hurting my friends and even though I've known you four years I've known them longer and dammit, what is your problem?? So fucking get a grip on your overcharged hormones 'cos you're behaving like a caveman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five hours until sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Pattoo&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-4518843500344796394?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4518843500344796394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=4518843500344796394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/4518843500344796394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/4518843500344796394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/07/of-molecule.html' title='of a molecule'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-258674950373168361</id><published>2009-06-30T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hahahahaha</title><content type='html'>Yesterday night, or this morning if you want to be specific, I was chatting to &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Zb&lt;/span&gt; at midnight-ish right, then I grew bored with the computer so I lay on my bed and read instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Zb, I only woke up at 6ish and saw your message, since I'd left the com on for the whole night. I laughed like hell lah. 3am?! Seriously?? xD You amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have fun getting high in school and saying random things. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-edit-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;the way you're singing in your sleep&lt;br /&gt;the way you look before you leap&lt;br /&gt;the strange illusions that you keep&lt;br /&gt;you don't know&lt;br /&gt;but i'm noticing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way your touch turns into arcs&lt;br /&gt;the way you slide into the dark&lt;br /&gt;the beating of my open heart&lt;br /&gt;you don't know&lt;br /&gt;but i'm noticing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;march eighteenth,&lt;br /&gt;from nick and norah's infinite playlist :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-258674950373168361?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/258674950373168361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=258674950373168361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/258674950373168361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/258674950373168361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/06/hahahahaha.html' title='hahahahaha'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-7450598373844104310</id><published>2009-06-30T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>july 09'</title><content type='html'>New month, new resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this month, I want to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;manage time&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and you're never gonna see this title again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My week ahead looks pretty packed, if I say so myself. xD Like it that way, whee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-7450598373844104310?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/7450598373844104310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=7450598373844104310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/7450598373844104310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/7450598373844104310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/06/july-09.html' title='july 09&amp;#39;'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-258606038715058386</id><published>2009-06-30T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bubblegum bimbo</title><content type='html'>Exciting things are happening in my &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;bubblegum world&lt;/span&gt;. xD I read like a maniac today throughout reading period and chinese period and recess. The book is AWESOME, more so than I could've asked for. I went out to borrow the sequels today.. but I only found the second and fourth. The third was MIA even though the catalogue said the library had it. Very 'twilight zone'. =P I forced &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sya&lt;/span&gt; to borrow the first book (you'll love it, no doubt :D) and we had a hilarious time trying to get the machine to read my card. We also speculated on how to rank buses. HAHAHHAHAHA. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that I won't have school again til next Tuesday. I should get my act together by then, i.e. no lagging behind the others in homework. I almost got yelled at by &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ms Chan&lt;/span&gt; today, but I was saved by the bell. xD You do not want to get yelled at by Ms Chan, because she'll call you &lt;i&gt;el-stupido&lt;/i&gt;-1,2-bromochloroethane or something. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exciting new developments include: &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Complications&lt;/span&gt; arising from extra lessons in school clashing with mr ng's tuition, as a result I'll probably travel to parkway every wednesday night for makeup lessons. Also, I'll soon have extra lessons three days a week from 3-5pm and mock exams on friday. I need to find a way to fit in tennis too, and study dates and oh, basically my life. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how I cope. Get some &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;popcorn&lt;/span&gt;. You might get to see a nervous breakdown! *grins widely*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I REMEMBER BLACK SKIES AND LIGHTNING ALL AROUND MEEEEEE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-258606038715058386?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/258606038715058386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=258606038715058386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/258606038715058386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/258606038715058386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/06/bubblegum-bimbo.html' title='bubblegum bimbo'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-9215536776222162078</id><published>2009-06-29T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dirty funk</title><content type='html'>The highlight of my day was tcy's message. Before that, I felt goddarned &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;awful&lt;/span&gt; about everything, and I pretty much sulked throughout tuition (so much for being mature).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a 2hour long shower today, which should give you an indication of how bad today was. It's like tiny things, all added up, to make a really bad one. My parents also told me that I have to &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;stop reading&lt;/span&gt; 'storybooks', and sacrifice for my olevels. (you can imagine how mad this made me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Chan and Mr Tam called on me more times than anyone else today, like I'm a bomb about to explode or something. You should see the way they look at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I haven't felt like this in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess is pathetic, I tell you. They friggin' ran out of food for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I ate a real big apple and went to &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Bedok lib&lt;/span&gt; with Hongy to eat an &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;expensive&lt;/span&gt; lunch. I should stop doing that. =( I spent like $8 on lunch alone?! Dammit. It's coffeeshops from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so that's my depressing blog post. Wheee. I almost feel sorry about posting this, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, someone &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;favorited&lt;/span&gt; Wakao Indeed! We are someone's fav author! WOOTS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zb's online!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-9215536776222162078?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/9215536776222162078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=9215536776222162078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/9215536776222162078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/9215536776222162078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/06/dirty-funk.html' title='dirty funk'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-1266659700864974860</id><published>2009-06-28T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>take back the city for yourself</title><content type='html'>School &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;freaks&lt;/span&gt; me out. Not in the way that, ahhh, I hate school 'cos I am a teen so I'm supposed to, but in the 'i feel like puking' way. But I feel that way about anything I haven't done in a long time, so okay, I'll get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Money&lt;/span&gt; is such a hard thing to acquire if your morals are in the right place. =/ My mom just told me something horrific. I'm 16, do I really have to deal with this? What can I do? Get a job? Appeal for financial aid? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wtf do i do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always had an &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;easy-going relationship&lt;/span&gt; with money. As in, easy come, easy go. I'm not a shopaholic, but if I see something I want, I'll buy it. I leave coins on random motorbikes and windshields of cars. I donate to buskers and charities. I like doing that. But the way things are going, I'll probably end up an old miser, counting my coins every single day. Like that dude in 'a christmas carol'. *shudder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't like this nine months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Transformers 2&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. Halfway through my mom called me, and I sat in the toilet for awhile after. I told a lie and I got caught. You see, I'm not a very good person. I don't think I even deserve the friends I have right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't really concentrate on the movie after, but I still have some comments on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ZOMG MAJOR SPOILER.&lt;/strong&gt; ok, the first movie was friggin awesome, and in my opinion it beats the second one hands down. the second movie gets a bit corny. stuff like 'the matrix of leadership' and 'it is your DESTINY' almost made me want to laugh out loud. not that it isn't good, mind you, but it could have been better if they'd shortened the fighting scenes and added a bit more 'human-ness' to the movie, which is what the first movie did so excellently. so i'd say, watch the second one, but wait for it to show on tv. best thing about the movie? the special effects are FREAKING GORGEOUS LIKE YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, yes, megan fox is hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I really more cynical now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;h1n1&lt;/span&gt; has 400+ cases. And to think, a few days ago I was wondering if it would hit 200.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, keep safe. Don't do &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;reckless&lt;/span&gt; things like pick up tissue paper from the ground, no matter how much you hate litterbugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Adios&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;jac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s. my mom says im fat. you know what? that's like the cherry on top of the freakin pile of dung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-1266659700864974860?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/1266659700864974860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=1266659700864974860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/1266659700864974860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/1266659700864974860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/06/take-back-city-for-yourself.html' title='take back the city for yourself'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-3284072595850151813</id><published>2009-06-26T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stories about stupid chicks</title><content type='html'>Michael Jackson &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;died&lt;/span&gt; today. But you know what else happened today? Four best friends got together and ate alot. So I guess it all balances out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say I've ever been a fan of Michael Jackson. I like his songs much better when someone does a cover and makes it all rock-ish (case in question: billy jean by chris cornell).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has to die some time, right? Why not watch a movie or a couple? Why spend your life in fear? Imagine this: you stay at home to avoid &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the h1n1&lt;/span&gt;, but you end up dying of a heart attack. Maybe you could've been saved, but there was no one around to save you (oh the irony).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom yelled at me when I told her I wanted to watch&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; Transformers&lt;/span&gt;. She's a nurse, cue "ZOMG virus ZOMG". Bloody.. We're gonna live in fear of something we can't even see? Of all the things we worry about, how many actually come true? And if it does, everyone will be like "i told you so" and if it doesn't they have nothing to say so the way I see it, you have a fifty-fifty chance of getting it, might as well enjoy yourself while you're at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the adults I know spend their lives waiting. It's ridiculous. For example, my mom wants to go to Alaska. That is totally cool. I asked her, "why don't you go this year?" and she's like, "nooo, we don't have enough money, &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;i'm waiting&lt;/span&gt; til i'm retired then i'll travel the world." Now, that's practical. But it doesn't make sense! Your choices will be severely limited when you're older as compared to when you're young. And there's this school of thought that you're supposed to work your butt off for forty years so you can enjoy yourself later. They're always waiting. They think, "next year, i'll... when i'm retired, i'll.." Maybe they're scared, maybe it's their form of procrastination. It's easier to stick to the routine, and stick to what everyone thinks you should do, than quit your job, sell your assets and go on a trip around the world &lt;i&gt;like you've always dreamed of&lt;/i&gt;. I know of one person who did that, and not personally. I imagine it was hard, and most people told her not to, and to save more money, to ensure a secure future, but she did it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years later, do you think she'll regret doing that? The bigger regret would be &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; going for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(me? i want to live so much i'm too busy for regrets.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally went off on a tangent there, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Hongy&lt;/span&gt; came over real early to do the english project. Guess what, we &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;friggin' completed it&lt;/span&gt; at like 10am. WOOTS. And our answer sheet is like hilarious. xD Since we had time til I had to go for tuition we played &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Neopets&lt;/span&gt;. Rarr, pirate caves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Pat, Sya and Zb&lt;/span&gt; at 5ish and we bought lots of food and went to zb's block and blew bubbles and went to pat's house's playground and laughed at little kids. Bridges are fun. :D Overall, yeah it was quite relaxing. xD Chillaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty good day, I suppose. Except my mom managed to upset me. But y'know, she's really good at that. Half the time she's talking BS, so I shouldn't let it get to me. Oh yeah, I gave pat the middle finger. LMAO. She's watching Transformers right now! She texted me to say she saw Frizzy, who we haven't seen in fifty million years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for tomorrow. Movie marathon FTW... Let me treat you lah! C'mon, you've treated me lots of times ok. (mooooolah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Katy Perry&lt;/span&gt; to close the post! (i'm listening to the radio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU'RE HUNGOVER AND I'M BROKE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-3284072595850151813?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/3284072595850151813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=3284072595850151813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/3284072595850151813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/3284072595850151813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/06/stories-about-stupid-chicks.html' title='stories about stupid chicks'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-2715936655788525304</id><published>2009-06-25T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>see you on the FLIPSIDE</title><content type='html'>I was contemplating &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;staying up the whole night&lt;/span&gt; today, due to the overwhelming amount of homework that's due by tomorrow. But I think I have to draw the line somewhere, don't you? Ten years down, I doubt I'll be agonizing over how my life would've been different if I'd only burnt the midnight oil on this night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; really pissed off&lt;/span&gt; just now. But I think it's not worth to not blog for four days and come back with an angry blog post. Besides, I've learnt that moods come and go. Just take a look at my archives. I could be utterly happy one day, and majorly depressed the next. The next second is full of possibilities. Will the world end? Will you be happy? Thirsty? Will you laugh, cry, doubt? Live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; really stressed&lt;/span&gt;, like my head was going to explode. I was trying to accomodate everyone and I ended up compromising myself. But I think I'll let that be for tomorrow, and after this I'm gonna start thinking a bit more about what's best for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a talk with my cousin yesterday, and what she said really got me thinking about what &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; want. She asked me where I wanted to go after sec sch, and I said, "If I get 6 points, I'll go to vj. If I get more than that, I'm going to poly." And she said, "but where do you wanna go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just once, I want to love something so much it&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; hurts&lt;/span&gt; to leave it. I want to feel like I belong and I want to be proud of the badge I wear. I don't want to make the same mistake because I was &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so afraid&lt;/span&gt; of change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;yesterday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I invited Sya to shop girlishly with me and she accepted. :D I bought girlish things (and a mr.bean ice cream).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Girlish note&lt;/span&gt;: My hair smells &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;divine&lt;/span&gt; now okay! Utterly so. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;today&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so exhausted, I practically fell asleep during tennis. No sugar high ah. xD Went out real early to grab &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Subway&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Hongy&lt;/span&gt;, then bussed to Janice's house for project work. Project work was.. Zzzz. Hongy obsessed over the dogs, Janice played games on the phone, and I worked/slacked, Shuting worked.&lt;strong&gt; Thanks shuting!&lt;/strong&gt; I can never get the hang of groupwork. It makes me edgy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left about 4ish, I was goddamned starving so we went to Bedok lib and I bought onion rings, then rushed to Tennis. Onion rings sooo do not give you an energy boost. =( Played suckishly for tennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up back at home, where I watched '&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Knowing&lt;/span&gt;' with my mom. It's a &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Nicholas Cage&lt;/span&gt; film (I love him!) and it's so EERIE how the storyline is exactly what I'm kinda tossing about in my mind right now. The film is good, it had just enough character development and a sense of the inevitable about it. OMG MAJOR SPOILER COMING UP. Btw, it's an end-of-the-world story, but you don't figure it out til maybe an hour in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It fascinated me, watching the chaos as people figured out the world was ending. Trying to escape when there's no escape route. No time to get through the five stages of acceptance. No time to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;.. before you're blown to smithereens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops. Got distracted chatting online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day tomorrow is looking up! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio, good people of the netverse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. happy birthday tcy! i dunno if you still read my blog, but im gonna ask zb to pass stuff to you 'cos i know how much it rocks to get stuff for your bday. xD i hope you had a good one! i hope you didnt study or worry at all! and enjoy being 16! it's pretty nice. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-2715936655788525304?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/2715936655788525304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=2715936655788525304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/2715936655788525304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/2715936655788525304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/06/see-you-on-flipside.html' title='see you on the FLIPSIDE'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-3469151017698551156</id><published>2009-06-21T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't bother reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Doooods, wazzup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate a &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;waffle &lt;/span&gt;today. You should've seen the woman's face when I told her I wanted it plain. 'Cos it's only $1 and I happened to have a one-dollar coin. Yeah, her face was like 'wtf i dont believe this shit'.. um yeah. I feel vulgar for some reason. Sorry, but this blog is now nc-16. Get with it. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed Mr Ng's tuition today. I woke up at 9.30am when tuition started at 9.30am, so I went to the library instead. It's &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;insane&lt;/span&gt; I tell you. I reached there an hour after it opened and the study tables had already been snatched up. I had no choice but to study in the children's section. Widdle kids kept crying for their mommies. Rarr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay, because at least I got some work done, dun dun dun. I'm surprised to find that I can actually do trigo.. sort of. Speaking of, my dad has been on my case lately for my studies. Which is why I haven't wished him happy father's day today. Whatever, I'm not going to. Yesterday he was all, "i practiced more than you did when i was your age and your olevels are supposed to be harder." Maybe I should just do like hongy's dad and break my leg, then I'll be stuck in the hospital and have no choice but to do endless problem sums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zb's got the flu!! It sucks to have the flu, but I'm sure you'll recover soon. ;) &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i mean, it's either that or you die. =P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a bit of &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;seabiscuit&lt;/span&gt; today.. don't really get it. I thought seabiscuit was white. Uh.. okay. I bought strepsils, and mints, all &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;blackcurrant&lt;/span&gt; flavor. My fav. :) I almost bought Hacks too, but decided against it. I don't want to become a sugar addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreading the coming week, due to more assignments on moodle since the ALPS thing got cancelled. I need to scroll through my inbox and find jiahao's username and pass again, which is a pain. I hate online assignments. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With a passion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hongy, we should like go cycling sometime, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition today was alright, I ate &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;peach strudel&lt;/span&gt; and it was delish. :D &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Vik&lt;/span&gt; was falling asleep halfway and I had to poke her awake, the lazy ass. She showed me pics of her jap idols. I'm freaked out. I doubt I'll ever be that far gone to idolize someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still going crazy with the spray xD Ok I may be a biiiit addicted to it. I checked at Watsons today for the refill but they didn't have it. Nvm, I shall go to the big shot Watsons HEADQUARTERS and get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got another review for dirt! YEAH MAN. Chapter six is not coming along well at all, I am becoming disheartened by the day. I've never gotten this far on a story before, I must not give up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading back on my old blog posts, I think I was funnier back then. Now I'm just.. pointless. I feel like the higher blog powers have deserted me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SYA, GOOD LUCK FOR TMR!&lt;/strong&gt; Don't panic, k? It'll be fine, you'll be fine, transformers and cursed goats awaiiit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-3469151017698551156?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/3469151017698551156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=3469151017698551156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/3469151017698551156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/3469151017698551156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/06/don-bother-reading.html' title='don&amp;#39;t bother reading'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-1893384802159338428</id><published>2009-06-20T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>look atchoo</title><content type='html'>I spent my day &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;reading fics&lt;/span&gt; and making sure that I left a review for &lt;i&gt;every single one&lt;/i&gt; I read, even if I couldn't be bothered. All part of my desperate attempt to get more reviews for our account. Feel free to spread the love, Indeed. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like after my birthday, there's nothing much to look forward to anymore. Nothing to occupy myself with. Besides the obvious. My mom's right though; I should give my eyes a break. They're starting to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The months stretch on in &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;mindless tedium&lt;/span&gt;. :( Yknow what I mean? After a while you start to question the point of this. Why do we have to grovel just to reach the top? The top is such a precarious place to be, and there'll always be someone better than you are. You can't be the best at everything. I don't want to go to a school full of 6-pointers. I'm rethinking going to vjc. (and doubting whether i can make it in the first place)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm so damn scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I want, but I'm afraid of what I want. It's not what everyone else tells me I should want. And if I go against them, I'll be going against just about everyone I know. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i&gt;argh. bad day. sorry.&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's happening.&lt;br /&gt;You can put my blog on pointlesssites.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-1893384802159338428?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/1893384802159338428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=1893384802159338428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/1893384802159338428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/1893384802159338428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/06/look-atchoo.html' title='look atchoo'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-1795193752592884205</id><published>2009-06-19T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you're just a sad song</title><content type='html'>I felt really bad yesterday, and it's because of this thing called disappointment. But then I realised disappointment comes from hoping too much. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and hoping too much was my own fault.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was quite a busy-ass day. I had tuition in the morning, &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Mr Ng's tuition&lt;/span&gt; in the afternoon, and a study date with &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sya&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Zb&lt;/span&gt; came as a surprise. xD There were some annoying girls that kept laughing so we had a laughter war with them. HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sya, Zb and I are gonna have a &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;movie marathon&lt;/span&gt; on 29th june, two mondays from now! Remember that date, people! HAHA I have $200 and I'm not afraid to spend it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids are soo funny. There were a couple beside us and they were wondering if &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Bill Gates&lt;/span&gt; was still alive. And then another wondered where the fairytale section was. And Sya was all cynical and said, "fairytales aren't real, kid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; pointlesssites.com&lt;/span&gt; on zb's 'lappy' and there was this site that had a narrator's voice saying, "welcome to ___. you can do anything you want here. the only limit is..&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." We found a paintball game that was pretty fun, it had weird shapes like the stove and everything. Me being lazy-assed used small little dots, that was kinda cool. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went crazy with the spray. MUHAHAHAHHAHAHA. It's awesome, thanks to Pat for intro-ing. :) &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pat, call me when you see this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I have to tell you about my aunty and a photo frame, k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recieved &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;LC's package&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. Nickelback's album and a birthday card (that was really 'awww'). Sad to say, after listening to the album, I don't really like any of the songs. The lyrics are okay, but it's the music that bugs me. They all sound the same, it doesn't sound like the band put any thought into the melody and the instruments. =/ I dunno. I prefer their old stuff like 'rock star'. And his voice... it's all shouty. :( &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why is he shouting?&lt;/span&gt; His voice is gorgeous if he sings it right, kinda rough, kinda smooth. Ah well. Oh, and the songs are really, really, really horny. They're so horny I can't type them on this PG blog. Oh wait, it's&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; NC-16&lt;/span&gt; now. =p Just so you get an idea, there's this song called 's.e.x.', but that's not the worst. Another one called 'next go round' and yknow, it's referring to sex, rather graphically I might add. Dude needs to get laid. (&lt;strong&gt;I'M KIDDING&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just complaining to Sya about how much I was dreading school next week, when Pris sms-ed me to say it was cancelled. :D I feel happy but scared at the same time. This h1n1 flu bug is persistent, and I have a feeling it's gonna be around for awhile. I mean, yeah, they handled SARS, but it's not like they found a cure for it, right? It just kinda died off.. So I guess we handle this the same way; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we &lt;i&gt;wait&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;transformers 2&lt;/span&gt;. It looks awesome! The first movie was a blast; totally not what I expected. Sort of comedy-action-romance-adventure, cross-genres and it appeals to everyone. :D Love it. Mr Ng got all torn up today when Candice told him &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Megan Fox used to be a guy&lt;/span&gt;. xD I dunno how true that is, but frrrreaky. Mr Ng was like, "i need to re-evaluate my sexuality." LMAO and he's married somemore! Ok whatever, hormone pills are like weiiird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone at home right now, no one's online to speak of. It's ok, I don't really feel like I have much to say to anyone. Sometimes I loathe msn for its utter coldness, and then sometimes I love it when stuff's happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a review for dirt! I think it's totally accurate about the story, haha. I just finished this book on racing and I'm thinking of adding some stuff to it, but I know nuts about street racing. If anyone could give me tips or something..? The book I read was on track racing by the way, and no it wasn't non-fiction, but 3/4 of the book was describing the track. Track is different from street though, so. I wanna find a book about street racing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmie is such a nice name for a girl. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Dirt; It's too soon to send chapter four o.o I need to figure out where I went wrong with the end of chapter five. It was just getting good, then she went all anti-climatic on me. Rarr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I was just telling Sya how most of the characters I write are nothing like me. Except they are, maybe, a little bit. Gets you thinking, doesn't it? Maybe we're all alike in a little way. 98% of our DNA. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Macy the bimbo. Take Karin the killer. Take the alien researcher dude. Take Alex the bitch, the heiress, the racer. I am none of those things.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;or am I&lt;/span&gt;? (haha the cloak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPRAY!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You'll finish your powerpoint presentation by TODAY!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sya-sue, in an ad for the raspberry scent thing. Trying to sell it to zb? LMAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-1795193752592884205?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/1795193752592884205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=1795193752592884205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/1795193752592884205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/1795193752592884205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-just-sad-song.html' title='you&amp;#39;re just a sad song'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-198891896862373375</id><published>2009-06-17T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sixteen!</title><content type='html'>I would like to thank everyone for the presents and the wishes :D You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;yesterday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I woke up at 12.10am and checked my phone, and then the messages started flooding in. xD I stayed up until 1am-ish, then went back to sleep. Tuition at 7.30am was kinda draggy and everything, she usually releases us before 9am but she didn't! She gave me one assignment after another until finally she let me go at 9.20am-ish. Rarr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a missed call from Pat and when I called her she said, "you are seven minutes late." o.o I ran to meet them, them being &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Pat, Sya and Zb&lt;/span&gt;! It's the first time I'm spending my birthday with all three of them. And Pat hasn't celebrated Sya or Zb's birthday with them so I'm like, honored. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we took bus 22 all the way to AMK. Our bus driver hates taxi drivers. xD Sya was reading Seventeen magazine and Pat tried taking pic with &lt;i&gt;effects&lt;/i&gt; and we asked Zb if he could dance. LMAO that was funny. The ride was about an hour long, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached AMK, Pat and I bought&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; Subway sandwiches&lt;/span&gt; to take to the zoo and Sya and Zb went to NTUC to buy water. After that Zb went off for some performance practice thing at his school (HMPH) so we took bus to the zoo. The ride was really long. o.o Like, 30mins I think. The zoo is really far in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets are $18 each and we went in immediately. The zoo was awesome. :D Very very fun, especially since we kept bursting into animal-themed songs. "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHEN I WAS A YOUNG WARTHOG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" XD XD We also sang random stuff like the get-off-the-stage song that Jack Black sang with Will Ferrell at some awards show. "Your time is through, you're boring! look at catherine zeta-jones, she's snoring!" Pat danced about and terrorised Sya, Sya swooned at lions and was our official map reader (since she takes geog) and I took photos/vids of Pat! We watched &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;'the rainforest fights&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;back'&lt;/span&gt;, it's not a bad show at all xD We sat right at the front and got to see really cool things. I love that the zoo's store has this glow-in-the-dark section. I love things that glow in the dark. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left about 4.30ish since it got really really hot, and walked from one end of the zoo (the kids' playground) back to the entrance. OMG at the&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; flying fox&lt;/span&gt; there was this guy whose slipper dropped off while he was on it, and this little kid was like kicking it back to him, and then when he got to him, the guy was like 'oh yay thanks' then the kid KICKED IT PAST HIM and it was hilarious, the dude had to hop on one foot to go get his slipper. HHAHAHHAHA LITTLE KIDS ARE MISCHIEVIOUS). Pat had a hilarious turn on the flying fox. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sya went to pray at the mosque so Pat grabbed a bite at KFC. Mountain Dew is so sweet and fizzy, ack. Anyway we took a bus back to AMK and met up with Zb again (he completely missed the zoo) and then we went to Raffles Place to ride the &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;reverse bungy&lt;/span&gt; and that &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;gigantic swing thing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's $50 to ride both and they are &lt;strong&gt;SO WORTH IT&lt;/strong&gt;. They told the people working there that it was my birthday, so I only had to pay $30 to ride both. Heehee. And they kept calling me 'birthday girl', hahaha. First was the reverse bungy, and Pat and Sya went first. Hey, it's worse to watch you ok! LOL They screamed like... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THEY SCREAMED&lt;/span&gt;. There's a camera attached to the ride, so we could see them from the ground. First, the ropes tighten, then you get like a blast of smoke, and then stone awhile, followed by another blast and then YOU SHOOT UP AND REVERSE AND SHOOT UP AGAIN AND DROP DOWN AND YARRGHHHHHH. You hang up in the air for awhile before they lower you down. Also, people tend to gather. xD Like, even before the ride started, the people saw that we were gonna ride it so they stopped and stared. Ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was my and zb's turn. For some reason, I wasn't that scared. I was pretty excited. xD After the second blast of smoke, I saw the employee raise his arms toward the sky like superman and then we shot up and it was ah-mazing. It really was. And we got to see the national-day-flag thingy in the distance while we were up there!&lt;br /&gt;Later, when I watched the video, I was screaming like hell. xD Ok whatever, but I enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was the extreme swing thingy. The dude was like "this is scarier than the bungee." and we were like "huh? no way!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; He was totally right xD Since I was the birthday girl, I got to sit in the 'pilot's seat', where there's this lever beside you. Guess what the lever does. xD Anyway, after we were all strapped in, the thing started to lift backwards. OMG that was SUPER scary, you have NOTHING to hold onto, and the only thing preventing you from falling face first onto the ground are the straps... which I thought I could feel buckling. Pat/Sya: "why are we still going up?" There was this guy on the ground watching us, and we waved to him, and he was like "good luck." HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when we were suspended high enough, the light turned from orange to green. Then I was like, "are ya'll ready?" and then I pushed the lever down. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;OHMYFREAK we were so not ready lah!!&lt;/span&gt; Imagine that feeling you get on the viking x 10000000000. O.O It was so scary, so exciting, so YARRGHHHHH, I was screaming all the way. Zb was yelling, "this is INSANE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ceases to be scary after maybe 20secs, which is good, because then it's just like you're on a giant swing and just swinging, and being all relaxed and stuff. xD We waved to passers-by and shouted things like, "we went on both the rides!" and there was this guy who was like, "i'm old because i didn't do things like that in my youth!" XD HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;FRIGGIN' AWESOME&lt;/span&gt; OK!! You should totally go and ride it. And don't tell your parents. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we were like in a daze and walking really slowly back to the MRT. Haha. The MRT was super crowded, since it was rush hour, but it was nice at the same time 'cos Zb sent Pat the vid he took of them on the reverse bungy and we watched it in the train. And I could smell Pat's &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;raspberry &lt;/span&gt;hair scent thing. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat got off at Simei for a bbq, and Sya and Zb and I took the train to tampines, where we met Zb's sister, &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Munah&lt;/span&gt;. We already knew about her 'cos she and her friends post crazy vids on youtube, doing stuff like singing to total strangers and annoying them. xD She's really nice, and she insisted on taking a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;taxi&lt;/span&gt;, even though we all lived like 2 busstops away from the int. That was funny. xD So we got a ride back to Zb's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sya gave me my present! She's a genius, she managed to combine everything into one story! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirt curry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANKS &lt;/strong&gt;you guys, for the awesome day, and for being there! HAHA and for agreeing to go on the bungy and swing (even though we were rife with nervous laughter). =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;today&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving tuition at 3ish, and then tennis at 5pm. It's lunchtime now, I'm probably gonna cook scrambled eggs. Pat, I am the best at scrambling eggs. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the news today: very freaky things. Have a look yourself. Stuff about global warming, airplane crashes and this guy who might have been kidnapped when he was 2yearsold and has accused his current family of kidnapping him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me? I'm desperately trying to catch up on homework. Yarrghhhnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still hasn't sunk in that I'm sixteen yet. I could go out and watch an nc-16 movie at &lt;i&gt;this very moment&lt;/i&gt;. I remember how mad LC and I were when resident evil came out being nc-16 and we were like plotting how to get in. And the same thing with slumdog millionaire. Ah well. I'll get used to it eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Pat's birthday&lt;/span&gt;! XD &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;"kiss me, it's my birthday."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-198891896862373375?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/198891896862373375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=198891896862373375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/198891896862373375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/198891896862373375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/06/sixteen.html' title='sixteen!'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-2833036383256856259</id><published>2009-06-16T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>david noodles</title><content type='html'>I just posted the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;first chapter&lt;/span&gt; of dirt (not counting the prologue). I AM SO AFRAID. There's loads of things people can criticize. Like all the science terms, the history terms, the unclearness of everything, and they might hate the main character, because she isn't a very nice person at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the new &lt;strong&gt;summary&lt;/strong&gt;: Racer by night and heiress by day, Alex Montez has got her hands firmly on the steering wheel. That is, until the new kid threatens to make her two worlds collide, throwing everything into a tailspin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you click on it if you saw that? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit behind on the news, sorry, I've been busy-ish. My tuition teacher tells me that there are &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;40 cases of h1n1&lt;/span&gt; in singapore now, and they're closing down the schools in Australia. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Pat&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sya &lt;/span&gt;and I had a conference call using Sya's phone. It makes me realise that my two best friends are CRAZY. Well, Pat at least. She bursts into song at every opportunity xD and we even did a mock-dj thing AHAHA. "The hardest question in the history of radio station quiz shows. What is the color of an orange?"&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't answer that. :( =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, zb was unavailable since he was at that very moment watching 'drag me to hell'. What was weird was that when Pat called me earlier she was telling me about it, 'cos she'd watched it that day, and then I got all excited about it and I knew Sya doesn't like horror movies so I was gonna ask zb to watch with me. AND THEN AND THEN he tells pat he's watching a movie, and it's 'drag me to hell'. O.O The universe is conspiring against me? Hmm, I should go to India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Sya and I woke up super early to see the &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;sunrise&lt;/span&gt;. We walked in the rain, we jaywalked and then we met Pat and ate Roti Prata (yum). Ahaha super summarised 'cos I need to leave for Mavis in a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that things work out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Gah, why do I have such expensive taste? ;( SCREEEEEEEEEAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-edit-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello peeps, I'm just back from Mavis. And a scrumptious (i never could spell this word) salmon dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have depressing news! That essay I wrote for Ms. Chan has been called 'impressive' and 'very good'. Everytime I read that I feel nauseous. Because. I kinda just took a huge chunk from wikipedia and added my own words to it. :(&lt;br /&gt;I feel horrible about that. I'm a lazy pig, I know, but I just couldn't bring myself to research and read tons of scientific papers until my eyes bugged out. And Ms. Chan said that I should cite my sources and make sure that the essay is made up of my own words and ideas as far as possible. Sigh. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very very ashamed of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-edit-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PRIS GOT INTO VJC via DSA SOCCER!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's so awesome. I'm so proud of her. :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-2833036383256856259?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/2833036383256856259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=2833036383256856259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/2833036383256856259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/2833036383256856259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/06/david-noodles.html' title='david noodles'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-5319846545066972</id><published>2009-06-14T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just do it</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Allen Ginsberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gritting my teeth and researching on &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;GM foods&lt;/span&gt; right now. It's quite fascinating, really (&lt;i&gt;not.&lt;/i&gt;). I'm such an idiot to choose this topic, dammit. (&lt;i&gt;ahem&lt;/i&gt;.) This essay will be done to the best of my ability. I will not shamelessly copy wholesale from &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;i&gt;bless wiki, it's so helpful&lt;/i&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO MORE DAYS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *jumps around* Ahahaha okay you're probably not as excited as I am. I think that instead of New Year's Resolutions, people should make &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;birthday resolutions&lt;/span&gt;! Because it's like, a new age and everything. :D You can do stuff that you've never done before (&lt;i&gt;cough, nc-16 movies, cough&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss being 15 though. Haha, it's such a nice number, you gotta admit. And there's a really nice song about it by the group that did superman (the name evades me). OH YEAH, five for fighting. They're awesome, they rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madness in the moonlight! I like that. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently blasting &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;mcr's the black parade&lt;/span&gt; album, it's nice and rocky and gets you maaaaad. :D I like all their songs o.o that doesn't happen very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;yesterday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad day at all, I must say. I went for Mr Ng's tuition in the morning, froze to death as usual and then went home and actually studied some Bio. Mr Ng's tuitions are very inspirational, yknow? He's like, "&lt;strong&gt;21 weeks to olevels!&lt;/strong&gt; Who's still watching tv? WHAT! *shocked face* No more msn! No more dota!" xD He's damn dramatic lah. But he's got a point. I hardly watch tv anyway, but I am like on the com all the bloody time. Why why why is the internet so fascinating???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I gave chinese tuition (haha, chocolates) and walked with Vik down the hill, I took bus 10 to tampines int and went to the library and met &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Sya&lt;/span&gt; and borrowed books. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;today&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition at 3, yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MYSTERIOUS SMS FROM SYA!&lt;/span&gt; sya: "&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;do you like chocolates? :)&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;There are many things I can infer from that, LMAO. I have a wild imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm planning to go to &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Pulau Ubin&lt;/span&gt; this saturday to cycle and explore the island under the hot hot hot sun, and then maybe catch the Changi Gliders in action. xD Tell me if you want to come along, I have like $100 to spend/treat people with, so yeah. I have this urge to get really dirty, and what better place to go than Pulau Ubin? &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pat warns of sand flies&lt;/span&gt;, though. HAHA. Oh and she can't make it. :( I miss her (and her long hair.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOBSTER! (and coconut juice, yes please. xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that GM foods include a pig that can produce omega-3 fatty acids? It's like a salmon! OMG a pig-mon. Sounds like a pokemon. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the tagboard! &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Arnold&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;vin diesel&lt;/span&gt; tagged! I absolutely adore Vin Diesel, 'cos he's so YOU KNOW. Moody and stuff. =P This is awesome. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks for tagging, you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mega-big&lt;/span&gt; celebs!&lt;/span&gt; Hahahaaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what I'm doing on my birthday. &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Bungee?&lt;/span&gt; Skating? Eating (&lt;i&gt;definitely&lt;/i&gt;)? Getting frozen to death in that room in vivo xD? Something to do with &lt;i&gt;chocolates&lt;/i&gt;? Ok, whatev, I'm sure I'll enjoy it 'cos it's with friends. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love House of Wolves! Love it love it love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i&gt;i might just post Dirt today.&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tag&lt;/span&gt; before you leave, k? Tell me what you would do if you had 20 million dollars and didn't have to work for the rest of your life, haha. Alternatively, tell me what you feel like eating right now. RIGHT NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-5319846545066972?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5319846545066972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=5319846545066972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/5319846545066972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/5319846545066972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-do-it.html' title='just do it'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-1943689083030307150</id><published>2009-06-12T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm too honest for my own good, aren't i? o.o</title><content type='html'>I've been at home the past few days, and I'm gonna be at home for the next few. My throat hurts whenever I swallow, and I hate my voice. The only good thing is that my nose has stopped running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm constantly &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt;, and since I prefer typing to actually writing on paper, I'm constantly on the computer. I know my mom disapproves. It annoys me slightly because she probably thinks I'm wasting my time, mindlessly surfing the net when I'm really not. She'll come in and say "you should go out." But I feel sick and down so I shan't. There's nothing much to do at home, nothing going on, I guess that's what happens when you're an only child, when your parents don't sleep in the same bed, when despite the fact that you all live together it feels like everyone is living separate lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really wish for a &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;big family&lt;/span&gt;, for aunts and uncles and cousins to pop by unexpectedly, for siblings to talk to/annoy/be entertained by. I want chaos and messiness and I don't want my mother to be complaining all the time because she thinks no one is listening to her. When I was young I begged for a dog, but all I got was fishes and terrapins, animals that you can't take for walks, can't hug, can't comfort you when you're sad. I didn't really care for those, and of course they died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends have families that truly love each other, and when I see them it's like looking through a very small window, into this &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;perfect family portrait&lt;/span&gt;. I know they aren't perfect, but at least they're so very close to it. And they get moments that take their breath away, moments like sya mentioned in her blog post 'colours'. Her cats all asleep near the door, waiting for them to get back, going for dinner as a family.. In my house, the dining table is overflowing with my father's laptop, discs, books, etc. There's hardly any space to place food, what more to eat as a family? My mom takes her plate and sits in front of the television, my dad takes his to the computer room, and I sit alone at the dining table, because there's only space enough for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I haven't tried. It's not like I threw in the &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;proverbial towel&lt;/span&gt; and surrendered. I asked my mom out to a movie. I asked my dad to go cycling. My mom said, "all your friends can't make it so you're asking me, right?" and all she said of the movie was, "it was okay." and "the tickets are so expensive!" And my dad? "i'm busy, i want to be rich, you should want that too." and "d'you wanna play the cash flow game with me?" He even borrowed this audiobook titled, "rich kid, poor kid." and said "this is for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's that. We're just too different. We just don't connect on too many levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And secretly I'm really pissed at him because he's not even looking for a job, just borrowing books written by rich millionaires on how to make money and how to become just like them. And another part of me is pissed at myself for being pissed at him, like, he's just following his dream if his dream is to become a trader in stocks and I should just leave him to it, right? Except that he isn't happy. Except that now he's all over me on my grades 'cos he says that employers always look at your olevel results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;when did i become this honest&lt;/span&gt;?=/--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something weird is happening, I can feel it. It's almost freaky and I can't explain it. I mean, I could, but then you might explain it all away until it isn't freaky anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I found my penpal's blog, very unexpectedly. I wasn't even looking actually, we don't even talk anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was reading the news today, and came across this amazing article. Apparently this woman threw away this mattress that her mom left, and then later she realised that her mom had stuffed &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;one million dollars&lt;/span&gt; worth of her life savings in the mattress. The woman freaked out, and called the dump people and now they're searching for the mattress with the help of workers and stuff. Amazing, right? ;) That could &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; be a cool story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all for now. I'll be hanging around on here, talk to me if you want. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gardens are not made by singing, "oh, how beautiful," and sitting in the shade.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- rudyard kipling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-1943689083030307150?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/1943689083030307150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=1943689083030307150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/1943689083030307150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/1943689083030307150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-too-honest-for-my-own-good-aren-i-oo.html' title='i&amp;#39;m too honest for my own good, aren&amp;#39;t i? o.o'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-4287284576412936104</id><published>2009-06-11T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just a WAY long post</title><content type='html'>I feel bad about the last post (which i deleted). Ok, it was kinda childish. And. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Hongy&lt;/span&gt;'s in my house right now. We had cereal for lunch. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept really early last night, like, 1am-ish. Haha so did&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; Sya&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Zb&lt;/span&gt;. =) I don't think I've ever stayed up the whole night before, and I don't think I ever will. I just can't take the torture and the bloodshot eyeballs and that horrible feeling of being suspended between dreams and reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..which I experienced today in tuition at the ungodly hour of 7.30am. Who freaking gets up that early? Oh yeah, me. And my stupid father was, for some reason, showering at 7am in the morning, so I had to shower in the other bathroom, minus my soap, facial foam, toothbrush, etc. Rarr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In tuition, I &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;spazzed out&lt;/span&gt;. This girl was talking to me, and I was like, "sorry, what did you say?" then some guy in the corner was like "haha she's staring into space!" Uh, DOTZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also in deep shit, since I owe &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Ms.Chan&lt;/span&gt; an &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;essay&lt;/span&gt; that was supposed to be handed in last Thursday. The topic is &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;'genetically modified foods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' and it's so yawn-ifying I want to stab myself when I think of it. I want to write a narrative, dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt; too, today. Sore throat and running nose. Which is part of the reason Hongy's studying in my house instead of the library. She isn't studying actually... she's reading a book. Hmm. I suppose my bookworm-ish presence does that to people. Gory detail here: I coughed up bloody phlegm in the morning. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, I am reading the yahoo news online. I am more knowledgeable than you now, probably. S'pore now has &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;21 cases of h1n1&lt;/span&gt;, and its been declared a global pandemic. The big question is: will school close down? &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Mr Ng&lt;/span&gt; mentioned that if the situation gets worse, they'll push the olevels this year to next year or something. Worst case, they'll take the prelim results instead. That would &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; suck and screw things up, like badly. We'll be the first ever express batch of sec five students. Frankly, I hope school closes down, but I don't want them to push the olevels back. This is depressing. (and you know it's bad when zb says 'sigh.' in an msn convo. *grabs zb's hand and squeezes it* =) I bet he's having a fun time right now though!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;President Obama&lt;/span&gt; wrote a note of absence for this girl who ponned school to go and see him. It's pretty cool xD She went with her dad, see, 'cos Obama was holding some sort of question-and-answer thing. Her dad was like: "my daughter skipped school to see you. i hope she doesn't get into trouble." and Obama was like: "what's her name?" Her name's Kennedy, and she has a &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;handwritten letter-of-excuse&lt;/span&gt; from the President of the United States of America explaining why she didn't go to school that day and she's only ten-years-old. xD xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Gordon Ramsay&lt;/span&gt;, from hell's kitchen, got a scolding from his mama for calling some tv presenter an ugly cow. Apparently he also got slammed by some Brits and Australians (the tv presenter is from australia) and he apologised saying his comments were 'stupid' and 'careless'. He may be a celebrity chef, but right now he's eating humble pie. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news is actually quite interesting! Oh, and scientists predict that &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Earth&lt;/span&gt; may crash with another planet in like a few billion years. They say that mercury, being the planet closest to the sun will probably go out of sync with the orbiting and collide with another planet which will begin this whole domino effect of throwing the world into chaos. Yikes. The world is gonna end whether we like it or not, but I sincerely hope it's not in my lifetime. I don't really fancy being a renegade and going around shooting people and exploding things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's what's going on in the world. Today in tuition my teacher was like, "we should all watch the news! from now on everytime you come for tuition i'll make you tell me one piece of news... in chinese." And we all gave her the "&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;oh please tell me you're kidding&lt;/span&gt;" face. Pshhqqkk, I can make my own news. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;News from jac's world&lt;/span&gt;: I am nearing the end of chapter four of dirt, and I'm throwing some new people in there. I'm pretty satisfied with the first three chapters actually, but I'm still not comfortable about posting them because, um, I don't want to jinx it. I would rather write at my own pace, than be rushing to finish another chapter just to satisfy the readers, yknow? I like dirt, right now it's full of magic for me. I've never written romance before, and this is primarily a romance. o.o And.. I'm okay with sya and zb being the only people reading it, really. =] Not to say I'm &lt;i&gt;definitely&lt;/i&gt; not gonna post it however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what goes on in my head when I'm writing. There's this 'zone' you get into. You know you're in it when your head is pounding with words, rearranging them and thinking ahead and backwards and in between. So completely focused that the next time you look up, two hours have whizzed by. It feels like your eyelids are taped such that you can't close your eyes, because you're so absorbed you're staring at the screen and typing non-stop. And &lt;i&gt;perfect&lt;/i&gt; words, not cheem words mind you, every word that just &lt;i&gt;fits&lt;/i&gt; the emotion you're trying to put across feels like a small triumph. I love it. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, support Sya by reading and reviewing her story, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Second Best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It's about this girl who has a crush on her guy best friend, and it's lovingly emo. xD Go to our fictionpress account link at the left side *points*, it's under scribbles. I adore the title. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG HONGWEN FREAKING FINISHED READING THE BOOK. O.O She is a reading FIEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Anyway, I'm quite annoyed at you right now.&lt;/span&gt; Yes, you. Because I know once you finish reading this post, you're gonna: 1. close the window or 2. click on another link and get out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, do that. But I will hate you forever if you do. There is a third option. &lt;strong&gt;3. TAG!&lt;/strong&gt; And you can do whatever you want after that. And it'll make me happy. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-4287284576412936104?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4287284576412936104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=4287284576412936104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/4287284576412936104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/4287284576412936104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-way-long-post.html' title='just a WAY long post'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-2362999546283917540</id><published>2009-06-09T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;yesterday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;unbelievably awesome&lt;/span&gt;, and I stress on the 'unbelievable' part. Me, Sya, Zb and Pat were supposed to meet up at some point or another but Sya had to go on an impromptu road trip to Malaysia (in search of evasive... coconut juice!) and Pat couldn't go out. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and zb went to &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Pasir Ris&lt;/span&gt; to study, and what better place to study than... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;escape theme park&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? HAHAHAHA. We paid $17.70 each to get in. I haven't been there since 6/1's reunion four years ago. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on the log ride thingy (i forgot the name) and got &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;wet&lt;/span&gt;, then we went on the&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; Viking&lt;/span&gt; and the kiddy roller coaster that moved surprisingly fast. We DID study though! Zb was working on some proposal thingy. I &lt;i&gt;attempted&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;mr ng's trigo paper&lt;/span&gt;. I REALLY suck at trigo. =( &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(it hates me. i know it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We studied for a bit, then we took a break and went to play at the carnival. At which I won a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GIANT &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt; PLUSH TOY BEAR&lt;/span&gt;. :D I've never won that before!! It's kinda bulky xD We took turns carrying it. Barnacle followed us for another round of the Viking and then to the haunted house! xD The dude carried the bear and followed behind us. It's kinda nice having a soft pink bear behind you in the haunted house, because it was pitch-dark and I couldn't see in front of me and I wasn't wearing my glow-in-the-dark nail polish. I think people rush through the house instead of taking the time to look at the props and everything. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Viking remains my favorite ride. :D Can't get enough of it. Oh yeah, we went on the Superman ride too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that it was back to&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; studying &lt;/span&gt;at BK, except now there was a giant teddy bear beside me. Some guy recognised zb. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.10pm-&lt;strong&gt;Night at the Museum TWO&lt;/strong&gt;. Barnacle couldn't get into the cinema. :( They kept him in a storeroom for claiming after the movie. Neways, NATMTWO is &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PURE WIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Freaking go and watch it!&lt;/span&gt; And get couple seats right at the back. Spacious sia. xD THE &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;RED BALLOON DOG&lt;/span&gt; IS SO RANDOM AND CUTE! It was plodding around at parts of the movie and it made me laugh! Even though it didn't really play a role, but still... &lt;strong&gt;SO CUTE&lt;/strong&gt;. And it was amusing how this &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ancient&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Egyptian pharoah who had been BROUGHT BACK TO LIFE (XD) whined like a teenage girl ("OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD YOU &lt;i&gt;DID NOT&lt;/i&gt; JUST DO THAT!") XD XD LOVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zb rushed off after the movie, so I took 21 back to tampines. People &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;STARE &lt;/span&gt;when you carry a giant soft toy around. I was getting quite sick of it. I went to Pat's house and gave it to her, so Barnacle is happily sitting on her bed (go to her blog for pics).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, unbelievably awesome day. :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to that &lt;i&gt;very special&lt;/i&gt; someone I mentioned in my last blog post. You probably know him. He's none other than... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOHNNY DEPP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(LOL JOSE)&lt;/span&gt; He rocks my ahs converse socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;today&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep smiling to myself. xD Going to meet &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;hongy&lt;/span&gt; for lunch and study soon, if she replies my sms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day, you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. pat, sya, zb, if you see this and you're free, drop by the library woncha? it's been too long. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-edit-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeek, so embarrassing. I thought we were supposed to study today, then it turns out she thought it was friday! =S Lost in translation? So I'm at home now with the whole afternoon to slack... which I shall not, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Liching&lt;/span&gt; was just online and she completely surprised me by asking if I had the new &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;nickelback&lt;/span&gt; album. Then she said she saw it in the store and she wanted to buy it for my birthday present but she didn't know if I had it already and she's gonna send it to me! All the way from &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt;! OMG so sweet right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won the friendship lottery, for sure. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-2362999546283917540?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/2362999546283917540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=2362999546283917540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/2362999546283917540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/2362999546283917540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/06/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-8900186958311868819</id><published>2009-06-08T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gigantuan</title><content type='html'>Hey all! How are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been fine, if a bit &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;lazy ass&lt;/span&gt;-ed. All I've been doing is go for tuition, give tuition, and read stories on the net, get inspired, write a crappy piece, delete it, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need a&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; study date&lt;/span&gt;! Something to get me back into the swing of things. I feel really out-of-touch with the whole 'thou art a student, thou shalt study' commandment. So.. hopefully, tomorrow I will get back on track. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super excited for tomorrow. If everything works out, I'll get to watch &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Night At the Museum 2&lt;/span&gt; which I've been waiting AGES for (ask anyone)!! I watched the first movie yesterday night 'cos it was showing on channel 5 and even though it was my second time watching it, I still LOL-ed at certain parts. xD It's awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is someone &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; special's birthday! *winkWINK* I love him to bits. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an aside note, this is to all you hormonally-charged teens out there. Before you succumb to your &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;primeval instincts&lt;/span&gt; could you please THINK about the consequences for a bit thanks! Stupid stupid _____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now was hilarious as&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; Sya&lt;/span&gt; and I started singing &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Dragostea Din Tei&lt;/span&gt; over the phone. :D You know, that numa numa ei song? HAHAHA. I LIKE TO MOVE IT MOVE IT. All those iconic theme songs that became worldwide crazes?? What ever happened to them? :D They unite the human race!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I ran into &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Chun Luan&lt;/span&gt; at the bus stop. She's this girl I was pretty close to in primary school, we went to the same tuition and had tons of fun. xD When I saw her, I was like, "Hiiiee.. I haven't seen you in like a few years... &lt;i&gt;so, what's up&lt;/i&gt;?" Then she mock-smacked my head. HAHA. I remember her being violent. xD xD Good to see her again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this superrr weird dream that you probably don't care to hear about. It was &lt;i&gt;tres&lt;/i&gt; weirdito. So it involved zb and sya and me and we were on this cruise ship and a kraken tried to eat us but then some human-looking frogs jumped onto the boat and flying fox-ed us to safety! Ok, now do the weirdiggity. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I've run out of content when I start to blog about dreams. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DUM-DUM, GIVE ME GUM-GUM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-8900186958311868819?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/8900186958311868819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=8900186958311868819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/8900186958311868819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/8900186958311868819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/06/gigantuan.html' title='gigantuan'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-5876592267866058654</id><published>2009-06-06T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THTS</title><content type='html'>Good morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too hot to sleep. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle isn't home yet. !! Oh, he is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K byee. I'll probably go check out some late-night shows or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-5876592267866058654?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5876592267866058654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=5876592267866058654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/5876592267866058654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/5876592267866058654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/06/thts.html' title='THTS'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-3627035753157942569</id><published>2009-06-06T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT'S THAT NOISE? OH IT'S SINGING.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I like wandering around. I don't like wandering around with people who don't like wandering around. Why can't we just &lt;i&gt;be&lt;/i&gt;? Why ask for more? why ask for a point? points are sharp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the long queue outside &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Cathay&lt;/span&gt;. =D &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Paul Twohill&lt;/span&gt; was there and he sang an excerpt from his song and did Advertising 101. Hahaha, he's okay lah. Not too pushy or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auditions &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;extending&lt;/span&gt; until tomorrow. LMAO. By the time you see the judges you'll probably have a nice tan! Peeling skin is so sexaye =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Sya&lt;/span&gt; bought a &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;'little miss'&lt;/span&gt; shirt. I want one of those, haha! But only skinny girls wear those. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All balloons out there, beware zb's long fingernails. xD xD and how we abused hector like zomg. He had a short, tragic life. A little kid ran away with his remains!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home real early 'cos &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;zb&lt;/span&gt; had a concert, so Sya and I sat at the court and discussed fanfic. It felt like four years ago again. =X And... everyone, Hector burst. I kinda like the name Barnacle now. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Honey Malt Crunch&lt;/span&gt; from Gelare for the first time! Yes, it lives up to the HYPE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also ate a fried banana at Sya's house! And typed on her com and everything. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day, good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye, vj. xD xD &lt;strong&gt;NOT QUITE YET&lt;/strong&gt;. Still fighting, still hanging in there, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;100% action.&lt;br /&gt;0% talk.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. got my first bday present from mom today. how sweet is that? =] it's an army green converse shirt. i heart it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-3627035753157942569?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/3627035753157942569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=3627035753157942569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/3627035753157942569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/3627035753157942569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-that-noise-oh-it-singing.html' title='WHAT&amp;#39;S THAT NOISE? OH IT&amp;#39;S SINGING.'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-553532672949200211</id><published>2009-06-05T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>piercing</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;yesterday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to go to the bbq at 7pm thereabouts, but &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;jiahao&lt;/span&gt; messaged me and asked me to go earlier with him. I made him wait for an hour at &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;White Sands&lt;/span&gt;. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we reached around 6ish, and they'd already started the fire! YAY we have learnt! HAHA. I spent some time trying to get the&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; orange syrup : water&lt;/span&gt; ratio right, and then people came and drank it all and the process had to be repeated over and over again. Hmph. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Mrs. G&lt;/span&gt; came! xD She brought her illegal dog called Brownie. Some girls were screaming 'cos they're scared of dogs, haha. Their loss. Mrs. G also brought &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;curry&lt;/span&gt; and french loaf for us. It's delicious. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate so many marshmallows! Got a sugar high after. HAHA. Standing around the bbq pit with&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; jose&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;jeremie&lt;/span&gt; was fun. Jeremie was playing his music and they played this game called 'don't forget the title of the song'. Hilarious. xD I really enjoyed myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 'dear ms.student council president' expressed surprise at the state of my nails.&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; Janus&lt;/span&gt; asked me if I aimed to be a&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; bimbo&lt;/span&gt; like in my role of sports story. HAHA. &lt;strong&gt;YEAH. XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left at around 10ish, squeezed in hongwen's parent's car with shuting, si hui and hongy. Thank your parents for the ride&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; hongy&lt;/span&gt;! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;today&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with hongy at tampines interchange and we went to check out the &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;book sale&lt;/span&gt; at Expo. We digressed and went to see the clothing sales and the John Little sale too. xD I bought a book and two shirts. One of them is &lt;i&gt;absolutely&lt;/i&gt; gorgeous (haha hanger hahaha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hongy bought nail polish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;subway&lt;/span&gt; for the first time in Spore. It's GREAT. I love it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tuition, dropped stuff off at Sya's house. TEEHEE. Lend me that book when you're done with it!! GO MICHAEL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;tomorrow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to check out the&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; SI auditions&lt;/span&gt; at cathay (i think). Probably bringing a camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ZOMG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I don't know what to wear!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;..kidding, dude. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-553532672949200211?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/553532672949200211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=553532672949200211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/553532672949200211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/553532672949200211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/06/piercing.html' title='piercing'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-4710136172547836392</id><published>2009-06-03T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sockward!!</title><content type='html'>It's in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;13 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Lucky number xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't already gotten me a present, here are some ideas:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Airman by Eoin Colfer&lt;/span&gt; (this is a book, I saw it in Times)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Glow-in-the-dark nail polish&lt;/span&gt; (only available at science centre--get one for yourself too, it's awesome!!)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;make one yourself!&lt;/span&gt; (google 'diy presents', there's loads! that's what i did for zb's present. =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I will laugh if I end up getting two copies of Airman!! HAHAHA. Any number of nail polish is fine, thanks. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;physics SPA 3&lt;/span&gt;, and they weirdly chose a topic that involved dropping marbles from a certain height onto the table and allowing it to bounce and bounce and bounce. Can you imagine the noise? Cue migraine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor poor &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;sj&lt;/span&gt;. =( He's emoing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I ended up not studying with &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sya&lt;/span&gt; 'cos of umm I dunno if she wants me to type it here so I shan't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Hongy&lt;/span&gt; and I went to eat &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;carrot cake&lt;/span&gt; at 85. Yummy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have class bbq later so I'll be home late. Tomorrow is book fair with hongy and sat is SI auditions!! LG. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amore at Tampines 1 has a&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; swimming pool&lt;/span&gt;, dammit. I know what I'm gonna ask my uncle for. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eliz, this is for you. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gluttony, Take Two (or more, if you can afford it =P)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margaret, more commonly known as Margie, attempted to heave herself up off the floor from where she sat amongst empty Vodka bottles. Cheap cotton bedsheets hung somewhere near her shoulder from where she slouched at the foot of the bed. Her sausage-like fingers gripped the sodden bedsheets to gain leverage, however only succeeding in tugging them down with her. Margie collapsed against the wooden bed post, hard and unforgiving against the soft flesh of her back. Her bleary eyes, half-opened, took in the room around her, even though she was not really looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The alcohol churned in her stomach like rain-swelled waters, while her stomach felt like it was trying to do the poka and head stands all at once. Margie felt the bile shooting up her parched throat like a searing flame and clamped her mouth shut. Her brain, despite having been overrun by ants intent on world domination, sent the weak signal that she was about to reaquaint herself with her liquid dinner, whether she liked it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiky carpet bristles dug into her knees and palms like thorns as Margie crawled her way to the bathroom, its bright fluorescent lights guiding her like prophets to the messiah. She rested her feverish head on the toilet seat, its cool indifference bringing her some much-needed relief. Her stomach flipped again, and then twice more for good measure. Margie felt her throat constrict and then widen as brownish-green gunk gushed out of her mouth and into the toilet bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margie's deprived brain instructed her to gulp for oxygen and she did so, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She did not know how long she sat slumped against the toilet, strangely reminiscent of her position against the bedpost ten minutes before. The singularly white decor of the bathroom, overbearing at first, was bleaching her mind for her, ridding her of all the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her now-empty stomach gave a low growl, as if to say, &lt;i&gt;feed me or else&lt;/i&gt;. She did not bother to wash her hands or mouth as she made her way unsteadily into the bedroom area, where there was a trolley stacked high with plates of pudding, cakes, and anything sweet she had seen on the room service menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her cell began to ring, accompanied by the jaunty tune of 'the Hat dance'. Dancing was the last thing Margie felt like doing as she shoved her hand into a caramel-glazed pudding and proceeded to stuff her face with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beep&lt;/i&gt;. The call had gone through to voice mail. Margie owned a SMARTphone, which automatically played her voicemail messages whenever her inbox was full. Following that, it would helpfully delete all her messages for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beep. All message playback. Beep. Message one.&lt;/i&gt; "Hi MARGIE! Where are YOU? We're all so WORRIED about you! I asked CHARLIE but he wouldn't tell me ANYTHING!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jodie, her best friend. Margie licked the caramel off her fingers one by one. She didn't like Jodie all that much. Never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"--Call ME when you're BACK we can go to that darling new JAPANESE place in town!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margie hated Japanese food. She reached for the sinful chocolate-banana cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;End message one. Beep. Message two.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Margaret, what's this I hear about you deserting your family? You have caused me grave embarrassment. Charlie is so worried about you. Your father is devastated. Wherever you're off gallivanting to, I hope to God you have not eloped with the gardener. Do not shame the Renaldo name."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rolled her eyes. That bowl of waffles and ice cream was calling her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;End message two. Beep. Message three.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Margie," the calm voice began. She paused. Her husband, Charlie. Soon-to-be-ex husband, to be specific. "Don't do this. Don't do this to yourself or the kids. Wherever you are, come back. The kids need you. I.." He trailed off. Margie held her breath, wondering if he would continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beep. End message thr--&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You &lt;i&gt;what&lt;/i&gt;!" She exploded, letting fly bits of waffle from her mouth. Margie grabbed the phone off the bed and threw it onto the carpet where it didn't break, so she stepped on it until she heard the satisfying crack of the plastic. The anger spurting through her veins made her feel powerful, until her vision blurred and she realised she was crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating made the ebb and flow of her mental anguish seem like distant shores, and while she was at sea, alcohol kept her company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And truth be told, Margie really needed a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she reached for the plate of... delicious crabmeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;fin.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i might surprise you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-4710136172547836392?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4710136172547836392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=4710136172547836392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/4710136172547836392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/4710136172547836392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/06/sockward.html' title='sockward!!'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-7971150904951503947</id><published>2009-06-02T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boom boom boom BOOM</title><content type='html'>I am &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;supremely&lt;/span&gt; jealous of my dad. His friend invited him to eat at &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Sizzlers&lt;/span&gt;. !!! They have awesome steaks and a salad bar. RARR. What sucks is that I could have gone too, except that I missed tuition this morning (can you blame me? it was at 7.30am okay--ungodly hour!!) so I have to make up for it by going later at 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tuition I'm going to &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;tampines central&lt;/span&gt; to meet up with &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sya&lt;/span&gt; and run some errands. I need to buy my pen--it ran out of ink and I don't like writing with any other pen. And &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;tennis &lt;/span&gt;at 5pm. That will be my day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ECP&lt;/span&gt; and met up with &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;zb&lt;/span&gt; who had school until 6pm, the poor thing. I would totally bail on school if I had it til 6 every day. And they have a workshop on writing &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;expository&lt;/span&gt; somemore! *runs away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA the wind is awesome there, it never stops! I wanna go there and cycle some time. Any takers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also we completely missed bus no. 31 'cos it was coming then we stood up then it just &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;whizzed&lt;/span&gt; past. =X And then the bus after that almost did the same thing, LOL! Zb was like "what is with the bus drivers today!!" They must be PMS-ing. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, then some &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;VS band members&lt;/span&gt; crossed the road to the busstop. They're having a concert soon so they practice til really late in school. Nil Sine Labore. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got on a really dark double decker 31. Fun listening to the conversation. xD Boys are so entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly the fun fair at zb's house has packed up and gone. (".)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I thought my mom had dinner waiting for me, but it turned out that she didn't. She asked me to eat yogurt instead. I was like 'O.O'. I really like yogurt and all, but seriously, for dinner?? Anyway I had cereal and some leftover chicken instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote yesterday too =] Finished up &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gluttony version 2&lt;/span&gt; which Mrs.G wanted. I haven't heard back from her about it but I like it, especially the last sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: hopeful =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag and tell me about your hols! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. If you have nothing to do, why not practice doing one hundred push ups? That's something you can show off! Hahahaha. Click &lt;a href="http://hundredpushups.com/index.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I think it's awesome. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-7971150904951503947?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/7971150904951503947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=7971150904951503947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/7971150904951503947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/7971150904951503947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/06/boom-boom-boom-boom.html' title='boom boom boom BOOM'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-8933312356386797842</id><published>2009-06-01T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>elephante ears</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Do you dream, that the world will know your name&lt;br /&gt;So tell me your name&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sat night&lt;/span&gt; I met up with &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sya&lt;/span&gt; to go check out zb's &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;fun fair&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, I know we've been there like three times but still.. it's FUN. *eye roll* Sya bought a &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Monopoly set&lt;/span&gt; haha and she stood there for very long trying to decide between the two &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Disney&lt;/span&gt; sets (pixar or classic? HMMM. xD). The shopkeeper was like *taps feet* =P Meanwhile I bought three bottles of nail polish--&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;, red, gold. I painted my toenails purple and my mom da nurse was like 'dead people have purple nails' or something like that =/ Oh, I bought a ring too. xD I'll be like, "I'm engaged!" Then you must ask "TO WHO?" xD xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I REALLY REALLY LOVE THE KEBAB THERE&lt;/span&gt;. PAT HAVE YOU TRIED A RAMLY BURGER YET??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you believe, in the day that you were born&lt;br /&gt;Tell me do you believe?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was spent at home since &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Mr Ng&lt;/span&gt; is off in Bali (completely untrue--the centre is just having its one-week term break) soooo yeah. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BOREDOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sms-ed Sya and asked her "how can i make this day less of waste?" then we went to the library to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt accomplished since I finished the dumb surds, indices etc revision chapter and also helped (sorta) Sya with her bio. We revised the human eye and plant sex. xD Pornographic plants. -.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming, of angels on the moon&lt;br /&gt;Where everyone you know, never leaves too soon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we headed upstairs to borrow books. Sya says she hasn't done that in years. OMG malnutrition!! Feed your &lt;i&gt;sooooul&lt;/i&gt;! xD She ended up borrowing um &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nine books&lt;/span&gt;. Completely max-ed out my card. HAHA. AWESOME. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny on the bus 'cos of all the books hindering movement. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is to one last day in the shadows&lt;br /&gt;And to know a brother's love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the mood for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OREO CHEESECAKE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't have quite the same ring as 'delicious crabmeat'. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh then I went home and went back down again hauling my guitar to lend to Sya. In exchange I borrowed the last three books of the &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Princess Diaries'&lt;/span&gt; from her. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: day not wasted. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is to New York City angels&lt;br /&gt;And the rivers of our blood&lt;br /&gt;This is for all of us, for all of us&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my foray yet again into &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;video games&lt;/span&gt;! HAHA. I spent like two hours installing the HUGE HUGE file. Got to chapter four xD It's pretty cool, it has parallel dimensions and everything but the problem is the bloody graphics keep lagging on me. I finally couldn't take it anymore so I deleted the whole thing. My addiction lasted a day. -.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You can tell me all your thoughts, about the stars that fill polluted skies&lt;br /&gt;And show me where you run to, when no one's left to take your side&lt;br /&gt;But don't tell me where the road ends&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fading away. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;spider &lt;/span&gt;today! Unfortunately couldn't find any ants in my house to feed it with. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Does anyone have ants at home?&lt;/span&gt; Tell me k? Thanks! The as-yet-unnamed spider is black with white stripes and it's like twice the size of Ben my old spider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wanna sunburn, just to know that I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;To know I'm alive&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt;'s gonna be fun. I can feel it. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-8933312356386797842?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/8933312356386797842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=8933312356386797842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/8933312356386797842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/8933312356386797842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/06/elephante-ears.html' title='elephante ears'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-6000601084467166519</id><published>2009-05-30T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gluttony</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Gluttony&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my short time on this planet called Earth I have witnessed many miracles. It never fails to boggle my (admittedly large) mind when I observe the mechanisms on this planet. Although small and insignificant in the grand scheme of things, it has still managed to make quite a name for itself, its reputation extending toward even the outer realms of the galaxy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout my study of the beings that exist on this planet, namely homosapiens, I have noted their unique characteristics and their often bizarre behavioral traits. My hypothesis: there is a logic that dictates their actions, however it evades me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it be noted that homosapiens are not the dominant life form on this planet—not at all. Over the last four billion years or so since the birth of this quaint little planet there have been thousands of variation and mutation of species, resulting in delightful little feathered friends called birds and many others in addition. However, homosapiens seem to completely disregard this fragile co-existence that exists, the balance of give-and-take so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having seen with my own three eyes the steady destruction of this planet, I will point all my fingers (yes, all twenty-three of them) at the homosapiens, for the blame lies heavy on their shoulders. I see the hunger in their beetle-like eyes as they devour the Earth of all its beauty and spirit. My friends, the birds, have chirped in my ear describing the most gruesome scenes, most of which are not fit to be written here. What is taking place here is nothing short of a massacre. Crude and undignified, homosapiens relentlessly seek to mine the Earth and all its resources for their own purely selfish uses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forests have been mercilessly slain, deep oceans sucked dry, animals and wildlife rendered extinct! Homosapiens have had free reign of this Earth for too long. They are but young (barely two thousand years old—the terrible two thousands, we call it), yet they are growing up to be a bloodthirsty race of Neanderthals. For all their ‘technology’ (they have not even mastered teleportation, not even close) and ‘intelligence’ (intelligence! Pah!), by my judgment they are still ranked below the common earthworm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homosapiens ought to be wiped out, and they will not be missed. In an uncontrollable burst of anger I have left threats to dissuade them from their violent pursuits. To my dismay my messages have become sources of passive curiosity for them. They call them ‘crop circles’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am undeterred. My will power is set at maximum wattage. Homosapiens will realize the severity of their actions. I have founded an organization called ‘Green Peace’ and to my surprise the human race is not totally oblivious to its crimes. There are a veritable number of volunteers ready and willing to help, and I am more than capable of pointing them in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At present, I am organizing a conference and have enlisted the help of the owls to deliver the invitations. The top of Mount Everest is the venue. The weather is marvelous there and the temperature just right. I do hope that everyone can make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is just rising and I see hope on the horizon for this species. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Marks: 22/30&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-6000601084467166519?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6000601084467166519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=6000601084467166519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/6000601084467166519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/6000601084467166519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/05/gluttony.html' title='Gluttony'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-475452420357661893</id><published>2009-05-29T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the world begins again</title><content type='html'>What if you heard this song playing, and the voice was bloody awesome, then at the end of it, you hear an audience clapping, and you realise the whole thing was actually LIVE? That's the best thing ever. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sya&lt;/span&gt; and I took mrt to &lt;strong&gt;DA WEST&lt;/strong&gt;, namely &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jurong East&lt;/span&gt;. We found &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Zb &lt;/span&gt;then we went to eat at the library there. I ate alot. xD &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Chocolate spin&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;oreo cheesecake&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; onion rings&lt;/span&gt;. Very very yummy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that they went to pray and I sat on the steps of the mosque and pulled on my hood (i was wearing a hoodie) and pretended I was a gangster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked to &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Science Centre&lt;/span&gt; for the &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Astro Nite&lt;/span&gt; thing! We stood in line for more than an hour so we had lots of time to talk talk talk. =) Hahaha there was this boy in front of us who kept crying like non-stop. And he wasn't even sad lah! He was just doing it to annoy us. &gt;=/ So I told him, "I AM YOUR FATHER." very sternly, then you know what, he actually shut up!! xD xD Sya: "All he needed to hear was the truth." xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally got to the observatory, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SAW SATURN!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; XD YEAH I DID SO THERE. MUHAHAHAHHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the mrt to &lt;strong&gt;JOO KOON&lt;/strong&gt;! Took photos, lay down in the mrt =P, marvelled at the lack of people, etc. HAHA then the next stop at Pioneer lots of people got on so we had to compress ourselves to three seats. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to fall asleep but I did! 'Cos Sya and zb were like nodding off, so I thought 'might as well'. And I'm sorry to any old ladies who got on while I was sleeping and I didn't see you so I couldn't be chivalrous/noble/gentlemanly and offer you my seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY WOKE ME UP AT TAMPINES. By then it was midnight, all the bus drivers had gone to sleep so we walked home. I can't remember half of what I said on the way home. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Happy holidays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Freeze your butt off&lt;/span&gt; in vivocity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let him wish his life&lt;br /&gt;For the sorrows of a stone&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing the first thread&lt;br /&gt;Of these&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing the pain of ice&lt;br /&gt;As its crystals slowly grow&lt;br /&gt;Needles pressing in on the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To live forever&lt;br /&gt;And never feel a thing&lt;br /&gt;To wait a million lifetimes&lt;br /&gt;Only to erode and become sand&lt;br /&gt;Wish not for the stone&lt;br /&gt;But for the fire&lt;br /&gt;Last only moments&lt;br /&gt;But changes everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh to be lightning&lt;br /&gt;To exist for less than a moment&lt;br /&gt;Yet in that moment&lt;br /&gt;To expose the world to every open eye&lt;br /&gt;Oh to be thunder&lt;br /&gt;To clap and ring&lt;br /&gt;To rumble into memories&lt;br /&gt;Minds and spines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To chill the soul and shake the very ground&lt;br /&gt;Pounding even the sand&lt;br /&gt;Into smaller pieces&lt;br /&gt;Or the mountain&lt;br /&gt;Brooding, extinct&lt;br /&gt;Yet gathering for one fatal moment&lt;br /&gt;The power to blow the top clean off the world&lt;br /&gt;Oh to last the blink of an eye and leave nothing&lt;br /&gt;But nothing unmoved behind you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- moment, by vincent guilliano, 1991&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could live an eternity and not change a thing or exist for the blink of an eye and alter everything, what would you choose?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-475452420357661893?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/475452420357661893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=475452420357661893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/475452420357661893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/475452420357661893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/05/world-begins-again.html' title='the world begins again'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-3105175970048054885</id><published>2009-05-27T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life in cartoon motion</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Wake up in the morning, stumble on my life&lt;br /&gt;Can't get no love without sacrifice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What jc do you wanna go to?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I have been asked this question numerous times in the past few days. The reason its been on the tips of everyone's tongues is because it's DSA season. In fact, &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Pris &lt;/span&gt;just went for her soccer trial today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me it's like an ultimatum. It's &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;all or nothing&lt;/span&gt;. It's VJC or poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, my dad is against me going to poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's VJC or suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If anything should happen, I guess I wish you well&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of heaven, but a little bit of hell&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I rushed home from school to tuition, where a boy disturbingly told everyone that he'd known my mother for 20 years and that they grew up together. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tuition I ate a mango and met &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sya&lt;/span&gt; to study at the library. I am always amazed at the amount of stuff zb/sya brings to study. She brought bio, lit, amath, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I couldn't decide what to study so I brought everything."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sya, in her defence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Zb&lt;/span&gt; will willingly lug around a bag full of past year emath papers. And should you forget to bring your calculator, he has a SPARE, how handy! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We studied for about an hour then went to check out the night market near Zb's house. I bought &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;two tea eggs&lt;/span&gt; (my fav) for $1 and Sya bought a burger. Yummy. :) *cue violence with eggs* HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;2 o'clock in the morning, something's on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Can't get no rest; keep walkin' around&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to have tennis today, thus stayed back in school. I accompanied &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;hongwen&lt;/span&gt; to the &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;dentist&lt;/span&gt; and got lectured about proper dental hygiene blah blah BACTERIIAAA. Oh yeah, there's a &lt;strong&gt;confirmed case &lt;/strong&gt;of the H1N1 virus in Singapore... ya'll better take care of yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to class after the trip to the dentist and only Pris and her friend were in there, blasting music and talking and doing chinese compos. So I sat at my desk and &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;slept&lt;/span&gt;. Really slept, like, the next time I woke up was 40mins later. Then Pris and co. left for her DSA thingy at VJC so it was just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4.30pm, I got a call to say tennis was cancelled so I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is the way you left me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pretending.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird thing; on the way home, I just had this urge to take a bus to east coast park and maybe call zb and ask him if he's going home or something so we can meet up. I almost called him, but then good sense kicked in. It was almost five; it was a school day; he'd probably be on the way home already. It's like all this talk about &lt;i&gt;the future&lt;/i&gt; made me feel like I was backed into a corner and I wanted to bolt (like usain bolt, i'm not lame). Like, you just wanna get away, yknow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is the way that we love,&lt;br /&gt;Like it's forever.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plans for tomorrow; tennis at 5pm, tuition at 7pm, in between I somehow have to get my own dinner from somewhere... I'm thinking the kebab at the night market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Mrs. G&lt;/span&gt; says this is the time when we're gonna make decisions that's gonna change our lives forever, that every action we take now will have an impact some decades later. Thinking like that is both good and bad. Thinking too much is entirely bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No hope, no love, no glory,&lt;br /&gt;No Happy Ending.&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I'm wasted&lt;br /&gt;And I waste everyday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the time we cling onto our childhood more dearly than ever. We hope..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-3105175970048054885?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/3105175970048054885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=3105175970048054885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/3105175970048054885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/3105175970048054885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-in-cartoon-motion.html' title='life in cartoon motion'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-2888207926861845039</id><published>2009-05-24T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everything's just wonderful =()</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;INCREDIBLE DAY! HELL, INCREDIBLE WEEKEND!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Truly, madly, deeply.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- savage garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard from Zb's blog (nice bloke, that one) that Adam Lambert might be the new frontman of Queen. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;QUEEN DA BEST BAND EVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ADAM LAMBERT! QUEEN! ADAM! QUEEN! &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;ADAAAAM! QUEEEEEEN!&lt;/span&gt; Could there be a more perfect match? =')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Compassion in the jungle&lt;br /&gt;Compassion in your hands, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to make a run for it&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to take my hand, yeah, yeah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an unexpected letter from &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sya&lt;/span&gt; today and it totally made my day. Like, really. No matter what happens for the rest of today, I will be insanely happy and obnoxiously smile-y, like so. :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sya, you're the best at running. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LOL KIDDING&lt;/span&gt;. If you see this, I'm gonna call you like at 6 after my tuition so charge your house phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cause I want to live like animals&lt;br /&gt;Careless and free like animals&lt;br /&gt;I want to live&lt;br /&gt;I want to run through the jungle&lt;br /&gt;With the wind in my hair and the sand at my feet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-2888207926861845039?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/2888207926861845039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=2888207926861845039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/2888207926861845039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/2888207926861845039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/05/everything-just-wonderful.html' title='everything&amp;#39;s just wonderful =()'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-6322298131688162376</id><published>2009-05-23T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>into the mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Tell of a spice trader in the orient&lt;br /&gt;with a vial of gonorrhea bacillus.&lt;br /&gt;Crickets hum in the nearby fields;&lt;br /&gt;the scoundrels line the wharves&lt;br /&gt;while the writer wraps thread around a rusty blade&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- random story idea of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it, I told&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; Mr Ng&lt;/span&gt; my results. I didn't text him, but I plucked up enough guts to call him. And all he said was "don't be sad" and that he'll talk to me tomorrow in tuition. I'm kinda dreading it, but I guess I gotta deal with the consequences of failing a subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt;, utterly broke. This is due in part to treating my mom to a movie today and also the fact that my dad hasn't given me pocket money. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't really like asking for it, given his job situation and all, but daaaah. =/&lt;/span&gt; I guess being rich really solves alot of problems. I read a book once, it said that everyone will always have &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;money problems&lt;/span&gt;, it's just whether your problem is too much money or too little money. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt; watched &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;17 again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! It's alright, I suppose. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And zac efron is really really really good-looking in this one. =P&lt;/span&gt; And &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Matthew Perry&lt;/span&gt;! I love him! He's from friends. But he looks old! But he's still lovely. :D The script could've been better but the acting is good man. And there's all this little random jokes inside which are like LOL-funny. And references to Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like anthems. I like when all the voices come together in resounding harmony and the sort of high that you feel when you hear that. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I notice about &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; is that she chats endlessly when you're face-to-face but online she gives one-two-word answers. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have questions for &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;you guys&lt;/span&gt;: do you fear growing up? what could f.i.s.h. possibly stand for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OHMYGOD. I THINK I HAVE A JONAS BROTHERS ALBUM IN MY COM. O.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; i can't stand them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll, try &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Secret Recipe&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;chocolate and banana&lt;/span&gt; cake. Totally delicious. Share a slice with your best friend, it's fun. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amaaaaath, oh amaaaaath, don't you love me anymore? =(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-6322298131688162376?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6322298131688162376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=6322298131688162376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/6322298131688162376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/6322298131688162376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/05/into-mirror.html' title='into the mirror'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-3331895169436461479</id><published>2009-05-22T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>give me novacaine</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Your chances of getting hit by lightning go up if you stand under a tree, shake your fist at the sky, and say 'Storms suck!'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Johhny Carson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooh! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reading marathon!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Two more books in the last two days. :D And it's not even lunchtime. I rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The Second Summer of the Sisterhood&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Girls in Pants&lt;/span&gt;. They are awesome awesome awesome. Chicklit ftw! (i'm kidding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I really must watch the American Idol finale. I haven't yet. Only the first hour. Zb tells me &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queen &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;performed! And KISS! =() I really adore the performance with &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Cindy Lauper&lt;/span&gt; (sp?). She is just AWESOME. I love her voice. You should too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Public Service day ya'll!&lt;/span&gt; It was yesterday. I played &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;reversi&lt;/span&gt; in the hall with &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Yohana&lt;/span&gt;. At the end I had six whatever-you-call-its left. SIX. Out of, umm 60+? OMG owned. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Food Expo coming up, and the World Book Fair too, and june hols, and &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my birthday&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Astro Nite&lt;/span&gt; at the Science Centre! I'm looking forward to all that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Afterwards, the universe will explode for your pleasure.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Douglas Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Douglas Adams&lt;/span&gt;. Hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy. &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Parody writer extraordinaire&lt;/span&gt;. Read his stuff, your life will &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; be the same again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Someday somebody's going to ask you a question that you should say yes to.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old 97's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-3331895169436461479?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/3331895169436461479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=3331895169436461479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/3331895169436461479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/3331895169436461479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/05/give-me-novacaine.html' title='give me novacaine'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-1053156777712238772</id><published>2009-05-22T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>she must have slipped me a sleeping pill</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I had a little problem at school today, but I solved it--oh, and here's your gun back.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- from a comic strip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; aunt&lt;/span&gt; in Malaysia has some sixth sense or something. Right when I was feeling down, she sent me a whole bunch of emails to cheer me up. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you should know by now, &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Kris Allen&lt;/span&gt; won &lt;strong&gt;American Idol&lt;/strong&gt;. I heard it from Zb. He was like "Name's got an A in it. And an L. And an E. And an R." HAHA I was in chinese lesson and sneakily texting, so all I typed was "you are a mean, mean person." xD He IS, isn't he? xD xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOW?! HOW DID KRIS ALLEN WIN??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'm hoping this turns out for the better for &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Adam&lt;/span&gt;. I think it will, 'cos now he won't have to sing something that's not his style (i.e.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ROCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;), and he'll have much more control over his music. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be hearing 'No Boundaries' on the radio very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I been lookin', I been searchin'&lt;br /&gt;Just to find a little fun&lt;br /&gt;Thought that I would never get me some&lt;br /&gt;So I got myself together and I found&lt;br /&gt;This little song&lt;br /&gt;Now I got a party going on on on on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom went gallivanting in orchard road today, and I love her, she bought&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; sushi&lt;/span&gt; for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm probably going &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;library&lt;/span&gt; later, I have travel lust. Hahaha the library is quite far what! =p I called various people, all not free sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday to jiahao's bro! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was working all the time&lt;br /&gt;I didn't dare to take a rest&lt;br /&gt;My life was complicated just a mess&lt;br /&gt;Now everyday's a holiday &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and all I do is dance&lt;br /&gt;OOH, I got a party in my pants, oh oh oh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and here are my results! I'm putting them in a happy post, just because I must be balanced (if not i'll trip).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MYE 2009 RESULTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;A1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;C6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Chem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;C5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Physics&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;C6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;A2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Combined Humanities&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;A2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Amath&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;D7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Emath&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;A2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;L1R5: 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how would I feel if I saw that on my olevel certificate? I must keep asking myself that. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you buy this record your life will be better&lt;br /&gt;your life will be better,&lt;br /&gt;your life will be better oh,&lt;br /&gt;If you buy this record your life will be better&lt;br /&gt;if you buy if you buy if you buy&lt;br /&gt;Fab Fab Fab Fab Fab Fab Fab&lt;br /&gt;Fab Fab Fab Fab Fab Fab Fab&lt;br /&gt;FABULOUS!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- by tamperer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to this song! It'll make you &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;, no doubt. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-1053156777712238772?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/1053156777712238772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=1053156777712238772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/1053156777712238772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/1053156777712238772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/05/she-must-have-slipped-me-sleeping-pill.html' title='she must have slipped me a sleeping pill'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372030475433554893.post-3872433009479754881</id><published>2009-05-21T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:06:35.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>downfall</title><content type='html'>Sorry, no quotes today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's been awful. Just.. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;goddamned&lt;/span&gt; awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My results are like shiiiite, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hate myself&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself more than my parents hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Ms. Chan&lt;/span&gt; thinks I'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Mrs. G&lt;/span&gt; wants to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to tell &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Mr. Ng&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;chinese tuition teacher&lt;/span&gt; is punishing me by making me write six compos in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and i'm sorry i wished you would shut up when you were so happy that you got good results for ____ .&lt;br /&gt;because i'm an awful person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i deserve this.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; i can't sleep cos i doubt tomorrow will be any better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372030475433554893-3872433009479754881?l=crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/feeds/3872433009479754881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372030475433554893&amp;postID=3872433009479754881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/3872433009479754881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372030475433554893/posts/default/3872433009479754881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedmanipulatorxxx.blogspot.com/2009/05/downfall.html' title='downfall'/><author><name>jac lee =]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLEFjY4JG_c/SO7Ytl_S-wI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V2NinIegaH0/S220/crazed+fishy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
