<?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-8110520749147559460</id><updated>2011-11-28T01:35:54.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>{.this is something worth living for</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>313</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-2035204958442280372</id><published>2009-12-18T17:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T18:20:27.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love my CSHK (&lt;i&gt;Ca-sh-k&lt;/i&gt;) girlfriends!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun. Missed them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry Pratchett is a god. I want to be able to submit essays with his style of writing but that would be unoriginal even if it would satisfy my fangirlyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avatar, Sherlock Holmes, Hua Mu Lan and The Princess &amp; the Frog are just some of the movies I want to watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The September Issue costs $39 at HMV. Booooo.&lt;br /&gt;But they have a Two Books For $20 thing going on so I might be able to go back and persuade my parents to buy it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up Jia Yi. Everyone changes and I guess your classmates did a lot of changing since you last saw them. &lt;b&gt;Love you, girl.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-2035204958442280372?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/2035204958442280372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=2035204958442280372&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/2035204958442280372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/2035204958442280372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-my-cshk-ca-sh-k-girlfriends.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-6274353973612207154</id><published>2009-12-13T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T23:24:15.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice things come in pairs. I'm not very nice.</title><content type='html'>I probably owe this blog a post about how fun Bangkok was but I'm not in the mood to write or recount. Let's just say that after two weeks of good eating and little exercise, I have gained weight. And about a ton of clothes and accessories. Let's leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm changing blog url soon. Finally decided on the one that I liked. I expect I'll get it up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like doing Twilight for my book review just so I can flame Stephanie Meyer. I'm &lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt; tempted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eminem's Beautiful is - again - amazing. Go take a listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L8K0oWUe9_Q&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L8K0oWUe9_Q&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And Joy to the world.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-6274353973612207154?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/6274353973612207154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=6274353973612207154&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/6274353973612207154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/6274353973612207154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/12/nice-things-come-in-pairs-im-not-very.html' title='Nice things come in pairs. I&apos;m not very nice.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-2310831458479746247</id><published>2009-12-10T10:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T10:59:51.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humz.</title><content type='html'>When you're on holiday, sleeping in means waking up at 8.30am. Waking up early is six in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am undoubtedly rather sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in search of a rainbow handbag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the worst tan line ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flats = ewww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me on heels higher than one and a half inch = AHHHH! LOOK OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oldest aunt has an annoying laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to continue reading My Swordhand Is Singing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-2310831458479746247?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/2310831458479746247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=2310831458479746247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/2310831458479746247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/2310831458479746247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/12/humz.html' title='Humz.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-5581721862289967796</id><published>2009-12-07T16:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T17:02:08.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancerous.</title><content type='html'>So. I am satisfying Chloe's want of a new post from me. Very flattering. ((Of course, it may be because everyone else is overseas, busy or otherwise incapacitated to blog.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macau and Hong Kong were good. The weather was perfect; neither too cold nor too warm and it was the best temperature for walking. There was no sweat dripping from any brow even after lengthy walks of over twenty minutes which there were when I was with my dad. The train system in HK was exceedingly convenient since Jordan station was right under our hotel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to go to Hong Kong's Disneyland but Ocean Park was fun nonetheless. Too bad the Dragon ride wasn't ready yet. It looked friggin' amazing. The Mine ride was good though. Twenty seconds of pure adrenaline. &lt;i&gt;Niiiice.&lt;/i&gt; Cor and I went on The Abyss and Raging Rivers twice and it was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll continue this later. I'm watching the new season of House on the internet now and I can't write when I'm distracted. Toodles till tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-5581721862289967796?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/5581721862289967796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=5581721862289967796&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/5581721862289967796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/5581721862289967796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/12/cancerous.html' title='Cancerous.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-1089184038570743510</id><published>2009-12-06T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T22:27:05.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zSHARE - house.notv_www.movieinfo.blog.com_.avi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/download/6593926912fc8c64/"&gt;zSHARE - house.notv_www.movieinfo.blog.com_.avi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-1089184038570743510?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.zshare.net/download/6593926912fc8c64/' title='zSHARE - house.notv_www.movieinfo.blog.com_.avi'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/1089184038570743510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=1089184038570743510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/1089184038570743510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/1089184038570743510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/12/zshare-housenotvwwwmovieinfoblogcomavi.html' title='zSHARE - house.notv_www.movieinfo.blog.com_.avi'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-4369920226431740106</id><published>2009-11-29T11:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T11:11:21.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Departures.</title><content type='html'>So many things to comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;Brotha G, HK and Maths.&lt;br /&gt;Oh homework, how I loathe thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Back either 10 or 11th Dec. Fun times, man.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-4369920226431740106?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/4369920226431740106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=4369920226431740106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/4369920226431740106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/4369920226431740106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/11/departures.html' title='Departures.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-3867018681499298359</id><published>2009-11-26T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T01:22:44.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faded masquerades.</title><content type='html'>So. I'm trying a new 'out of sight, out of mind' thing.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about some new blog address URLs, any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;I currently have:&lt;br /&gt;1. psychodelik@BS&lt;br /&gt;2. philosophikal@BS&lt;br /&gt;3. vendettah@BS&lt;br /&gt;4. omgkimby@BS&lt;br /&gt;5. omgrorschach@BS&lt;br /&gt;6. electricmatchstick@BS&lt;br /&gt;7. lewdzepplin@BS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. kimbotic@BS ((y'know... like bimbotic.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Give a holler to the one you like best? And any other suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kept mum company at work tonight. She was on the phone with India and she mentioned to the Head of XXXX in a phonecall that she was saving the company money. Two shifts for the price of one.&lt;br /&gt;It's sad that if it wasn't for me, Mum would still be at work till 1am when everyone else was gone and fast asleep in their comfy beds while she was pulling in unpaid overtime replying to countless emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me scared to think about the fact that this could be me in twenty years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HK on Sunday till I-don't-know-when. Kind of excited to see how KowLoon looks like and whether it resembles the comic books. Also interested in finally visiting the very last DisneyLand for me. I've been to the ones in Anaheim ((five or six times, if I'm right)), Florida, Paris and Tokyo and it's rather hard to believe this is the last major one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borrowed some intriguing books at the Central Library today. Cor was nice enough to give me a ride there. Even though he's twenty-two, he drives like those nine-year olds at the arcade. One hand on the steering wheel, the other on the gear stick.&lt;br /&gt;Found Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes ((which I might have somewhere in my book cupboard but I'm not sure)), A Mango-Shaped Space by Wendy Mass ((a story about a teenager with synesthesia and how she deals with it)), Over and Over You by Amy McAuley and The Sandman: King of Dreams ((it costs over $50 at Kinokuniya! Boooo)). Fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk later, sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-3867018681499298359?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/3867018681499298359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=3867018681499298359&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/3867018681499298359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/3867018681499298359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/11/faded-masquerades.html' title='Faded masquerades.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-9196235621836476637</id><published>2009-11-24T16:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T17:13:37.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devastation is my name.</title><content type='html'>Went to go do my re-rebonding again after... what - 1 year? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Just sat in the salon chair from 11am to 3.45pm with my ASoUE books (Ersatz Elevator &amp; Penultimate Peril), some Marie Antoinette faux diary and Spook's Sacrifice. The lady who was helping me do the rebonding took a peak inside my bag and was like, "Wah, girl! You bring all books issit?". I kid you not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I just came back and I have a bottle of MineShine Milk Tea that promises it is of the "finest quality" and of "premium" standards. Whatever. Milk tea is milk tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been watching lots of superhero movies recently. Caught Elektra and Daredevil the other day and then the first ten minutes of Iron Man before my mum invaded my room with some pretense of needing me to help her do some stuff and thereafter I was too tired to continue the movie and promptly forgot all about it come morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new Sherlock Holmes movie with Robert Downey Jr, Jude Law and Rachel McAdams looks fantastic. Any takers for watching it with me? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking a lot about the whole BGR-thing lately. I keep wondering how in the world a guy/girl suddenly realizes that he/she wants to hook up with someone and what makes some people so special that the opposite sex (and sometimes even same gender!) wants to get together with that person. Really. &lt;br /&gt;It makes me question so many things about life and relationships. I once read in a book this line where a guy told a girl, "You're not ugly but you're not pretty either" or something along those lines. That quote seems like it could fit me so well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about this makes me so darned depressed yet I can't vanquish it from the depths of my mind. Raw wounds and sea salt, so the analogy goes. I guess all these sadder than sad thoughts are a culmination of seeing so many happy couples together and being avoided-slash-ignored by a Certain Guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't be wallowing in my own self-absorption and self-pity but it's hard to let go, especially when you don't have closure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself in my personal journal last night that I would try to surround myself with as many positive influences as possible so that I stop being so negative about things. Guy Friend, if you're reading this, PLEASE text/MSN/FB-IM me or something. I &lt;u&gt;need&lt;/u&gt; to talk to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-9196235621836476637?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/9196235621836476637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=9196235621836476637&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/9196235621836476637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/9196235621836476637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/11/devastation-is-my-name.html' title='Devastation is my name.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-555929509373953727</id><published>2009-11-22T21:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:59:45.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic win.</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling much better than my teary yesterday self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this on FB today and for some odd reason, I had JiaYi (m)'s blog song &lt;i&gt;I Got You&lt;/i&gt; by Leona Lewis playing and for one intense moment, &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt; the wonderful memories I had of all the new friends I made at LLS, especially my P.A.I.L.S came rushing back to me. Gosh, I can't thank God enough for giving me the opportunity to meet these awesome people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width=400 src=http://img19.imageshack.us/img19/1425/lls03edited.png&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width=400 src=http://img26.imageshack.us/img26/3382/lls01edited.png&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width=400 src=http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/203/lls012edited.png&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna talk about LLS just because I have no clue where to start. Let's just say we sat on muddy grass a lot, made our own water rafts with barrels, pipes and rope, carried a certain group member around on a stretcher for two hours, crawled on dirt, mud and grass, did a mass dance to the tunes of Slumdog Millionaire's Jaiho and screamed ourselves hoarse, some more than others. (Here's looking at you, Qiao En! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Council Camp was slightly less enthusiastic but equally fun as we got to know our fellow councillors and monitors much better despite the camp's shortness. It was tons of fun being a facilitator and I do hope my group (JiaLing, Joy, ZhiNing, Esmonde and Benjamin) enjoyed themselves (:&lt;br /&gt;The nightwalk was kuh-razy. Thank you NCC (Land) boys for sharing your BBQ with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I want to practise Chanbara more :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much thanks to the Camp Committee and EXCO for organising Council's End-Year-Review Camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a BBQ with the family - sans Dad - today for dinner and it was fun. LOVE barbequed sausages! The after-dinner Wii mini-tournament was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Time to get down to completing homework. No more procrastination, Kimberly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-555929509373953727?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/555929509373953727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=555929509373953727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/555929509373953727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/555929509373953727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/11/epic-win.html' title='Epic win.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-6826863136080326817</id><published>2009-11-21T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T22:38:56.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jailed.</title><content type='html'>Taylor Swift's &lt;i&gt;Fifteen&lt;/i&gt; lyrics are haunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;'Cause when you're fifteen and somebody tells you they love you&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna believe them&lt;hr&gt;In your life you'll do things greater than dating the boy of the football team&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't know it at fifteen&lt;hr&gt;When all you wanted was to be wanted&lt;br /&gt;Wish you could go back and tell yourself what you know now&lt;br /&gt;Back then I swore I was gonna marry him someday&lt;br /&gt;But I realized some bigger dreams of mine&lt;br /&gt;And Abigail gave everything she had to a boy&lt;br /&gt;Who changed his mind and we both cried&lt;hr&gt;And when you're fifteen, don't forget to look before you fall&lt;br /&gt;Ive found that time can heal most anything&lt;br /&gt;And you just might find who you're supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know who I was supposed to be at fifteen&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;s&gt;Sometimes&lt;/s&gt; A lot of the time, I get so annoyed with myself for being so concerned about what's happening in my non-existent love life. I mean, I know that the whole BGR-thing isn't at all important. I once read a blog entry from a friend of a friend who was blogging about how meaningless Teenage Love is since it's not about how much you love that person but how long you last and that isn't the right reason for falling in love at all. I mean, I know that. Then why am I so downright depressed about my current state of affairs of my heart? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked Geoffrey something the other day and I realized that I really &lt;b&gt;did&lt;/b&gt; love him in a sibling-like manner or as how he put it, "your brother from another mother". And I'm cool with that. I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just, I get so worried about why &lt;i&gt;A Certain Guy&lt;/i&gt; is totally ignoring-slash-avoiding me. Honestly. It's really hurtful, even though whatever he's doing is unintentional. I would cry if I could but I know that I'm stronger than that and crying about a boy is such a silly thing to do. I guess the main reason why I'm taking it so much to heart is that I put my trust in him and told him things I wished I didn't now that he says his ardour for me has waned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I promised that I wouldn't be posting any more of this emo bull but if I thought the Legendary Leaders' Summit could take my mind off him, I'd be completely wrong. The only subject the St Nicks' girls sleeping next to me talked about was Boys and their boyfriends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;G*d.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It was like opening a g*ddamn can of worms all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll talk about Camp Week some other time. Not in any mood to recount it right now. How tired am I? Let's just say that I'm so exhausted that even the floor is amazingly comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-6826863136080326817?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/6826863136080326817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=6826863136080326817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/6826863136080326817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/6826863136080326817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/11/jailed.html' title='Jailed.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-6357676179611234931</id><published>2009-11-15T23:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T23:09:06.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go, going, gone.</title><content type='html'>Off the face of the Earth in less than 12 hours. Wish me luck that I don't collapse from pure exhaustion (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jet's new album, Shaka Rock, pwns all else.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://images.icanhascheezburger.com/completestore/2008/8/21/campingurdoin128638229473900321.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-6357676179611234931?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/6357676179611234931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=6357676179611234931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/6357676179611234931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/6357676179611234931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/11/go-going-gone.html' title='Go, going, gone.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-2772796460055871241</id><published>2009-11-14T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T22:59:43.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Skells.</title><content type='html'>Kris Allen's &lt;i&gt;Live Like We're Dying&lt;/i&gt; sounds suspiciously like The Script. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Lambert is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OADvtEKDIFI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OADvtEKDIFI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized Tim Gunn is gay. I am sad ): Why are all the nice guys not straight? Poo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;((And why are there only Megavideo uploads of the latest Project Runway episode?! ZShare, where are youuuu?))&lt;/s&gt; YES! Youtube finally has the HD version! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like watching The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus, directed by Terry Gilliam, with someone. Any volunteers? Guy or gal, I'm not too picky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goth Girl Rising is apparently not stocking at Kinokuniya. Mostly frustrated but I am adamant that I shall have it by Christmas. Internet shopping or just plain waiting anxiously at Borders/Kinokuniya till they &lt;u&gt;do&lt;/u&gt; have it, I am desperate to read it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on the topic of books, anything nice to recommend? Reading &lt;i&gt;My Swordhand Is Singing&lt;/i&gt; now, slightly confused as to the plot of the book. Is it about vampires or what? Just not much a fan of the subject matter, I think. Chloe says &lt;i&gt;The Chrysalids&lt;/i&gt; is a good read but I haven't had the time to find it yet. Read some of &lt;i&gt;Initiation&lt;/i&gt; by Susan Fine, twasn't bad if a bit vulgar but it's about a boys' high school in NY so I suppose the author's just staying true to the characters and setting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had art class today and a Skinny Particular Girl (LOL! SPG.) kept shrieking and complaining in such a shrill voice that I had to have my iPod playing at full volume to drown her out. G*d, I just hate SPG sometimes. She keeps on harping about how fat she is, even when she's thinner than the entire class combined. That gets on everyone's nerves, not just mine; you should hear the girls (and guys!) going about how anorexic-minded she is and how she does not realize that she's making everyone else feel ginormous just because of how unconsciously self-absorbed she's being. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;G*d.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss a certain someone like crazy. Feels awful that that certain someone's not talking to me anymore. It's like, "How did things change so much since the last 6 months?" &lt;br /&gt;Me thinks a lot of teens I know have been feeling the same lost-love sort of emotions that I'm experiencing and at the same time, I wonder when I started getting &lt;br /&gt;so dependent on a relationship. Don't remember being like this a long time ago. Once told the person in question that it was a lot like a drug addiction and the admission seemed silly at the time but the comparison isn't too far off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess time'll tell where I'm headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-2772796460055871241?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/2772796460055871241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=2772796460055871241&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/2772796460055871241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/2772796460055871241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/11/skells.html' title='The Skells.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-2577330467731432310</id><published>2009-11-13T19:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T19:18:25.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ef. You. See. Kay.</title><content type='html'>Pissed with ZHSS now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;God, if this is your path for me, I wholly accept it. Hope everything'll be alright.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw some love my way, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((This vulgar voice of mine disgusts me but this is my journal and I can't express what I'm feeling with flowery words.))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-2577330467731432310?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/2577330467731432310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=2577330467731432310&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/2577330467731432310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/2577330467731432310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/11/ef-you-see-kay.html' title='Ef. You. See. Kay.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-3326197268269871119</id><published>2009-11-12T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T00:07:03.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Christ.</title><content type='html'>Apparently, this is the 330th post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Apparently.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about a lot of things lately. &lt;b&gt;Change&lt;/b&gt; seems to be the recurring theme among my concerns. Like, "Oh crap. No more walking home with Dino and HuiYing because we'll be in different classes." and "Eurgh, no matter how much I try to believe that C, S and H are still my best friends, we'll never be able to get back to that same level of closeness we once had with each other." As in, I can't have new experiences with them any more because Sec school friends take 'priority', whatever that means. Even if I wanted them to be there for me, technically, they can't. They wouldn't understand what I was going through and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of this emo bullsh*t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's E1 class outing was mega fun. Mr Tham came! -happy bounce- He's a very nice teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, sorry for making everyone wait. Darned shuttle bus -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, only the bare minimum of the outing in this post since I'm too tired to spew word-vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got on the bus at 9.50-ish, alighted at E!Hub some time after that. Went up to the theatre to try to book tickets but the cinema wasn't open yet. Made a detour to the arcade and watched as ShaoWei wasted much money trying to manoeuvre a glass pole into a hole of the exact same diameter in hopes of winning that huge red Elmo plushie. Needless to say, he failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to Pasir Ris Park after that and laid out the picnic things while some of us went cycling. I myself went cycling with Audrey once she arrived. Rented a couple mountain bikes and started cycling in the hopes of meeting the other e-oneders. Managed to catch JiaYi, Andrea, Shannon and JieYu, so cycled with them and JiaYi brought us to see the ponies on the other side of the park. Cute but stinky quadrupeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycled a bit more and then went to return the bikes. Not too long afterwards, it started to rain so everyone panicked and tried to grab as many things as possible and move it to the nearby shelter. Hid under there until everyone came back from cycling/roller-blading. Walked back to E!Hub for the showing of 2012 that Mr Tham had very kindly helped us book. Aimlessly shuffled into the arcade to pass time. ShaoWei, Edmund and WeiKiat tried to win aforesaid plushie several more times before giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought stuff from the concession stand (I LOVE THEIR SALTED POPCORN!) and waited around till everyone was there to head into the theatre. Had a little confusion with the seats but all was well in the end. Sat down and watched 2012. The CGI was great. I was laughing at some of the more ludicrously lucky parts, like how the non-father had only taken a few lessons and suddenly knew how to fly like a professional pilot. All in all, it was an okay movie. Not great, but not horrid either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a few class photos once we had gotten out of the theatre. After that, everyone waved goodbye to each other and intended to go their separate ways but HAHA - we all ended up at the same bus stop XD Audrey, Keith and Mr Tham cabbed back since Pretty Aud/Odd had a piano lesson at 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flagged down bus 89 with everyone else and eventually got off at Punggol Road. Didn't have to wait too long for 86 and I was finally on the last leg of my journey. Trudged home with aching feet (I HATE YOU, SANDALS) nearing 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy dinner after that.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures should be on FB as soon as HuiYing uploads them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-3326197268269871119?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/3326197268269871119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=3326197268269871119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/3326197268269871119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/3326197268269871119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-christ.html' title='Oh Christ.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-4978185626846054798</id><published>2009-11-11T19:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T19:35:54.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flutterby.</title><content type='html'>I feel the... need to change my blog url. It's just so... not me anymore. I mean, I still love Rorschach but eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe wants me to post more but SRSLY - my life is so boring and I have nothing, nada to post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FYI: Camps all of the 16th - 21st. You might be able to reach me, you might not, depending on whether I can sneak my phone in with my bags. I definitely won't be updating during that time so. Yeah.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-4978185626846054798?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/4978185626846054798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=4978185626846054798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/4978185626846054798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/4978185626846054798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/11/flutterby.html' title='Flutterby.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-2364267060321243450</id><published>2009-11-09T19:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T20:15:55.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scar(let)</title><content type='html'>Haha Chloe, you're the first person in a LOOOONNNGGG time to tell me to update my blog. Mostly, it's because not more than 3 people are actually reading this boring public journal of my life x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what this says about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on to less pessimistic things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been watching V for Vendetta a lot lately. Hugo Weaving is incredible as V. I cannot get enough of his disembodied voice behind the porcelain mask he wears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. This last Saturday was the first time I played on the Wii and I was completely addicted to the Swordplay game on Wii Resort. Bashed through - if you pardon the weak pun - the first seven levels in one sitting (standing?) and duelled against my dad. It was 1-1, as I recall. My brother tried it too and he was great: all he took was one downward blow and the opponent fell off the platform. That's mad skills right there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Saturday was also the first time I felt a real clarity in what I was painting. Like, I didn't jump in straightaway like I was usually wont to do when I did water-painting but I actually &lt;i&gt;planned&lt;/i&gt; what I had to do in order to create a certain effect. It felt good and I actually got a compliment from another student whom I deeply admire for her artistic ability. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Streaming Results Day. Feels weird not to be nervous like some people I know are but that's the truth. What's done is done and I'm ready for wherever God decides to put me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: &lt;img src=http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h31/angedeleau/Mood%20Theme%20-%20Disney/moody.jpg&gt; &lt;i&gt;Mellow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: &lt;u&gt;Details In the Fabric - Jason Mraz ft. James Morrison&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-2364267060321243450?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/2364267060321243450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=2364267060321243450&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/2364267060321243450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/2364267060321243450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/11/scarlet.html' title='Scar(let)'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h31/angedeleau/Mood%20Theme%20-%20Disney/th_moody.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-3392556158328762525</id><published>2009-11-06T23:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T00:29:51.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lewd Zepplin</title><content type='html'>I promised no more OMG I&amp;hearts;HIMSOMUCH&amp;IHATEMYSELFFORBELIEVINGHIM posts yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus the reason I didn't post yesterday and didn't feel like posting today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love from everyone has been nice (x Thanks y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Yesterday was Guy Fawkes' Night and I couldn't find my V for Vendetta DVD. I did, however, manage to find the soundtrack to it at Sembawang (for $4.50 too! Bargain, much?) amongst boxes and boxes of old CDs. Snagged Anna Nalick's &lt;i&gt;Wreck of the Day&lt;/i&gt; album too, it's been pretty much the soundtrack to my life these past two days. I listen to it in my iPod, on my radio, on my computer, everywhere and at all times if possible. Her voice is so perfect for the whole &lt;u&gt;Screwed up in love&lt;/u&gt; sort of songs I can relate to now. Particularly liked &lt;b&gt;Bleed&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;More Than Melody&lt;/b&gt;, especially the latter. Take a listen. You'll fall in love with her songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v-JSal1YfHE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v-JSal1YfHE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fOKb2bT94xU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fOKb2bT94xU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always"allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been talking to Geoffrey a lot. It's nice to have a guy who has the &lt;i&gt;exact&lt;/i&gt; same taste in books as me. Pity, he said his mum packed all his books up while their house gets renovated and they stay at his Grandma's. I'm so jealous of him, he has the whole Terry Pratchett DISCWORLD series /:&lt;br /&gt;All I have are old Robert Ludlum novels from my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found and borrowed the epic Watchmen and John Green's Paper Towns from Bishan Library on Wednesday. Finished both today, I think I shall return them tomorrow or Sunday. Tuesday is Streaming Results day and I am scared that I might have made the wrong decision in the long-term. What can one do with Art, exactly? I should have put something more 'stable'; I had the chance, didn't I? Zachus' Brian Tracy quote about how the greater the goal, the larger the obstacles comes to mind, oddly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 mil in Neo. I am somewhat happy. Yeah, I'm a geek, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum just finished baking Foccacia bread again. I love having a mum who enjoys baking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write later. Eat now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-3392556158328762525?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/3392556158328762525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=3392556158328762525&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/3392556158328762525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/3392556158328762525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/11/lewd-zepplin.html' title='Lewd Zepplin'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-5543758097714769894</id><published>2009-11-04T16:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:47:21.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Torn Heartstrings.</title><content type='html'>I swear I'll stop moping about and posting pathetic self-pitying posts about my current situation with &lt;u&gt;a certain guy&lt;/u&gt; after today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school for the last Humanities bridging course. We watched two videos from Malaysia and I thought the kids they interviewed in it were really cute. But the second video made me a bit frustrated, people in the know should understand why.&lt;br /&gt;But if you don't, it doesn't matter anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I texted him this morning, curious for the reason why he suddenly realized his interest in me had blown out, like a campfire burning into the deep night, all too soon dissipating into a haze of thick smoke, flickering embers and charred remains of what was probably firewood a couple hours back. I asked him whether that spark he mentioned still having was ignitable or like the aforesaid dying embers, its steady glow cooling after some time. I don't expect him to reply to my message; he made it pretty clear a couple weeks back that he wasn't exactly enthusiastic towards wasting a(n?) sms on clingy me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I'd like a little clarity towards his sudden revelation but if he doesn't want to give a girl some closure, well then, that's fine by me. The 'XXXXXX IS AN ASSHOLE' thing I put in big block letters in my journal would just have proven itself true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what frustrates me the most? The fact that I'm pretty sure whatever he said to me right before that fateful text was a lie, or at least, a half-lie. And I can't believe I fell for that. Seriously. I mean, how the hell do you STOP liking someone? By your own volition too. It pisses me off because that means he never /truly/ liked me in the first place - he was just filling an empty part of his life and then, when someone better came along, I got replaced /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I've been giving myself too much credit and this is God's almighty Karma working against me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pretty and I never will be, likely. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not smart, I'm just blessed (I almost typed 'bleed' instead of 'blessed'!) with enough common sense in my genes to know that if you work hard, you get on even footing with those naturally intelligent. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not funny or cute (in the way guys like, at least) or graceful or kind enough that people acknowledge it as being part of my personality.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not friendly in that Audrey/Jiayi-smiley sort of way and I'm definitely not humble enough to make (good!) friends with those of the opposite sex without thinking that they like me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, I suck and I'll never be able to find a guy who likes me as I am and I'll probably have to accept my fate as a lesbian since the only people who love me (outside of my family) are girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I was kidding about that last part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever. Like I told my Godma, this is just another one of those teenage things you experience. Heartbreak. (The quote, &lt;b&gt;If your heart was really broken, you'd be dead by now&lt;/b&gt;, comes to mind.) Rejection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the end of the world. &lt;br /&gt;Is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stronger than this. &lt;br /&gt;It's just like playing a board game and landing on a square that says 'Proceed back to starting square' just as you're about to win. A little disappointing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I won't be seeing him this holiday. I'd just give him that hurt look and then he wouldn't say anything and then I wouldn't say anything and it would be awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;God, give me the strength to forgive, forget and move on.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A/N: Just noticed the record number of 'I's in this post. Great - now I'm selfish too. I should be blogging about how my cousins are living in Vietnam and how I hope that the typhoon doesn't reach them but NO, I have to blog about my tiny insignificant love life. Kimberly, you are pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: &lt;img src=http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h31/angedeleau/Mood%20Theme%20-%20Disney/pessimistic.jpg&gt; &lt;i&gt;An emotion that connotates Sadness, Pessimism, Disappointment and Self-loathing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: &lt;u&gt;Beautiful - Eminem&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-5543758097714769894?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/5543758097714769894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=5543758097714769894&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/5543758097714769894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/5543758097714769894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/11/torn-heartstrings.html' title='Torn Heartstrings.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h31/angedeleau/Mood%20Theme%20-%20Disney/th_pessimistic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-1145604837886264601</id><published>2009-11-03T14:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T15:19:33.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will survive. I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm22/wonder_lick/Quotes%20and%20Sayings/wonder_lick_quote26.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i571.photobucket.com/albums/ss151/heartattackrobot/z185314915.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i853.photobucket.com/albums/ab98/quotes_pics11/catchyou.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1009.photobucket.com/albums/af218/jenheartsyoux/love%20quotes/quote-1-1.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w216/straitdstudentg3/quotes/love-9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-1145604837886264601?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/1145604837886264601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=1145604837886264601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/1145604837886264601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/1145604837886264601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-will-survive.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm22/wonder_lick/Quotes%20and%20Sayings/th_wonder_lick_quote26.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-3805404733146363246</id><published>2009-11-02T17:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:00:15.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I desperately want to use a cussword to describe what I'm feeling but bleh. I don't think the knowledge has sunk in yet or I'm just being my stubborn Taurus self and hoping for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Screw you, screw your mother and screw the horse you effin' rode in on. I'm overreacting and I know it but I kind of wish I had never asked you what I did. The truth hurts like hell and I'm probably going to get an infection with this wound so raw and deep. I feel like a cat. Did you know they are one of the worst animals to show they're in pain? SRSLY.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you, I hate myself and I hate this negativity that is within my being. I mean, I know it's not your fault but knowing what I know stinks. Ignorance would be bliss and you know it and I know you know it but whatever. Honesty's the best policy and I appreciate you not letting me live/breathe/hold on to this lie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I'm in a bad mood. I'd probably do the girly broken-hearted thing and cry myself to sleep but that would be stupid. Just... eurgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw this.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-3805404733146363246?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/3805404733146363246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=3805404733146363246&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/3805404733146363246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/3805404733146363246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-desperately-want-to-use-cussword-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-851886916105765817</id><published>2009-10-31T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:21:55.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeez, kiddo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;up till this moment , i still dun understand why im still crying ... maybe it might be as kimberly says, the ending of something may be the beginning of something else&lt;br /&gt;- Charmaine's blog&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posting this just because I was really flattered that she remembered my sentence when I couldn't even remember it at all XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad bought a few big-ticket items today. First was the Wii and the Resort Game package for it. Then, the super huuuuuge golf umbrella. And finally, a new 42" LCD TV -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "Dad! So much money to burn ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-851886916105765817?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/851886916105765817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=851886916105765817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/851886916105765817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/851886916105765817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/10/jeez-kiddo.html' title='Jeez, kiddo.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-8240228636838469692</id><published>2009-10-28T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T21:22:15.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Minute thoughts.</title><content type='html'>Ahhhh. Last two days in E1. I am sort of depressed now :C&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine not seeing my lovely e-oneders everyday, from laughing at JiaYi's retardedness-slash-joking to getting smacked around by either Rachael or YanLing (which is actually extremely embarrassing but hey - they're just having a laugh and I get a kick out of it too.) to grinning at Pretty Aud/Odd and making her laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss HuiYing playing KQ with me and walking towards the bus stop with me :(&lt;br /&gt;I will miss ShaoWei's blur replies to Ms Tay's chemistry questions and his unforgettable "I can explain..." answer. &lt;br /&gt;I will miss Joel's buck teeth and him constantly trying to get the teacher's attention by asking smart alecky questions. &lt;br /&gt;I will miss JiaLing lying spread-eagled on the floor when Ms TB wants us to do push-ups.&lt;br /&gt;I will miss JunLiang tapping me on my shoulder and hiding when I turn around to look for who did that to me. And then realising it's him and telling him that that's getting tired.&lt;br /&gt;I will miss KaiSeng irritating everyone with his in-your-face attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I will miss all the e-oneders. ILY guys :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to YanLing's house to play Rockband today. Very fun. I realized that I have no hand-eye coordination whatsoever and singing is more of my forte. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That so totally rhymed XD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish us luck for the costume-thingy tomorrow C:&lt;br /&gt;I hope we do well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-8240228636838469692?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/8240228636838469692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=8240228636838469692&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/8240228636838469692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/8240228636838469692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-minute-thoughts.html' title='Last Minute thoughts.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-2631985481036830706</id><published>2009-10-27T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T23:43:28.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn. I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to blog but my brain is like, going into hibernation mode now. Mum and I just made some bread and I am now waiting for it to bake. 40 minutes. I have just enough time to nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall post either tomorrow or in an hour's time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-2631985481036830706?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/2631985481036830706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=2631985481036830706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/2631985481036830706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/2631985481036830706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/10/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-4184945763416112723</id><published>2009-10-25T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T19:59:46.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SundaeSurprise.</title><content type='html'>Today was really fun. I don't think I'll regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regret seems to be the only thing on my mind right now. I know I'm not a backwards-looking person but I can't help but wonder if I might regret choosing to do Art instead of Lit. Apparently, it's much harder at upper sec level: Jasmine told me that you need to go deeper than what's in the notes you're given to at least score a B3. Art may feel easier to me since I'm more inclined towards it but I get so much more satisfaction out of Lit. It makes me feel more learned too /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this line in a teenage novel called Killing God once. It has nothing to do with the above subject but I just I'd share it with you since it felt particularly striking to the Beauty topic I was writing about on this lonely little blog the other day. I can't quite remember it exactly but it goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Beauty isn't shallow. It's deep. Really deep. &lt;i&gt;Life-definingly&lt;/i&gt; deep.&lt;/blockquote&gt; I think it's true, in a way. After all, an attractive face usually gets a better response than one that's not as pretty/handsome. This means these good-lookers usually don't need to work as hard as us plain Janes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's my opinion anyway. You're welcome to contradict it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((I was right. It /was/ PMS.))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-4184945763416112723?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/4184945763416112723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=4184945763416112723&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/4184945763416112723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/4184945763416112723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/10/sundaesurprise.html' title='SundaeSurprise.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-6875227647643087883</id><published>2009-10-22T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T20:29:55.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had this totally awesome train of thought while riding the bus today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all about how we perceive beauty, what makes beauty &lt;i&gt;beauty&lt;/i&gt; and what exactly /is/ beautiful. I was thinking about how everyone wants to be beautiful and attractive so that they can appeal to the opposite sex, how love stems from our natural desire to populate the world and whether the 'inner beauty' argument was actually true or simply a naive way of looking at things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started forming the idea that beauty was the ultimate anti-democracy. Since democracy (I keep on spelling it as democra&lt;b&gt;z&lt;/b&gt;y) is defined as &lt;u&gt;"the absence of hereditary or arbitrary class distinctions or privileges"&lt;/u&gt; on Merriam-Webster's Online Dictionary and good features often lead to better treatment from people, isn't my thesis statement true? Isn't beauty the ultimate anti-democracy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I seem to be having these thoughts in my head. I guess it comes from a lack of self-esteem and general dissatisfaction with how I look. But eh. It's probably PMS or something. We'll wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to QianYi for coming in first ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to sleep now, goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Thanks Mr T for getting my hopes up /:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-6875227647643087883?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/6875227647643087883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=6875227647643087883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/6875227647643087883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/6875227647643087883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-had-this-totally-awesome-train-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-1082580638430941375</id><published>2009-10-21T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T23:09:31.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SRLSY.</title><content type='html'>I really kinda hate my marks for the EOY but it's to be expected, I guess. Too distracted, not enough effort.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Goh was disappointed with my EL and Lit scores, said I could have gotten much better and she's right :C&lt;br /&gt;Science was unexpected but in a good way; at least I passed this killer paper. Looking back though, I realise how many careless mistakes I could have avoided had I paid more attention to the questions. &lt;br /&gt;Chinese was a VERY welcome sight. B4, baby! So happy ^_^ Mr Ang is awesome for showing us how to score. I hope I get him again next year though the chances are rather slim.&lt;br /&gt;Maths could have been better but at least it's an A1 so I am rather happy.&lt;br /&gt;Geography was good. Not great, but good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that was the overview of my marks.&lt;br /&gt;3 A1s, 1 A2, 1 B4 and 1 C5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to buck up and work harder next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we've discussed the inevitable, I want to express how happy I am that the exams are over and we can now spend our time in school doing absolutely nothing : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the new Spook book, Spook's Sacrifice on Monday and I lovelovelove it. Not just because it's so nice to be reading the much anticipated next installment in the series, but also because it was such an interesting read. No mushy Alice/Tom scenes, a new setting (Greece!) and Malicious Mab. Can it get any better?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we're talking about books, I'm hoping that I can find Barry Lyga's sequel to The Astonishing Adventures of Fanboy and Goth Girl, Goth Girl Rising, some time between this week and next. Apparently, its official release date was on the Monday I'd visited Kinokuniya so OBVIOUSLY - crazy fan girls would've already bought out the shelf stock /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-depressed sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and I caught Julie and Julia on Saturday. Lovely movie - Meryl Streep was awesome as usual but there were too many makeout scenes for me to be comfortable with. I found myself looking into my bucket of popcorn in embarrassment more than thrice whilst trying to ignore the much kissing, pawing and squeals of glee were coming from the main characters. I know I'm a prude but &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt;. It was indecent for a PG-13 rating.&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine what a M-18 movie looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: &lt;img src=http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h31/angedeleau/Mood%20Theme%20-%20Disney/crappy.jpg&gt; &lt;I&gt;Neither here nor there&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: &lt;u&gt;I'm Still Here - John Rzeznik&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-1082580638430941375?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/1082580638430941375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=1082580638430941375&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/1082580638430941375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/1082580638430941375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/10/srlsy.html' title='SRLSY.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h31/angedeleau/Mood%20Theme%20-%20Disney/th_crappy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-5431843391811283366</id><published>2009-10-19T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:20:17.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love you so.</title><content type='html'>I got a new diary over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;It's rather pretty - pale tan fabric with little black and white flowers all around the back and front. Its pages are a creamy off-white and very inviting for penning thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you, Godma.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably gonna do an emo post sometime this week.&lt;br /&gt;Watch out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, take a listen at Goo Goo Dolls' Better Days. I love this song right now. The lyrics are so striking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LHeM-QE3PCE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LHeM-QE3PCE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we're at it, this song is pretty awesome as well. Treasure Planet brings back so many good memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ba1UFP186F8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ba1UFP186F8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-5431843391811283366?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/5431843391811283366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=5431843391811283366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/5431843391811283366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/5431843391811283366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-you-so.html' title='Love you so.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-6486579904755451536</id><published>2009-10-18T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T22:59:18.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ILY&lt;/i&gt; so bad it kind of sucks that you don't reciprocate as much as I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;/:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-6486579904755451536?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/6486579904755451536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=6486579904755451536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/6486579904755451536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/6486579904755451536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/10/ily-so-bad-it-kind-of-sucks-that-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-1381392088776425654</id><published>2009-10-18T13:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T17:48:10.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After hours.</title><content type='html'>I meant to post on Friday but I was so shagged that I postponed it to Saturday. And then, I was out the entire day on Saturday, reduced to a puddle of tired Kim-goo.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, posting today. &lt;br /&gt;Whoopee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was down right exhausting. Up at 7.30am, out the door by 8.20am and then in school at 9.20-ish. Waited around outside the Council room with, um, Melody, Sky, Claris and some other people whom I can't quite remember. Eventually, everyone started trickling in and Xavier briefed us on the jobscopes and schedule. Joice and I got assigned to PA, did some announcements and stuff before wrapping up and going to 'slack' in the canteen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a pity that there weren't any extra seats in the hall or else we could've sat in on the Grad Ceremony. I went up and saw the last bit though, it was so cool. At the very end, a whole sea of balloons came tumbling down from the stage and OH G*D - I'm so jealous now /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. I don't want to talk about Grad Day anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CCA workshop was freakin' &lt;i&gt;hilarious&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;From Mr W driving us there (he made me sit in front with him! said he knew me better since he'd taught me before and I was like, "Teaching us for three days does not count." Haha.) to the BORINGBORINGBORING lecture in which I sat with Chloe, Nora(dila) and Jinyi and to the EGAD-SO-FUN group discussion after that with the AMKSS and NCHS people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, if the AMKSS guys we met were anything to go by, AMKSS has damn funny people. Funny, as in HAHA-funny, not the weird kind of funny. One of the guys, Eng Kiat, reminded me and Chloe so much of ShaoWei, down to the blur-ness and roughness of his voice. We were giggling like &lt;b&gt;mad&lt;/b&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The NCHS boys were pretty nice too. Chloe was absolutely &lt;u&gt;insisting&lt;/u&gt; that she knew one of them from somewhere... o.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later.&lt;br /&gt;Must nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-1381392088776425654?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/1381392088776425654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=1381392088776425654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/1381392088776425654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/1381392088776425654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/10/after-hours.html' title='After hours.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-689614360695153503</id><published>2009-10-15T16:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T17:09:20.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>asdfghjkzxcvbnmytrew.&lt;br /&gt;Grad Day duty and some Managing for Clubs/Societies workshop tomorrow /:&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, free day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have no confidence whatsoever for my EOYs.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I screwed up every paper.&lt;br /&gt;This is depressing.&lt;div 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Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=5098003893932138049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/5098003893932138049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/5098003893932138049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/10/symphony-to-studying.html' title='Symphony to Studying.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-4934442612957537270</id><published>2009-10-10T13:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T13:57:14.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's a girl to do when she can't decide between subjects she's equally good at and the teachers are hounding her to make a decision quick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Examzxz.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-4934442612957537270?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/4934442612957537270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-7683314342342143588</id><published>2009-10-05T20:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T20:54:08.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dullabye.</title><content type='html'>Took a long-ish nap today.&lt;br /&gt;Feel quite groggy now.&lt;br /&gt;My friends should know how tired I was in school today. I was on the verge of using toothpicks to prop my eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, the Art Dept. wants me to duplicate my Flower Art final work for our school's corporate token for some award ceremony. I am deeply honoured that they think my work's that good. Such a mind-boggling idea *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I saw this weird couple today committing all sorts of disgusting PDA at the bus stop. Things like her sitting on him, him whispering into her ear, her putting her arms around his stomach, etcetra etcetra.&lt;br /&gt;Felt so grossed out just looking at them. The guy was really ugly too. ((How can I say that when I'm not that good-looking myself? Kim, you hypocrite.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: &lt;img src=http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h31/angedeleau/Mood%20Theme%20-%20Disney/crappy.jpg&gt; &lt;i&gt;Crappy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: &lt;u&gt;You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit (06/10/09): Apparently, the girls saw how much I actually GOT for my artwork. You're not gonna believe this. 135/100. ISN'T THAT JUST NUTS?&lt;br /&gt;I know, they might have seen the wrong number or something but there are like, 4 witnesses to the grade o.o A part of me thinks this is too good to be true but the other half's like "BOO YEAH 8D". Makes up for the fact I didn't win the SAS competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAZAYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-7683314342342143588?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/7683314342342143588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=7683314342342143588&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/7683314342342143588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/7683314342342143588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/10/dullabye.html' title='Dullabye.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h31/angedeleau/Mood%20Theme%20-%20Disney/th_crappy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-4998540725517961557</id><published>2009-10-02T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T20:54:11.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Advance papers and Geog are over and done with. I'm not happy with what I did /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Btw, can you believe how stupid Kim was that on the day of her Language Papers One, she left her entire pencil case at home but heeded the advice of her chinese teacher (who is pure AWESOMENESS fyi) to put her chinese e-dictionary in her bag first? u.u&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I want a lightsaber. The double-ended one Darth Maul (a.k.a Ray Parks) used in E1 SW: PM. And I want a snowskin mooncake. Preferably Green Tea-flavoured.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just being greedy since there are kids out there who don't even have much at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's been filled with tragedies. The earthquake, the typhoon, the floods. It's ridiculously misery-inducing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;God, please let all those people in the affected countries turn out okay, physically, emotionally and pyschologically.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh, and BTW: ILU but I'm not sure if you still reciprocate. So talk to me, alright? Everytime I text you, it's like I'm talking to a wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-4998540725517961557?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/4998540725517961557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=4998540725517961557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/4998540725517961557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/4998540725517961557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/10/advance-papers-and-geog-are-over-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-825563067376958835</id><published>2009-09-29T19:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T20:06:05.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been feeling so asfghjkl-ish this week. If I'm not laughing (totally unavoidable when you are sandwiched between Pretty Aud/Odd and JiaYi) or memorizing some horrible piece of information, I'm probably thinking in expletives.&lt;br /&gt;Dad left for London again yesterday afternoon so I had to take the bus to school. Went to the bus stop at 6.10am and waited. Saw my bus and attempted to flag it down but apparently, it completely ignored me. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Waited another ten minutes, another bus came. Drove right pass me again.&lt;br /&gt;Was so &lt;i&gt;beyond&lt;/i&gt; annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after waiting for twenty five minutes, the bus came. I ended up late by fifteen minutes for duty. Grrrrr &gt;:K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum's coming back from HK tonight, me and Cor and contemplating picking her up but we don't know what time she might arrive. Not sure which terminal too. Gosh, I miss her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-825563067376958835?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/825563067376958835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=825563067376958835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/825563067376958835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/825563067376958835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/09/been-feeling-so-asfghjkl-ish-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-8954366454250404762</id><published>2009-09-25T22:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T01:13:21.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All tuckered out again.</title><content type='html'>I have been on my feet since 5pm. The Mid-Autumn Festival was &lt;i&gt;crazaye&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-tired-&lt;br /&gt;That's all I'm going to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And, I find myself trying to stay by the phone,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your voice always helps me to not feel so alone,&lt;br /&gt;But I feel like an idiot, workin' my day around the call,&lt;br /&gt;But when I pick up I don't have much to say,&lt;br /&gt;So, I want you to know it's a little f*cked up,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm stuck here waitin'&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;u&gt;Where'd You Go?, Fort Minor&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Edit: Just found out mum was robbed while overseas in HK. Her whole bag, including her wallet, passport, handphone and blackberry was taken and she was only going there for one night! U.U&lt;br /&gt;I'm conflicted between feeling pity for the guy who robbed her (it's awful to have to stoop so low to survive) and having the urge to punch his face, kick him in the you-know-where as many times as possible, tear his intestines out so he will be filled with crap and breaking every bone in his body one by one. &lt;br /&gt;BLOODY FAGGOT/PRICK/DOUCHE BAG/JACKASS/PISSANT.&lt;br /&gt;I hope mum turns out okay :3&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-8954366454250404762?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/8954366454250404762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=8954366454250404762&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/8954366454250404762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/8954366454250404762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-tuckered-out-again.html' title='All tuckered out again.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-6102289004251481896</id><published>2009-09-23T20:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T20:45:00.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't been posting lately.&lt;br /&gt;So busy u.u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Getting Student of the Term today was nice though C:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Much thanks to everyone who voted for me and Mr Tham for nominating me 8D (though I still don't know why he nominated me.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-6102289004251481896?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/6102289004251481896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=6102289004251481896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/6102289004251481896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/6102289004251481896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/09/sorry-i-havent-been-posting-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-56534164909188412</id><published>2009-09-16T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T20:02:30.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love this ride. Rode on it at least six times the last time I was in the US.&lt;br /&gt;Singapore's roller coasters absolutely suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N2pnWYiv0pg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N2pnWYiv0pg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-56534164909188412?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/56534164909188412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=56534164909188412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/56534164909188412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/56534164909188412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-this-ride.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-7084658933620033991</id><published>2009-09-16T13:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T13:48:05.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complain Queen</title><content type='html'>300th post.&lt;br /&gt;Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school now, designing ZHSS school logs for ICT. Bored and clueless.&lt;br /&gt;My eggless chocolate cake/muffins has fans 8D &lt;br /&gt;Just hope everything goes well during the HE practical test on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Madam L will be speechless - my chocolate cake is too sticky and rich XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KS is pissed at me for not supervising and/or helping out with the skit. &lt;br /&gt;Hello - I'm not even in charge of it! Hell, I'm already supposed to be overseeing our class for the Lit Character Costume, isn't it unfair of you to just push the job to me just because I am 'supposedly' good at this sort of thing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EURGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-7084658933620033991?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/7084658933620033991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=7084658933620033991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/7084658933620033991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/5139998462965396528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/5139998462965396528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/09/home-econs.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-2394548953032112991</id><published>2009-09-13T22:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T23:16:02.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grr.&lt;br /&gt;Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;*poof*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study mood commences now.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-4409592140808072198</id><published>2009-09-09T12:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T13:48:04.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ticking clocks and breaking hearts.</title><content type='html'>This holiday feels like sand running through my fingers. You know it's there but it just seems to be disappearing &lt;i&gt;so fast&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling so sappy and lonely lately that it's getting to me. I wonder when this'll end and whether I can quicken its leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Art Show was yesterday. Not sure whether I liked what I did but it got some 'ooh's and 'ahh's from some. Won't stand a chance against the other pieces though /: But at least I got the exposure, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://20.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kopiz1TO8t1qzr04eo1_400.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-icanread@tumblr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-4409592140808072198?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/4409592140808072198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=4409592140808072198&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/4409592140808072198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/4409592140808072198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/09/ticking-clocks-and-breaking-hearts.html' title='Ticking clocks and breaking hearts.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-342385890889019918</id><published>2009-09-05T22:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T23:11:20.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BEYOND f-cking tired now.&lt;br /&gt;Going to type in morse code-sentences, bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am sunburnt and about to collapse. Been up since seven, took the bus down to NAFA at 7.40 and was in the sun at the Botanical Gardens taking pictures and sketching till 12-ish. Camwhored with Sarah at the gardens a bit towards the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed back to ZHSS at 1 to find Mr Tham who had so kindly alerted me to the GO's finding of my wallet. Have you ever had a nicer teacher? He even offered to drop it at my house for me when he told me (:&lt;br /&gt;((Also, just goes to show that yes, God helps those who put their faith in him and St Anthony really IS the patron saint of lost items.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with Dad to have lunch at Heartland Mall. Drove into town to find a movie to watch. Ended up at Lido and watched G-FORCE. The CGI PWNS, MAN. Story-wise, wasn't very interesting. Could see the parts which were specially designed for 3-D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, went to ION Orchard to walk around and wait for brother to arrive so we could have dinner. FINALLY found a place that sold TOYO (sp?) refills. Am very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was at Sun With Moon and brother and father ate much sushi. Had ramen which tasted kind of funny with its red ginger. Was satisfied anyway. Walked around Wheelock a bit and finally spent some time in Border's. Am annoyed that they had a Buy 2 Get 1 Free deal on the Artemis Fowl books. Contemplated complaining to Geoffrey about it but was lazy to take out handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus concluded my looooooongggg Saturday. How was your's?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-342385890889019918?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/342385890889019918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=342385890889019918&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/342385890889019918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/342385890889019918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/09/beyond-f-cking-tired-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-36065952251792902</id><published>2009-09-04T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T21:37:56.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last day of term 3.&lt;br /&gt;My last slacking day.&lt;br /&gt;It was so surprising to hear I got 5th in class &amp;amp; 25th in level. Totally expected to be like, 173rd or something.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I need to start adhering to the study schedule I've set for myself. I HAVE TO GET INTO TOP 10% at the very least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I lost my wallet today. Goodbye ez-link card, library card, insurance card, dental appointment card and neoprints ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love this crazy, messed up world we live in? I got 25th in level but I lost my wallet ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I feel like I'll be so creatively drained this week. Waking up at 6.30 tomorrow morning for some dumb NAFA trip to Botanic Gardens and gonna stay there till 1-ish. Tuesday is Chinese Oral ((PRAY FOR ME! I NEED A MIRACLE.)) and at 12.30 in the afternoon after the test is gonna be an on-the-spot art competition at SAM on the topic "Art is....".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Did I mention the sketchbook's due the week after the hols and I'm supposed to be drawing flowers?! F-L-O-W-E-R-S. That's how you spell boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHHH ~ So much homework to be done. I have like, 567809754323 worksheets to complete (lit, physics, chem, english), the Home Econ project to finish, the write-up for the character we're dressing up as for Lit Fiesta to type out, math test papers (TKSS, TKGS, ZHSS) to finish aaaannnddd, on top of all that, I need to fit in time to revise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-36065952251792902?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/36065952251792902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=36065952251792902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/36065952251792902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/36065952251792902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-day-of-term-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-1329317578148626717</id><published>2009-09-02T18:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T18:55:14.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This seems like a late post. But better late then never, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgV3JRC3cT4/Sp5OrdlOhQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/lVFsKTaXD1o/s1600-h/Image0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376821513709061378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgV3JRC3cT4/Sp5OrdlOhQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/lVFsKTaXD1o/s320/Image0029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgV3JRC3cT4/Sp5Oq3YYLiI/AAAAAAAAAIY/qufqzHvw8OM/s1600-h/Image0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376821503454621218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgV3JRC3cT4/Sp5Oq3YYLiI/AAAAAAAAAIY/qufqzHvw8OM/s320/Image0028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgV3JRC3cT4/Sp5OqV5-TBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-j8cuTJnt3U/s1600-h/Image0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376820535853521826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rgV3JRC3cT4/Sp5NyiyTG6I/AAAAAAAAAH4/rt0RYYDQFLE/s320/Image0020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgV3JRC3cT4/Sp5Nx6WpMtI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1MIa6ZzmbGk/s1600-h/Image0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376820525000110802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgV3JRC3cT4/Sp5Nx6WpMtI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1MIa6ZzmbGk/s320/Image0018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgV3JRC3cT4/Sp5Nxos8Y1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/wufqwJHATqo/s1600-h/Image0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376820520261804882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgV3JRC3cT4/Sp5Nxos8Y1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/wufqwJHATqo/s320/Image0017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgV3JRC3cT4/Sp5Nw7uYURI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5YlEn99w-fM/s1600-h/Image0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376820508188234002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgV3JRC3cT4/Sp5Nw7uYURI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5YlEn99w-fM/s320/Image0015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rgV3JRC3cT4/Sp5NwYlc-DI/AAAAAAAAAHY/28Arksf8m20/s1600-h/Image0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376820498755549234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rgV3JRC3cT4/Sp5NwYlc-DI/AAAAAAAAAHY/28Arksf8m20/s320/Image0014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-1329317578148626717?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/1329317578148626717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=1329317578148626717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/1329317578148626717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/1329317578148626717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-seems-like-late-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgV3JRC3cT4/Sp5OrdlOhQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/lVFsKTaXD1o/s72-c/Image0029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-9221351556145818560</id><published>2009-08-31T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T23:17:33.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I try not to get depressed.&lt;br /&gt;Depression slows you down. Not good when you should be going full-speed.&lt;br /&gt;Eurgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling an acute shade of azure lately. Dunno how much of it's from being just plain lonely and how much of it's this sense of impending doom by how every hour I don't study, forty other Zhonghua Sec 2s &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;GAHHHHH ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my cell phone on Sunday. I had to hand it over to the tech guy to get my SIM card out of that piece of junk and he was like, rifling through the contents of my phone and then he handed it over to his assistant and then &lt;b&gt;she&lt;/b&gt; started going through it and I felt so... raped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's overexaggerating but still - it was a painful invasion of privacy /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been wanting a new phone for like, months and months but when I replaced my cell phone, it kind of felt like a little part of me died. I suppose I've grown attached to that little piece of scrapmetal. It's provided me with so many good memories. Thank goodness I can still access it. I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go. An emo post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-9221351556145818560?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/9221351556145818560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=9221351556145818560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/9221351556145818560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/9221351556145818560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-try-not-to-get-depressed.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-940020076031050134</id><published>2009-08-31T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T18:54:02.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Nuff' said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-940020076031050134?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/940020076031050134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=940020076031050134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/940020076031050134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/940020076031050134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-2882896334063376258</id><published>2009-08-25T21:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:34:38.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time to buck up. &lt;br /&gt;That L1B4 &amp; L1R5 score may be nice but it's not important for Sec 2 streaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;WHO'S AFRAID OF PHYSICS, CHINESE AND MATHS?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height=300 src=http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2287/2188033965_933fbd7373.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Council Investiture was today and it went awesomely. The audience was more gracious than last year's (: &lt;br /&gt;YAY NO MORE NEEDING TO STAY BACK LATE EVERY DAY!&lt;br /&gt;{one more year till our batch takes over... scary.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-2882896334063376258?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/2882896334063376258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=2882896334063376258&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/2882896334063376258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/2882896334063376258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-to-buck-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2287/2188033965_933fbd7373_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-9221452000357546702</id><published>2009-08-21T19:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:22:44.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am. So. Very. Tired.&lt;br /&gt;Investiture made us sit up completely straight for 3 hours non-stop. In court shoes. On chairs on the canteen benches on the stage. ((that sounds so structurally incorrect))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back most of our CT5 scripts cept' Chem. Some subjects made me happy while some made me sad. That's pretty normal, I guess. Best marks were 22/25 for Lit ((totally unexpected; I only memorized quotes from Scene 7 /: )) and 25/30 for English. ((yay! ms g said my discursive essay was very well-balanced and had an interesting variation of sentence structure :D ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might post more tomorrow. Am very tired.&lt;br /&gt;Should stop typing in Morse-Code sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-9221452000357546702?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/9221452000357546702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=9221452000357546702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/9221452000357546702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/9221452000357546702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-3634493346328721778</id><published>2009-08-17T23:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:10:30.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Heart Will Lead You Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9FSV1-u0CRc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9FSV1-u0CRc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunny days and starry nights &lt;br /&gt;lazy afternoons &lt;br /&gt;you count the castles in the clouds &lt;br /&gt;and hum little tunes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but somehow right before your eyes &lt;br /&gt;the sun fades away &lt;br /&gt;everything is different &lt;br /&gt;and everything has change &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you feel lost and on your own &lt;br /&gt;and far from home &lt;br /&gt;you never alone, you know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just think of your friends &lt;br /&gt;the ones who care &lt;br /&gt;they all will be waiting there &lt;br /&gt;with love to share &lt;br /&gt;and your heart will lead you home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how a photograph can take you back in time &lt;br /&gt;to places and embraces &lt;br /&gt;that you thought you left behind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're trying to remind you &lt;br /&gt;that you're not the only one &lt;br /&gt;that no one is an island &lt;br /&gt;when all has said and done &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there'll come a day when you're losing your way &lt;br /&gt;and you won't know where you belong &lt;br /&gt;they say that home is where your heart is &lt;br /&gt;so follow your heart know that you can't go wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I think The Tigger Movie is honestly one of the most emotional, tear-jerking animated movies Disney has done so far :3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-3634493346328721778?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/3634493346328721778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=3634493346328721778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/3634493346328721778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/3634493346328721778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/08/your-heart-will-lead-you-home.html' title='Your Heart Will Lead You Home'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-7780440715061472973</id><published>2009-08-16T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T21:08:28.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DIEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;STUPID RTYUIOIYGTFDFGHJKLJHGF ART.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody tessallations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-7780440715061472973?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/7780440715061472973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=7780440715061472973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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things that were memorable over the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;JiaXin told me that my court shoes will always remind her of Anthia because apparently, our court shoes look alike. I don't remember that detail; the only thing that struck me about Anthia's shoes were that the heels were super low ;_;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Art Club has some super vulgar boys. Like Lemuel with his f-word cartoon boy and KahChee with his Darth Vader doing the middle finger.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Brother G is endearing. Now I know why he likes making me chase him.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Terry Pratchett &amp;amp; Neil Gaiman's GOOD OMENS have the funniest lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Many people, meeting Aziraphale for the first time, formed three impressions: that he was English, that he was intelligent, and that he was gayer than a tree full of monkeys on nitrous oxide. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I DON'T CARE WHAT IT SAYS, said the tall biker in the helmet, I NEVER LAID A FINGER ON HIM. - Death, on Elvis' death.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"You're Hells Angels, then? What chapter are you from?"&lt;br /&gt;"REVELATIONS, CHAPTER SIX."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Surely you have considered terrorist activity?"&lt;br /&gt;There was another pause. Then the spokesman said, in the quiet tones of someone who has had enough and who is going to quit after this and raise chickens somewhere, "Yes, I suppose we must. All we need to do is find some terrorists who are capable of taking an entire nuclear reactor out of its can while it's running and without anyone noticing. It weighs about a thousand tons and is forty feet high. So they'll be quite strong terrorists. Perhaps you'd like to ring them up, sir, and ask them questions in that supercilious, accusatory way of yours."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Most books on witchcraft will tell you that witches work naked. This is because most books on witchcraft are written by men."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;M&amp;amp;Ms are good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-3966732212104859008?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/3966732212104859008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=3966732212104859008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/3966732212104859008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/3966732212104859008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/08/post-it-notes-from-edge.html' title='Post-It Notes from the Edge'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-2097370543247322733</id><published>2009-08-10T13:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T21:04:30.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No mood to post.&lt;br /&gt;Neopets is slowly catching my interest again. MUST. RESIST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long National Day weekend is almost over, hello common tests. I better go and study lit before I find myself unable to write long essays on Macbeth.&lt;br /&gt;Later y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;edit/ I should hate you for being so unresponsive and distant but... eurgh. I just miss you, okay? Hurry up and talk to me. ((I hate feeling so dependent.)) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-2097370543247322733?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/2097370543247322733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=2097370543247322733&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/2097370543247322733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/2097370543247322733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-mood-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-7873887393592924720</id><published>2009-08-04T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T22:59:48.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopelessly hopeful.</title><content type='html'>The only thing I can think of is the phrase "wah sian". &lt;br /&gt;Gosh, Singlish is fast permeating into my mind voice. HELPPP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be staying back everyday this week and probably next. This is so annoying. I WANNA GO HOME EARLY!&lt;br /&gt;Meeting up with the besties on friday, hopefully everyone will turn up. I still haven't wrapped HuiSi's present /: Yeah, Mr Pro Crastination is rearing his ugly head again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macbeth is getting interesting. But the quotes are horrendous! ((Though in comparison, they're probably a lot easier than LOTR.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep at my desk on Monday round' nine doing Mr T's Sets' Questions. Mum woke me up at 10pm and then I drunkenly migrated to my bed, falling asleep as soon as I hit the pillow. Woke up to the shock that I had neither packed my bag nor finished my homework at around 4am. Stayed up till 4.30 and then went back to snooze-mode before getting rudely woken up at 5.45am. Needless to say, I was walking around school half-dead with zombie eyes. I think even JiaYi was commenting on my 'blah'-retarded face during lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to finish digital art now and then, the Sand Man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((I cannot be bothered to do the mood thingy now.))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-7873887393592924720?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/7873887393592924720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=7873887393592924720&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/7873887393592924720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/7873887393592924720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/08/hopelessly-hopeful.html' title='Hopelessly hopeful.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-7196206855560209973</id><published>2009-08-02T14:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T14:53:34.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternity knots.</title><content type='html'>Screw this. Just screw it.&lt;br /&gt;So annoyed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/js6W4z3hGFI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/js6W4z3hGFI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c7dt1li5SyY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c7dt1li5SyY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((love the drums. matt helders is a god.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y2DeLlfSRR8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y2DeLlfSRR8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((awesome intro. just makes you want to jump up and down.))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-7196206855560209973?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/7196206855560209973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=7196206855560209973&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/7196206855560209973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/7196206855560209973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/08/eternity-knots.html' title='Eternity knots.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-4458288827103536410</id><published>2009-07-31T17:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T18:28:13.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photographee.</title><content type='html'>Promised you guys a post of the Graffiti pictures, right?&lt;br /&gt;Here they are, courtesy of Lemuel's FB.&lt;br /&gt;-picture-&lt;br /&gt;-caption-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs178.snc1/6696_1094334565723_1447323256_30255300_4540487_n.jpg" width="405" height="313" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs178.snc1/6696_1094334605724_1447323256_30255301_5018701_n.jpg" width="405" height="313" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanne and Huiwen. Me with the bright blue bag in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs178.snc1/6696_1094334645725_1447323256_30255302_1767076_n.jpg" width="405" height="313" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs198.snc1/6696_1094334805729_1447323256_30255306_7515267_n.jpg" width="405" height="313" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs178.snc1/6696_1094334885731_1447323256_30255308_1125734_n.jpg" width="405" height="313" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InnSoo giggling or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs178.snc1/6696_1094334925732_1447323256_30255309_1228181_n.jpg" width="405" height="313" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SiHui, Me, Joanne, Huiwen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs178.snc1/6696_1094335165738_1447323256_30255315_3973804_n.jpg" width="405" height="313" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes into the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs178.snc1/6696_1094335245740_1447323256_30255317_821328_n.jpg" width="405" height="313" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huiwen evening up patches on the 'scroll'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs198.snc1/6696_1094335285741_1447323256_30255318_1751652_n.jpg" width="405" height="313" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Uyen, Inn Soo, HuiSi, Jiaxin, SiHui, Huiwen, Joanne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs178.snc1/6696_1094335365743_1447323256_30255320_65444_n.jpg" width="405" height="313" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus: Lemuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs178.snc1/6696_1094335445745_1447323256_30255322_7536031_n.jpg" width="405" height="313" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SiHui candid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs178.snc1/6696_1094335525747_1447323256_30255323_1863986_n.jpg" width="405" height="313" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close proximity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs198.snc1/6696_1094335565748_1447323256_30255324_862700_n.jpg" width="405" height="313" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus: Inn Soo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs198.snc1/6696_1094335685751_1447323256_30255327_260355_n.jpg" width="405" height="313" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artsy fartsy shot of SiHui touching up her work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs178.snc1/6696_1094335725752_1447323256_30255328_7377408_n.jpg" width="405" height="313" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs178.snc1/6696_1094335765753_1447323256_30255329_2997195_n.jpg" width="405" height="313" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The competition. Not bad on camera but lousy in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs198.snc1/6696_1094335845755_1447323256_30255331_41640_n.jpg" width="405" height="313" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artsy fartsy shot again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs198.snc1/6696_1094335885756_1447323256_30255332_4327733_n.jpg" width="405" height="313" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a mess. ((Anyone who says you can create a masterpiece while your workspace still remains tidy is sh-tting you.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs178.snc1/6696_1094335965758_1447323256_30255334_1094114_n.jpg" width="405" height="313" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemuel, SiHui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs178.snc1/6696_1094336005759_1447323256_30255335_5334526_n.jpg" width="405" height="313" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huisi, Jiaxin and Alicia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs178.snc1/6696_1094336045760_1447323256_30255336_1384351_n.jpg" width="405" height="313" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia, Lemuel, Jiaxin. (Joanne in back.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs178.snc1/6696_1094336085761_1447323256_30255337_7019504_n.jpg" width="405" height="313" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 hour's passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs198.snc1/6696_1094336125762_1447323256_30255338_2524958_n.jpg" width="405" height="313" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closeup on scroll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs198.snc1/6696_1094336605774_1447323256_30255350_1558985_n.jpg" width="405" height="313" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs178.snc1/6696_1094337045785_1447323256_30255361_6246410_n.jpg" width="405" height="313" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team Photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs178.snc1/6696_1094337605799_1447323256_30255375_7934082_n.jpg" width="405" height="313" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trophy-touching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-4458288827103536410?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/4458288827103536410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=4458288827103536410&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/4458288827103536410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/4458288827103536410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/07/photographee.html' title='Photographee.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-4965680546910093693</id><published>2009-07-30T20:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T20:24:05.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy caned.</title><content type='html'>No mood to post recently. Either depressed or about to be depressed by the return of the common test marks which will probably be disgustingly horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came online to do Home Ec research on eggless cakes and I AM SO HUNGRY RIGHT NOW JUST STARING AT THE PRETTY PICTURES OF CONFECTIONERY.&lt;br /&gt;I wantttt.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have any lollipops to satisfy me. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A certain friend's been pretty distant lately. Don't know what's up but she seems to be hanging out more with a couple of people she doesn't normally hang out with. Kind of strange but whatever. We're still tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had CCA Appreciation day rehearsal today and Huiwen, Lemuel and I were crapping and laughing so much it should have been a crime. Lemuel kept telling all sorts of lame jokes and asking random IQ questions which Huiwen and I kept on busting. We talked about stuff like 'Which Candy Would I Be' and palm reading and loads of other equally obscure things that I have forgotten but enjoyed chatting about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh, off to mug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-4965680546910093693?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/4965680546910093693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=4965680546910093693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/4965680546910093693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/4965680546910093693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/07/candy-caned.html' title='Candy caned.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-1421333877888759961</id><published>2009-07-27T19:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T20:11:58.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwdrived.</title><content type='html'>Screw you, Dean.&lt;br /&gt;Just because you believe that the seniors didn't pick you for Exco because you were in NT, that's no reason to think that Council is corrupted. Exhibit A: Joshua. Though Joshua's in NA, he IS in Art Club Exco. See, the uppers don't care which stream you're in. All they want to see is leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you talk to people, we don't fixate on the fact that you're not in Express. Rather, in your case, we have a problem with the way you talk and act.&lt;br /&gt;People who say one's voice and mannerisms don't count when making an impression on others are either lying or naive. Face it, that nasally low voice and perpetual grimace of your's don't exactly get you brownie points. Your clingy, self-righteous personality doesn't do much good either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we appreciate your dedicated service but the fact of the matter is that you weren't chosen because you don't have a lot of leadership compared to the others in Council.&lt;br /&gt;People don't naturally follow you the way they do some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO STOP TALKING TO ME ABOUT IT. AND STOP FOLLOWING ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eurgh. Graffiti pictures to come once Lemuel uploads them to FB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-1421333877888759961?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/1421333877888759961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=1421333877888759961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/1421333877888759961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/1421333877888759961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/07/screwdrived.html' title='Screwdrived.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-102266587257861205</id><published>2009-07-24T22:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T13:38:44.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Throw-up Throwing up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgV3JRC3cT4/SmnIeMAF_dI/AAAAAAAAAHI/a8D80XxUZnw/s1600-h/art+club.graffiti.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362037252304534994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgV3JRC3cT4/SmnIeMAF_dI/AAAAAAAAAHI/a8D80XxUZnw/s320/art+club.graffiti.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Practice @ Mansjusri Sec on 23 July. Awesome shizz. Took 854 with HuiWen and we didn't get lost finding the bus stop! Thank you, map-reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgV3JRC3cT4/SmnJxdTHz5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6nEvdz8aZV8/s1600-h/me.h1n1mask.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-102266587257861205?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/102266587257861205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=102266587257861205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/102266587257861205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/102266587257861205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/07/practice-mansjusri-sec-on-23-july.html' title='Throw-up Throwing up.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgV3JRC3cT4/SmnIeMAF_dI/AAAAAAAAAHI/a8D80XxUZnw/s72-c/art+club.graffiti.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-8808829228963535261</id><published>2009-07-21T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T21:34:02.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retchful.</title><content type='html'>Screwyscrewyscrewed.&lt;br /&gt;Why does the dumb graffiti competition have to take place on sunday? I was actually looking forward to &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; going back to catechism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate having to feel so paranoid whenever I'm talking to a certain someone. It's like, I have to be on the watch for anyone impersonating him whenever we text, which is pretty annoying, really. Why can't I take everything that certain someone says at face value and not have to second-guess whether it's certain someone's friends I'm talking to, rather than him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As cliched as it sounds, whenever that guy and I text, it feels a little bit like I'm letting my guard down ((though that phrase begs the question: is my guard really up when I talk to people?)). I don't know whether he feels the same but that's how I feel. I guess that's why people get really heartbroken when they break up. You let those walls crumble when you're with that special someone and by breaking up, it's as if that person didn't care much for being let into a place few go - your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I sound so emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mood to post anymore /:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-8808829228963535261?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/8808829228963535261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=8808829228963535261&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/8808829228963535261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/8808829228963535261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/07/retchful.html' title='Retchful.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-66376708418974802</id><published>2009-07-18T13:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T11:29:46.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brainwashed again.</title><content type='html'>Eh. How does one start an informative essay so as to NOT put the reader in a coma? The topic my group got was 'Ways to a Healthy Lifestyle'. Can you spell 'boring'? Granted, it's a lot easier than 'Shops should be open 24 hours a day.' Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how detailed we have to memorize the countries in Asia. There are like, three dozen. Afghanistan, Bangladesh, China, India, Japan, Russia, Indonesia, Brunei Darussalam, Malaysia, Singapore, Pakistan, Iran, Yemen, Laos, Tibet, Thailand, Vietnam, the Phillipines and Myanmar just to name those off the top of my head. Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continents are a lot easier. Africa, Antarctica, Australia, Asia, N &amp;amp; S America, Europe.&lt;br /&gt;Low BR + Low DR = Low PG ; High BR + Low DR = High PG. Low BR = fewer marriages, later marriages, pref. for smaller families ; High BR = pref. for sons, lack of family planning, support from children in work ; Low DR = Better Med services, Hygenic conditions. LDCs = High PG, DCs = Low PG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell I've been mugging madly for Geog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M WATCHING HBP TODAY! OMG YAY! DANIEL RADCLIFFE GOODNESS. Haha, I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like, a random thing popped into my head today. I was at NTUC's Unity with my mum and I was just browsing while mum picked out vitamins and stuff. When I got to the mosquito/insect repellent shelf, do you know what I found at the bottom of the display? That 'con' with the 'dom' suffix. ((Anyone remember the english lesson where some guy in class said that word when Ms G was asking for words with 'dom' suffixes? Major LMAO.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's &lt;u&gt;hysterical&lt;/u&gt; that those little Pandora boxes are next to the insect repellent packages. Like seriously. Is it so taboo that they have to put it there? Are Singaporeans really so 'paiseh' or embarrassed about such stuff that contraceptives need to be put in an unassuming place so that people don't need to see them buying such stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's because the government is trying for more babies so by putting it in such an elusive place?&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;i&gt;Ooh, I wanna have --- but where is it? It's definitely not near the mosquito patches. Hm. I can't ask the sales assistant, she'll think I'm disgusting. Ah, screw it.&lt;/i&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what we pay our government top dollar for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: &lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h31/angedeleau/Mood%20Theme%20-%20Disney/busy.jpg" /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Mugging&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: &lt;u&gt;Someday - Nickelback&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-66376708418974802?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/66376708418974802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=66376708418974802&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/66376708418974802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/66376708418974802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/07/brainwashed-again.html' title='Brainwashed again.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h31/angedeleau/Mood%20Theme%20-%20Disney/th_busy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-7817416693613255975</id><published>2009-07-16T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T20:53:54.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>De-lu-sional</title><content type='html'>I had this wonderful idea for a story when I was walking home from school today. What if there was a forest, a dense, dark forest, haunted by hanged men? What if they were left on those trees for so long, their very being, molded itself to the tree, inhabiting it till the sun goes down and then - the trees &lt;i&gt;walk&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could fit this into a story. -sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap. I have yet to finish wrapping and making the besties' -coughbirthdayprezziescough- :/ And my Geog test is on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craaaaappppp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-7817416693613255975?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/7817416693613255975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=7817416693613255975&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/7817416693613255975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/7817416693613255975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/07/de-lu-sional.html' title='De-lu-sional'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-252740275439521223</id><published>2009-07-14T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:13:10.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I am (up)dating.</title><content type='html'>The majority of boys I know are immature. Particularly Zachus' friends. Prank calls? So Primary Four. Grow up, man. Or is it men?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Goh said my book review was too 'mod' for her to understand. I think that's the most fabulous compliment any english teacher has given me so far. F--ing awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EURGH: MATHS AND PHYSICS TEST ON THURSDAY. DIEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing online?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((watch this video, it will make you crack up. Like a kid in a room with no internet or books.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bof1UX-DLRg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bof1UX-DLRg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-252740275439521223?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/252740275439521223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=252740275439521223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/252740275439521223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/252740275439521223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/07/yes-i-am-updating.html' title='Yes, I am (up)dating.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-4247866799614834490</id><published>2009-07-11T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T23:56:00.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little depressed.</title><content type='html'>It sort of really sucks to know that there is a maths test on three chapters this thursday. It is even more depressing to know that the week of HuiSi, Zachus and Clarine's birthday, I'll be mugging madly. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have such a long list of things I haven't even done yet. I'll get to it the moment I'm done blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, there's so many things running through my mind but I can't quite put it into words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter's coming out! Anyone want to catch it with me on a Saturday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-4247866799614834490?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/4247866799614834490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=4247866799614834490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/4247866799614834490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/4247866799614834490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-depressed.html' title='A little depressed.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-8177237100268665449</id><published>2009-07-07T17:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T19:37:45.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination Predestination.</title><content type='html'>It feels so strange to know that there are people who I'm not that close to reading my blog. It feels even stranger to know that I was featured in the SL quiz for youth day. Since when do I have "a lovely accent" (!) and am "fair and composed"?&lt;br /&gt;Bullsh*t, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, felt kind of bored in my free time before starting on revision and homework so here's a quiz I got from Xavier's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ONE OF YOUR SCARS, HOW DID YOU GET IT?&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't paying attention one day, accidentally stabbed myself in the finger with the lead bit of a mechanical pencil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT IS ON THE WALLS IN YOUR ROOM?&lt;br /&gt;Three framed photos, my P5 LEAD encouragement board and a whiteboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. DO YOU SNORE, GRIND YOUR TEETH, OR TALK IN YOUR SLEEP?&lt;br /&gt;Not that I know of. Mum says I smile in my sleep though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT TYPE OF MUSIC DO YOU LISTEN TO?&lt;br /&gt;Alternative rock, indie, whatever blows my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME YOU WERE BORN?&lt;br /&gt;3.47 or 3.49 am. Whoever wrote it in my health booklet wasn't very clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;To hang out and chat with my besties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WHAT DO YOU MISS?&lt;br /&gt;Having funny conversations with the hipsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WHAT IS YOUR MOST FAVORITE POSSESSION(S)?&lt;br /&gt;My journals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. HOW TALL ARE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;160 cm? Yeah, I'm pretty short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. DO YOU GET SCARED IN THE DARK?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes. Usually, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. THE LAST PERSON TO MAKE YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;More than likely my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT'S YOUR WORST FEAR?&lt;br /&gt;Getting burnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT KIND OF HAIR/EYE COLOR DO YOU LIKE ON THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever looks good on them. I'm more of a personality person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WHERE CAN YOU SEE YOURSELF PROPOSING?&lt;br /&gt;Where my loved one is? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. COFFEE OR ENERGY DRINK?&lt;br /&gt;Energy drink. Can you spell Milo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. FAVORITE PIZZA TOPPING?&lt;br /&gt;PEPPERONI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. IF YOU COULD EAT ANYTHING RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;br /&gt;A pepperoni pizza : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. FAVORITE COLOR OF ALL TIME?&lt;br /&gt;Lime green. Nuff' said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. HAVE YOU EVER EATEN A GOLDFISH?&lt;br /&gt;No, nor do I intend to. Unless of course, I get stuck on a deserted island Lost style. If that's the case, then everything's on the menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT WAS THE FIRST MEANINGFUL GIFT YOU'VE EVER RECEIVED?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, now watch me get defensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. ARE YOU DOUBLE JOINTED?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. FAVORITE CLOTHING BRAND?&lt;br /&gt;Giordano, maybe? Or M)phosis, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. WHO IS YOUR FAV FEMALE/MALE ACTOR?&lt;br /&gt;I have so many! Zachary Quinto, Heath Ledger, Gerard Butler...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. DO YOU HAVE A PET RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. 5 cats and a crazy dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. WHAT KIND IS IT?&lt;br /&gt;The smelly, smartass kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. WOULD YOU STILL FALL IN LOVE KNOWING THAT THE PERSON IS LEAVING?&lt;br /&gt;I guess it depends on what you mean by 'leaving'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. TYPE A NUMBER FROM ONE TO A HUNDRED:&lt;br /&gt;13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. BLONDES OR BRUNETTES?&lt;br /&gt;Blondes are funnier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. FAVORITE QUOTE?&lt;br /&gt;"Live each day like it's your last."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. FAVORITE PLACE?&lt;br /&gt;Home. Big libraries with comfy seating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. HAVE YOU BEEN OUT OF THE USA?&lt;br /&gt;: O ((I would never leave if I was in the USA.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. YOUR WEAKNESSES?&lt;br /&gt;Insecurity, impatience, the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. MET ANYONE FAMOUS?&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Ong? LOL! I bet people still remember that incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. FIRST JOB?&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. EVER DONE A PRANK CALL?&lt;br /&gt;If I have, I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. DO YOU THINK EVERYONE OUT THERE HAS A SOULMATE?&lt;br /&gt;Well of course. There are, after all, more than 3 billion other people in the world. It's just a matter of whether you meet your soulmate or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. WHAT WERE YOU DOING BEFORE YOU FILLED THIS OUT?&lt;br /&gt;Finishing English homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. HAVE YOU EVER HAD SURGERY?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, dental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. WHAT DO YOU GET COMPLIMENTED ABOUT MOST?&lt;br /&gt;Um. Hardworking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. HAVE YOU EVER HAD BRACES?&lt;br /&gt;OH MY G*D. For five freakin' years! And still counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY?&lt;br /&gt;Letters from my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT AND THEIR NAMES?&lt;br /&gt;It'd be cool if I ever found someone to have kids with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;Eh. Pink Power Ranger. Blame my crazy brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE NAMED AFTER?&lt;br /&gt;Something sentimental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. WHAT IS ONE THING YOU LIKE ABOUT HIGH SCHOOL?&lt;br /&gt;The exposure/life experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. WHAT KIND OF SHAMPOO DO YOU USE?&lt;br /&gt;L'Oreal something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?&lt;br /&gt;Sort of. Quite different from my friends but some say it's hard to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?&lt;br /&gt;Um. Luncheon meat? I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. ANY BAD HABITS?&lt;br /&gt;Hunching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. ARE YOU A JEALOUS PERSON?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I make an effort not to be but yeah, occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Hm... Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. DO YOU AGREE WITH FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS?&lt;br /&gt;I think so, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. DO LOOKS MATTER?&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. HOW DO YOU RELEASE ANGER?&lt;br /&gt;Screaming into my pillow, throwing cushions around, writing in my diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58.WHAT ARE YOU DOING AT THE MOMENT?&lt;br /&gt;Blogging and watching Allison Iraheta vids from the Idols tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. WHAT'S YOUR MAIN GOAL IN LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;To be sucessful and happy in all aspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TOY AS A CHILD?&lt;br /&gt;I had this stuffed dog which I slept with every night. I have no clue where it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. HOW MANY NUMBERS ARE IN YOUR CELL PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not bored enough to count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62.WERE YOU A FAN OF BARNEY AS A LITTLE KID?&lt;br /&gt;I only liked his hospital episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Do you use sarcasm?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, but apparently, some people just don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. MASHED POTATOES OR MACARONI AND CHEESE?&lt;br /&gt;Mashed potatos ftw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;Confidence, intelligence, good conversationalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. WHAT ARE YOUR NICKNAMES?&lt;br /&gt;Kimbo, Kimby, Kim Possible, Kimmeh, Kimiko, Barley, Sharpay, Jim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. FAVORITE SUPER POWER&lt;br /&gt;Telekinesis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOWS?&lt;br /&gt;HEROES, House M.D, CSI NY, Mythbusters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69.WHAT'S THE BEST WAY TO DEAL WITH YOUR ENEMIES?&lt;br /&gt;Ignore them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate fudge brownie or raspberry swirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. DO YOU HAVE ALL YOUR FINGERS AND TOES?&lt;br /&gt;LIEK HOMGZ YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. DO YOU HAVE A COMPUTER IN YOUR ROOM?&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. PLANS FOR TONIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;Bathe, do some math practices and maybe read some fan fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. WHERE DO YOU WANT TO LIVE WHEN YOU ARE OLDER?&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere next to a train station, hopefully near my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO?&lt;br /&gt;Allison Iraheta and Adam Lambert's Slow Ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. LAST THING YOU DRANK?&lt;br /&gt;Good ol' H2O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;My aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE IN THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;What they're wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. WHAT DO YOU LIKE TO DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME?&lt;br /&gt;Read, blog, chat with certain people. Generally just chill out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. FAVORITE THING TO HATE?&lt;br /&gt;Bad teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. FAVORITE SEASON OF THE YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;Heroes: Fugitiv- oh, you meant weather. Autumn then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE TYPE OF CANDY?&lt;br /&gt;Anything gummy or chocolatey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. HAVE YOU EVER REALLY AND TRULY HAD A BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;Black, brown in some lightings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. EYE COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;REALLY dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. SHOE SIZE?&lt;br /&gt;7 or 6, depending on the brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. FAVORITE FAST FOOD PLACE?&lt;br /&gt;KFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. FAVORITE RESTAURANT?&lt;br /&gt;Spageddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. DO YOU LIKE SUSHI?&lt;br /&gt;Me no eat raw fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. WATCH TV TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. FAVORITE DAY OF THE YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;The last day of the school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. PLAY ANY MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS?&lt;br /&gt;Recorder count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. REPUBLICAN OR DEMOCRAT?&lt;br /&gt;Democrat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. KISSES OR HUGS?&lt;br /&gt;Both! But hugs are generally nicer, I think. I wouldn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE NIGHT STANDS?&lt;br /&gt;Relationships, like duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU BOUGHT?&lt;br /&gt;A swiss roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. WOULD YOU EVER BE A HOUSEWIFE?&lt;br /&gt;I could never tolerate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING?&lt;br /&gt;Eldest, Harry Potter 6 and Impulse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. DESCRIBE YOUR LOVE LIFE:&lt;br /&gt;It has some good bits, some sad bits, some funny bits and some boring bits. That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO CALL THIS NOTE?&lt;br /&gt;The Quiz I Got From Xavier's Blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-8177237100268665449?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/8177237100268665449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=8177237100268665449&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/8177237100268665449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/8177237100268665449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/07/procrastination-predestination.html' title='Procrastination Predestination.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-1243440849066955709</id><published>2009-07-06T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:54:58.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams are another way of talking to yourself.</title><content type='html'>I had a weird dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It involved me flashing someone because I was stuck in the labyrinth that is Serangoon Garden and I needed to find a way out since I had tuition but then I ended up in Toa Payoh MRT during peak hour and I got on the wrong platform, one with the heads of trains looking like neoprint booths. I eventually got home but then I was wearing my swimming costume and a swim/bath robe-thing and I was on an old-fashioned sort of carriage with my friends and we were touring some strange land and then a certain guy and I were talking and then - I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what my subconscious is trying to tell me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-1243440849066955709?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/1243440849066955709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=1243440849066955709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/1243440849066955709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/1243440849066955709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/07/dreams-are-another-way-of-talking-to.html' title='Dreams are another way of talking to yourself.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-418068346306194724</id><published>2009-07-06T11:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:06:25.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rgV3JRC3cT4/SlF2xcXVaHI/AAAAAAAAAHA/UpoTNHzIsPk/s1600-h/P1040636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355192023719962738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rgV3JRC3cT4/SlF2xcXVaHI/AAAAAAAAAHA/UpoTNHzIsPk/s320/P1040636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgV3JRC3cT4/SlFx_8UachI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zO6HO9LNBvM/s1600-h/P1040636.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-418068346306194724?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/418068346306194724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=418068346306194724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/418068346306194724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/418068346306194724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rgV3JRC3cT4/SlF2xcXVaHI/AAAAAAAAAHA/UpoTNHzIsPk/s72-c/P1040636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-8297168603198164967</id><published>2009-07-05T11:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T11:37:19.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So like, what happened?</title><content type='html'>Today's Dad's 50th. I ought to, I don't know, make him a pretty card or something. I won't though. Every time I make a card for him, he gives it back to me. Like, every year. Honestly. I've given up already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost regretting applying for Lectors. I don't want to go for their 1pm meeting! Janet, can I tag along to your Legion of Mary meetings?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh. Will continue later. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-8297168603198164967?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/8297168603198164967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=8297168603198164967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/8297168603198164967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/8297168603198164967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-like-what-happened.html' title='So like, what happened?'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-980144578032276421</id><published>2009-07-01T22:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:49:34.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven-sent.</title><content type='html'>Imagine praying and hearing the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for calling heaven.&lt;br /&gt;For English press 1&lt;br /&gt;For Spanish press 2&lt;br /&gt;For all other languages, press 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please select one of the following options:&lt;br /&gt;Press 1 for request&lt;br /&gt;Press 2 for thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;Press 3 for complaints&lt;br /&gt;Press 4 for all others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry, all our Angels and Saints are busy helping other sinners right now. However, your prayer is important to us and we will answer it in the order it was received. Please stay on the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to speak to :&lt;br /&gt;God, press 1&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, press 2&lt;br /&gt;Holy spirit, press 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find a loved one that has been assigned to heaven press 5, then enter his social security # followed by the pound sign. (If you receive a negative response, please hang up and dial area code (666)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For reservations to heaven, please enter JOHN followed by the numbers, 3 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For answers to nagging questions about dinosaurs, life and other planets, please wait until you arrive in heaven for the specifics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our computers show that you have already been prayed for today, please hang up and call again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The office is now closed for the weekend to observe a religious holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are calling after hours and need emergency assistance, please contact your local pastor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and have a heavenly day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-980144578032276421?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/980144578032276421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=980144578032276421&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/980144578032276421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/980144578032276421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/07/megan-fox-was-digitally-enchanced-by.html' title='Heaven-sent.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-5373912479777261239</id><published>2009-06-30T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T20:32:31.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you're on your knees, you're closer to the ground.</title><content type='html'>I am so sick of myself. I see why people can hate me; after all, it takes one to know one, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how g*ddamn messed up this is. Why am I just staring at my phone, not doing anything at all, waiting for you to talk to me or to reply to my messages, when I could be doing something productive and &lt;i&gt;actually&lt;/i&gt; healthy? This is no life. This isn't anything but &lt;b&gt;pathetic&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P-A-T-H-E-T-I-C. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no clue why you aren't talking to me but I can't take it. I hate feeling this insecurity, this vulnerability. I'm pointlessly wasting my time and energy wondering why you've been so distant recently and it's annoying as &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;hell&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-5373912479777261239?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/5373912479777261239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=5373912479777261239&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/5373912479777261239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/5373912479777261239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-youre-on-your-knees-youre-closer.html' title='When you&apos;re on your knees, you&apos;re closer to the ground.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-1606819450978617013</id><published>2009-06-29T11:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T12:10:37.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intermission.</title><content type='html'>First day of school! Yay for Ms Thng allowing us to use the Macs during our ICT program for our own use. She is so awesome, man. Too bad this is a one-off deal though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, it's been pretty okay. Had one period of P.E in which everyone was goofing around while Ms Talib met with those who needed to change their NAPFA scores. Surprisingly, I managed 23 points and a Gold. Totally unexpected, I thought I was gonna get Silver for sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after that was Chinese which was so chaotic. We were waiting for the teacher for like, ten minutes in the wrong class. After some of the guys came in to tell us where the new classroom was, we had to rush to the fourth floor. Not much use though, we only had around ten minutes to squish the lesson in so Mr A. started briefing us about his lesson plan for the next semester. I am terrified for the CL Oral coming up on the first of the September holidays. I need to buck up and start communicating in Chinese ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Math, Mr Tham saddled us with a boatload of homework. The double period was spent working out algebraic equation/fraction-thingies which he said were the 'appetiser' to the main course, something I'm majorly dreading. Suffice to say, it was boring as anything and I was actually glad that KS knocked into my table, making me more alert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about five minutes, ICT will be over and then GG will kick in. We saw the new teacher in some of the other classes and everyone looked as bored as anything. She even looks kind of naggy but I shan't pass judgement on her yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you later, kiddies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-1606819450978617013?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/1606819450978617013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=1606819450978617013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/1606819450978617013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/1606819450978617013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/06/intermission.html' title='Intermission.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-1320355059728380246</id><published>2009-06-28T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:49:54.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Semester resolutions.</title><content type='html'>I am addicted to Fort Minor's "Remember the Name". &lt;br /&gt;The Live version is absolutely &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; but it's the lyrics that make it inspiring. It always seems to echo through my head when I study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;10 percent luck, 20 percent skill, 15 percent concentrated power of will, 5 percent pleasure, 50 percent pain and a 100 percent reason to remember the name.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's reopening tomorrow, hopefully there won't be CCA. My bag is so heavy! P.E uniform, GG TB, MM TB and art stuff :/ Rachael broke her leg ((or something else that involves wearing a thigh-high cast)) so she won't be around for this week. -sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more craziness and butt-slapping. Well, maybe only a slight decrease of the former. But yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've finished most of the holiday work. Only left with Ms Tay's Chemistry chapters to read through and finishing the Lit question cards. Wish me luck! I keep feeling that I'm missing some piece of homework though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be blogging less this semester. Or I might not. I guess it depends on my schedule but brace yourselves for weekend updates. Blogging takes time and I don't have enough as it is on a school night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;u&gt;SO&lt;/u&gt; curious about our new seating arrangement. I already know I'm sitting next to Charmaine so I'm wondering about the placement and who'll be our neighbours. Be it a noisy or quiet environment, I am determined to work harder to get into the top 20 spot for the cohort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I HAVE TO GET INTO THE TOP 10%. I HAVE TO.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: &lt;img src=http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h31/angedeleau/Mood%20Theme%20-%20Disney/determined.jpg&gt; &lt;i&gt;Determined&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: &lt;u&gt;Remember the Name - Fort Minor&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-1320355059728380246?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/1320355059728380246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=1320355059728380246&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/1320355059728380246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/1320355059728380246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-semester-resolutions.html' title='New Semester resolutions.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h31/angedeleau/Mood%20Theme%20-%20Disney/th_determined.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-113171405104551460</id><published>2009-06-27T02:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T02:36:23.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike Shinoda is the bomb.</title><content type='html'>It is 2 in the morning and I have no clue why I'm still awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished the Chinese scrapbook, I've been at it for around 6-7 hours. Wanted to get it done in one sitting so I didn't have to go through the whole making-a-complete-battleground-of-my-room twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A migraine-ish headache has overcome me and I am cursing myself for my stubborness in the face of inconvenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, here's how my room ended up looking, for those curious stalkers who wonder what are the consequences of &lt;i&gt;attempting&lt;/i&gt; to create something wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgV3JRC3cT4/SkUSUQaeJuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/4HCS7x_5RX4/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351703871412381410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgV3JRC3cT4/SkUSUQaeJuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/4HCS7x_5RX4/s320/Snapshot_20090627.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's not in the least weird how truly messy my room looks right now but I swear, my room isn't like this all the time. Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In picture from left to right, foreground to back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper slicer (extremely handy but a tad expensive. lasts a long time though, I've had mine since P3), hole puncher, stack of double-sided tape peelings and black strips, yellow water container, coloured paper, A3 white paper, my handy purple mechanical pencil, &lt;b&gt;double&lt;/b&gt; double-sided tape, soft eraser, SHARP! yellow scissors (I get pissed when my scissors aren't sharp), paint brush case, plastic baggies, my marker case, my pencil case, more pieces of double-sided tape peelings, moderately-sized flower cushion, wire for my laptop, more sheets of A3 white paper, box that the CL e-dictionary came in, stack of files and textbooks and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord. I have to clean this stuff up now. Oh, woe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-113171405104551460?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/113171405104551460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=113171405104551460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/113171405104551460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/113171405104551460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/06/mike-shinoda-is-bomb.html' title='Mike Shinoda is the bomb.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgV3JRC3cT4/SkUSUQaeJuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/4HCS7x_5RX4/s72-c/Snapshot_20090627.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-1451328317238462526</id><published>2009-06-24T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T11:59:49.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomme.</title><content type='html'>The person who tagged you?&lt;br /&gt;- Jia Yi (:&lt;br /&gt;Your relationship with him/her&lt;br /&gt;- Good friend! &lt;br /&gt;Your first impression with him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;- Lunatic, that girl. So crazaye.&lt;br /&gt;The most memorable moments with him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;- Service Learning at the old folks' home.&lt;br /&gt;The most memorable things he/she has said to you?&lt;br /&gt;- Batman!&lt;br /&gt;what should he/she improve that?&lt;br /&gt;- Must become crazy(er)&lt;br /&gt;If he/she becomes your enemy, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;- Hide under my bed sheets with a bar of chocolate and quiver with fear.&lt;br /&gt;If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be?&lt;br /&gt;- Won't happen.&lt;br /&gt;The most desired things you want to do for him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;- Give her a big hug!&lt;br /&gt;Your overall impression on him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;- Always reminds me of a squirrel. Cute, hyper and smart.&lt;br /&gt;The characteristic you hate most about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;- My insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;br /&gt;- My mum. ((Or me, more realistically.))&lt;br /&gt;For people who care and love you,say something to them.&lt;br /&gt;- You guys have no clue how much I love you. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this quiz to 10 people who you want to know how they feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;1. Clarine&lt;br /&gt;2. Shuhan&lt;br /&gt;3. Chloe/Charmaine&lt;br /&gt;4. Adeline&lt;br /&gt;5. Andrea&lt;br /&gt;6. Pratika&lt;br /&gt;7. JiahChing&lt;br /&gt;8. Tania&lt;br /&gt;9. Sarah&lt;br /&gt;10. Guy Friend ((But too bad, he doesn't have a blog.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 6 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pratika - hot european silver screen boys.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 9 a male or a female?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sarah - DUH FEMALE.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 2 studying at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shuhan - Xinmin Sec ):&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you had a chat with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Guy friend, maybe. Or Tania.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of music does 8 like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tania - Westlife!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does 1 have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Clarine - one older brother, I think.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Adeline - Hm. Very likely.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the surname of 5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Andrea - Yeo! As in, "yo!" XD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the hobby of 3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chloe/Charmaine - not sure, shopping, maybe?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do 7 and 9 get along well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;JC &amp; Sarah - they don't know each other but I suppose they would be good friends.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is 10 studying at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Guy Friend - CHS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say something casual about your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;They are small and myopic.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you tried developing feelings for 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shuhan - if you mean feelings of the non-lesbian kind, yeah! She's one of my besties!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does 9 live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Sarah - Around YCK MRT.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What colour does 4 like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Adeline - orange, maybe?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are 5 and 1 good friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Clarine &amp; Andrea - never met.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does 2 like 7?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shuhan &amp; JC - again, if of non-lesbian manner, then they're really good friends!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you get to know 8?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tania - Same class for 2 years in HIPS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does 3 have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chloe/Charmaine - actually, I'm not sure XD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 7 sexiest person is the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;JiahChing - haha, totally.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am i doing now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blogging. Oh, and math.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-1451328317238462526?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/1451328317238462526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=1451328317238462526&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/1451328317238462526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/1451328317238462526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/06/randomme.html' title='Randomme.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-2006448809120198815</id><published>2009-06-21T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T14:26:49.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shakespeare Stockholm Syndrome</title><content type='html'>For all those suffering from SSS (Shakespeare Stockholm Syndrome), this might make you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wE5jB2tl70M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wE5jB2tl70M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-2006448809120198815?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/2006448809120198815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=2006448809120198815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/2006448809120198815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/2006448809120198815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/06/shakespeare-stockholm-syndrome.html' title='Shakespeare Stockholm Syndrome'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-9156983833383887480</id><published>2009-06-20T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T20:06:36.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't spell 'ramen' without 'amen'.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Tell me all the dreams that you have let slip right through your hands&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel lost inside of someone else's life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're not gonna live forever&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me is it now or never&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna make up your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna live without you&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna live a lie&lt;br /&gt;We'll never know till we try&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we'll never know till we try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure is the only way to learn till you've come undone&lt;br /&gt;The rest will never find out what they might have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're not gonna live forever&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me is it now or never&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna make up your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna live without you&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna live a lie&lt;br /&gt;We'll never know till we try&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we'll never know till we try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't tell me sometime just where did we go wrong, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're not gonna live forever&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me is it now or never&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna make up your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna live without you&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna live a lie&lt;br /&gt;We'll never know till we try&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we'll never know till we try &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to Rachael's house on Friday with the firm conviction that we had to finish both the board game and the video but we ended up not doing much at all. I really wish the school hadn't given us such an early date to do our editing. I mean, hello - we were at camp on that day! Unfairness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, we're stuck with Windows Movie Maker when iMovie is so much better. -sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a Saturday and mum came home from Paris offering us wonderfully delicious saliva-inducing bon bons of every sort. Macaroons, my favourite chocolate biscuits, chocolate-coated cereal ((absolutely not like your NTUC's Fruit Loops)), more biscuits and I think some other sweets. I didn't quite open up every bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since dad needed to play golf with some visitors or his boss or something tomorrow, we went for mass today. The RCIA's enquirers were having their acceptance mass and it was considerably long, lengthened by the unheard-of repetitious hymns and brain cell-killing heat. I was sweating right through my jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make it even worse, there was this pair of bickering teenage girls who were talking non-stop sitting right behind me. Can you believe that they were arguing during mass? And throwing "you're so stupid" and "shut up"s at each other. God, how I wanted to turn around and smack those two out the door and into the carpark. For one thing, don't you feel ashamed of yourself for cursing in church, when you're in the presence of God? And hello - you're a young adult! You know better than to talk in such an insulting manner during mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHILDISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, after mass, we went to have dinner at Paragon's Spaggedies. Mum and I ordered the wrong choice of food, regretted it afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we finished dinner, we walked over to Takashimaya and I made a beeline up to Kino(kuniya). Spent the better of an hour perusing the YA section looking for interesting stuff but the new Apprentice book wasn't out yet and I couldn't find anything interesting. I think I might need to start discovering new bookshelves at Kino, I'm fast outgrowing my current corner. Finally bought Eragon ((to see whether it's worth the hype)) and Skulduggery Pleasant: Playing With Fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully that $22 was well-spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I missed you like a fat kid on a hardcore 3 month-diet misses a KitKat. Really, I missed you. Missed you to the point that I was cursing and swearing all sorts of colours in my head, for the simple reason of not knowing where you were. I think I'm in deep. Help?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mood: &lt;img src=http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h31/angedeleau/Mood%20Theme%20-%20Disney/complacent.jpg&gt; &lt;i&gt;Guilty-ish&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: &lt;u&gt;Whyyawannabringmedown - Kelly Clarkson&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-9156983833383887480?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/9156983833383887480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=9156983833383887480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/9156983833383887480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/9156983833383887480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-cant-spell-ramen-without-amen.html' title='You can&apos;t spell &apos;ramen&apos; without &apos;amen&apos;.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h31/angedeleau/Mood%20Theme%20-%20Disney/th_complacent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-6058374116664801648</id><published>2009-06-18T11:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T13:35:39.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resilience Five Chalet/BBQ 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;img width=400 src=http://img31.imageshack.us/img31/4061/img0817z.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width=400 src=http://img195.imageshack.us/img195/9900/img0809x.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width=400 src=http://img35.imageshack.us/img35/9007/img0818u.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width=400 src=http://img195.imageshack.us/img195/7867/img0819e.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width=400 src=http://img31.imageshack.us/img31/3572/img0820c.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width=400 src=http://img37.imageshack.us/img37/5406/img0823q.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width=400 src=http://img14.imageshack.us/img14/6697/img0821z.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width=400 src=http://img8.imageshack.us/img8/3458/img0825l.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width=400 src=http://img10.imageshack.us/img10/8879/img0827ehd.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width=400 src=http://img34.imageshack.us/img34/7299/img0836l.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width=400 src=http://img34.imageshack.us/img34/4302/group1edited.png&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width=400 src=http://img10.imageshack.us/img10/9656/img0838uoz.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width=400 src=http://img198.imageshack.us/img198/5606/img0841l.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width=400 src=http://img10.imageshack.us/img10/9119/img0843l.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width=400 src=http://img31.imageshack.us/img31/7241/img0846.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width=400 src=http://img10.imageshack.us/img10/6848/img0847jve.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-6058374116664801648?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/6058374116664801648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=6058374116664801648&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/6058374116664801648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/6058374116664801648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='Resilience Five Chalet/BBQ 09'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-6588013751992831295</id><published>2009-06-14T20:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:53:20.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna take a ride on your disco stick.</title><content type='html'>Unsuccessfully tried to change blogskin for the past three days. Boring shizz. I feel like moving to tumblr.com and just abandoning this thing because tumblr is a whole lot more cooler than blogger. Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're curious/bored, my tumblr is &lt;a href="http://---r---ch-ch.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://---r---ch-ch.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Fill in the hyphens yourself. I swear, you won't be disappointed. It has me spewing vulgarities like nobody's business. Quite entertaining if I do say so myself. ((I recall JY telling someone - a girl - that if she was 'innocent', I [kim] would be the purest of the lot. I nearly shed tears laughing.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Raffles City with Dad yesterday. We were supposed to walk to Suntec to buy some walkie talkie-thing for my brother and we did but we were dumb and we took the underground pass. It definitely is not for the claustrophobic. Imagine thousands of people, jammed into one little tunnel, moving in different directions and even going against 'traffic'. Evidently, we walked along the roads going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, met Cor and even saw him at his job. Shan't reveal it but when you say it out loud, it sounds hysterical and amazingly dodgy even if it IS in a proper company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had tea at Gloria Bean's and note to self: never ever eat their lemon meringues again. EVER. Who the hell puts CHOCOLATE in a lemon meringue tart? I was better off with a slice of gooey chocolate cake than that crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked back to Raffles with Dad and then met mum for dinner. Shopping afterwards at Robinson's, I needed a robe for my swimming costume ((I didn't manage to buy one. They all looked weird.)) and mum wanted jewellery to match a plain black blouse she had bought. Ended up goofing around the sunglasses section trying to find one that'd look good on me and had rose-pink lens.&lt;br /&gt;Recon was futile though, I didn't have the patience nor the thick skin to keep putting on sunnies while irate sales people watched me and thought, "Damn girl's messing up my work. Now I'll have to rearrange these sunglasses."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round' 9-ish, I dragged mum and dad to B&amp;amp;J's because I was absolutely craving for some of their legendary ice cream. Had a double-scoop Chocolate Therapy in a cup and then rushed into MPH cause' they were having a storewide 20% discount and if you spent over $30, you'd ge a free membership which is like, a super bargain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought Skulduggery Pleasant's The Faceless Ones because they weren't selling Joseph Delaney's stuff and I couldn't find Goth Girl Rising yet. I actually wanted to get Joker by Brian Azzarello but eventually decided against it since mum was already getting another book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, to cut the long story short, I gained 1 kg over the past 3 days and made adequate use of the GSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't that wonderful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;((Now where the hell are you, guy friend? Miss you like crazy.))&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: &lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h31/angedeleau/Mood%20Theme%20-%20Disney/mellow.jpg" /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Mellow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: &lt;u&gt;Runaway - Electrico&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-6588013751992831295?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/6588013751992831295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=6588013751992831295&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/6588013751992831295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/6588013751992831295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wanna-take-ride-on-your-disco-stick.html' title='I wanna take a ride on your disco stick.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h31/angedeleau/Mood%20Theme%20-%20Disney/th_mellow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-609547791889085175</id><published>2009-06-11T16:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:52:02.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NACLI</title><content type='html'>HOLY NACLI, BATMAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NACLI was awesomeawesomeawesome. Everyone was so hiiiighhhh and enthusiastic and crazaye. The accommodations and facilities were so much like a chalet's and the food was GOOD. Almost like a buffet, where you get to choose what you want and exactly how much of it. There was rice, chicken wings ((WIN!)), kuay teow ((strangely nice 8D)), hokkien mee and some other dishes I can't recall now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group was AAACCEEE! Nattapon, Judith, Elaine, Seorin, Jia Xin, Enzio, Jie Ming, Jing Yi, Suda, Ni Wen, Anh and Sheila. We may not have won many things but we beat our own records :D Remember "You're pro! You're very pro!"? Haha, inside joke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunked with Sky a.k.a KengYin, QiaoHan, ZhiYi and NiWen. They're all party animals, man! Rofl. PP 2205 rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to type out everything we did in great detail so I'll number it by day and time of occurence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY UNO&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice breakers - Got into our groups &amp; thought of name; played Warriors, Cowboys, Red Indians and SARS. We were the cowboys! "Chukalata, Chukalata, BANG BANG BANG!" Felt bad for the warriors, everyone was 'arrowing' at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rope Game - We had to get to the other side of a skipping rope without it touching us as it turned. Seven levels, we accomplished all! Even the one where our entire cohort had to cross together. Imagine 50 people minus the rope-turners 'chionging' under a rope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captains' Ball - we won 2/3 games! Note: Always make use of your strengths (i.e screaming in the case of OLING)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prep for MAD Night - We got some weird CD with funny techno dance songs on it and our subject for the skit was the 'Cracked Pot'. We kept on mispronouncing the thing so that it sounded like "crack pot" XD Finished the props. JiaXin drew very pretty flowers (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY DOS&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Morning Exercise/Assembly - Resung the school song twice. Played some-no-name game where you had to stand in twos around the area and there would be one chaser and one 'victim'. 'Victim' would have to run and find a pair to stand with. Person at the other end of the pair would become the next 'victim'. If you were caught, the roles would switch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hula Hoop thing - Made the first record but came in last for the final round. Note: Never start with the tallest person when you have to get into a hula hoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moonball - Since we were the first out and we had no idea how to score, we were thoroughly trashed by the other team. I think the score was like, 21-3? It didn't help that they kept serving first. But we learnt our lesson after that and won the other games 8D Elaine and I were the motivators a.k.a screamers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leap of Faith - Everyone was uber excited when we saw the pool we had to swing across. Too bad it was dirty! Had little tadpoles and dead insects floating in it but I suppose it was quite clean considering it was unsheltered from the elements. &lt;br /&gt;I wonder if they put chlorine in it... probably not. Anyway, was the second girl to cross &amp; I said that my goal was to get 5 As by the end of this year. Haha, must've made an impression on the trainer, she kept on repeating my goal to everyone XD Got super sunburnt while on the platform and got kicked in the face and shoulder ((how unglam is that?!)) cause' I was sitting nearest the landing point. I think I might've kicked Nattapon/Ivan when I swung on. Sorry guys. Lol, Louis took Judith's picture! The water was cooling though (:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dominoes - We made a picture using dominoes and our's was our group name in rainbow gradients surrounded by a two-toned border of different colours. There was this squiggly line going across the inside of the square and another one on the bottom extending down from the border with a star at the end. I came up to talk about the design and said stuff like "we like organisation and clarity in our group, that's why it's either two-toned or one colour, unlike all the other groups which had no colour combis" and "the straight and squiggly lines show that we are creative, we don't just think in straight lines, also think in other ways" ((I think I must've said 'think straight' or something along that line, maybe 'xiang wai', courtesy of JiaYi's translation, which got everyone giggling as they thought of the wrong thing)) and "the stars are what we associate with our group". &lt;br /&gt;Lol, Judith said I'm very good at &lt;B&gt;&lt;i&gt;bull-sh*tting&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; since it was totally impromptu XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Night Prep - Rushed and rushed and rushed. Don't remember much except it was really humid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Night - Our group's skit &amp; dance weren't up to par but we didn't care. "Nevermind, at least we'll look like fools together." Really enjoyed everything else though, the mass dances were great! Did it with Judith and neither of us knew what we were doing XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY TRES&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning Exercise/Assembly: Late again but at least it was faster than the day before by a minute XD Judith and I were the initial 'freezers' for the modified Ice &amp; Water, followed by Nattapon, Amanda and some other people I can't remember. The game was mostly like Ice &amp; Water cept' instead of touching each other to 'unfreeze' the frozen person, they had to run and throw a green bandana which was placed in the middle of the parade square to 'unfreeze' everyone. Haha, Amanda and I were the ones guarding the bandana (: In the end, we still had about four or five people who hadn't been frozen and for their prize, they chose to postpone the start of the next activity from 9 to 9.30am. Thanks guys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break - Finished breakfast then went back to the room to change. Still had some time left so I went next door to Judith &amp; Janet's room to play poker with them. I think Janet won the most XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Stations - We did station 4 first and it was the Moonball thing again. We beat our own record! 80 taps! : D We didn't care that it was the lowest among all the groups, we were just glad that we did four times better than yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;Skip to the last station.&lt;br /&gt;We beat the record for the number of rounds in 10mins! Basically, what we had to do was hold wooden rods for a person to walk on and around the planters. First was JieMing, then Elaine, Sheila and finally JieMing again. Enzio and I kept on shouting "You're pro, you're very pro! Good job!" to encourage them and it worked :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acid Seas - Felt bad for Anh who was the last one in our group who kept on having to bend down to retrieve the bricks and planks while being shouted at to hurry up from us in front. Nevertheless, we had lots of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last hour of camp - we had a little session in the Learning Lounge where we were supposed to write our strengths, what we would want to do differently next time and what we appreciated about ou group on to pieces of MahJong paper and I think I was one of the few who actually wrote their names with their statements. Can you spell Goondu? XD &lt;br /&gt;Random, but during the reflection time, they played disney songs and my group was astounded that I knew which movie each of the songs came from, even the obscure Toy Story 2 When Somebody Loved Me song ((which makes me cry every time I watch the movie)) XD See, those P3 years of coming home at 8 o'clock to watch Disney movies did some good after all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/natWIzL4gLg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/natWIzL4gLg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we watched the camp video and it really brought back so many good memories. I can't wait till we get the CD! (: Broke camp, Dad fetched Sky, Melody, Judith &amp; Janet to the MRT station. In my haste to meet Dad, accidentally left my camp booklet in the lounge. -sigh- Nevermind, the images imprinted in my head mean more than pieces of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's it. Wow, long post, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: &lt;img src=http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h31/angedeleau/Mood%20Theme%20-%20Disney/nostalgic.jpg&gt; &lt;i&gt;Nostalgic&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: &lt;u&gt;Ordinary Miracle - Sarah McLachlan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-609547791889085175?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/609547791889085175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=609547791889085175&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/609547791889085175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/609547791889085175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/06/nacli.html' title='NACLI'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h31/angedeleau/Mood%20Theme%20-%20Disney/th_nostalgic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-1138178549717783154</id><published>2009-06-07T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T16:25:19.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Albert Einstein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-1138178549717783154?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/1138178549717783154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=1138178549717783154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/1138178549717783154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/1138178549717783154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/06/gravitation-is-not-responsible-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-6480756287763006334</id><published>2009-06-05T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T00:50:08.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day The Saucers Came-Neil Gaiman</title><content type='html'>The Day The Saucers Came-Neil Gaiman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, the saucers landed. Hundreds of them, golden,&lt;br /&gt;Silent, coming down from the sky like great snowflakes,&lt;br /&gt;And the people of Earth stood and&lt;br /&gt;stared as they descended,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting, dry-mouthed, to find out what waited inside for us&lt;br /&gt;And none of us knowing if we would be here tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;But you didn't notice it because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, the day the saucers came, by some coincidence,&lt;br /&gt;Was the day that the graves gave up their dead&lt;br /&gt;And the zombies pushed up through the soft earth&lt;br /&gt;or erupted, shambling and dull-eyed, unstoppable,&lt;br /&gt;Came towards us, the living, and we screamed and ran,&lt;br /&gt;But you did not notice this because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the saucer day, which was the zombie day, it was&lt;br /&gt;Ragnarok also, and the television screens showed us&lt;br /&gt;A ship built of dead-men's nails, a serpent, a wolf,&lt;br /&gt;All bigger than the mid could hold,&lt;br /&gt;and the cameraman could&lt;br /&gt;Not get far enough away, and then the gods came out&lt;br /&gt;But you did not see them because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the saucer-zombie-battling-gods&lt;br /&gt;day the floodgates broke&lt;br /&gt;And each of us was engulfed by genies and sprites&lt;br /&gt;Offering us wishes and wonders and eternities&lt;br /&gt;And charm and cleverness and true&lt;br /&gt;brave hearts and pots of gold&lt;br /&gt;While giants feefofummed across&lt;br /&gt;the land, and killer bees,&lt;br /&gt;But you had no idea of any of this because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, the saucer day the zombie day&lt;br /&gt;The Ragnarok and fairies day, the&lt;br /&gt;day the great winds came&lt;br /&gt;And snows, and the cities turned to crystal, the day&lt;br /&gt;All plants died, plastics dissolved, the day the&lt;br /&gt;Computers turned, the screens telling&lt;br /&gt;us we would obey, the day&lt;br /&gt;Angels, drunk and muddled, stumbled from the bars,&lt;br /&gt;And the bells of London were sounded, the day&lt;br /&gt;Animals spoke to us in Assyrian, the Yeti day,&lt;br /&gt;The fluttering capes and arrival of&lt;br /&gt;the Time Machine day,&lt;br /&gt;You didn't notice any of this because&lt;br /&gt;you were sitting in your room, not doing anything&lt;br /&gt;not even reading, not really, just&lt;br /&gt;looking at your cell-phone,&lt;br /&gt;wondering if I was going to text back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-6480756287763006334?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/6480756287763006334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=6480756287763006334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/6480756287763006334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/6480756287763006334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-saucers-came-neil-gaiman.html' title='The Day The Saucers Came-Neil Gaiman'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-5800518067639773588</id><published>2009-06-04T23:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T23:37:28.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolatechocolatechocolate.</title><content type='html'>I swear to you, God is more awesome than awesome. He is... Godly XD&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how weird it is to have your 22-year old brother with someone he is probably romantically interested in and another girl in your dining room playing MahJong and eating durian (oh Christ - the stink!) and then having this major urge to eat Lindt chocolate but you can't since to get to the chocolate, you'd have to pass by them and God knows how awkard that is, right? Especially in your flying sheep flannel jammies'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been telling myself, "No, kimbo, you do not need chocolate. You don't need chocolate. You don't need chocolate..." for the past three hours but secretly yearning to just suck it up and run down to the kitchen for it and then having to feel like some diabetic who's been cooped up far too long without his artifically sweetened tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, guess God must've heard my distress calls because in comes Dad to my room with not one but &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;TWO&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; pieces of chocolate for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another miracle of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((Don't mind me, I'm babbling. I suspect it was the chocolate -half crazed grin-.))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-5800518067639773588?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/5800518067639773588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=5800518067639773588&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/5800518067639773588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/5800518067639773588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/06/chocolatechocolatechocolate.html' title='Chocolatechocolatechocolate.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-858355457060626909</id><published>2009-06-03T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:16:18.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris Rock(s)</title><content type='html'>Chris Rock may be vulgar but he is effin' hilarious so go and watch him on youtube. This video is particularly funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z9A2I-X7b-w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z9A2I-X7b-w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, Coraline is one of the coolest animated ((does Stop Motion count?)) films I've ever seen. GO CATCH IT YO'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-858355457060626909?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/858355457060626909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=858355457060626909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/858355457060626909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/858355457060626909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/06/chris-rocks.html' title='Chris Rock(s)'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-858175193083676727</id><published>2009-05-31T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:12:41.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Di(stance).</title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm stuck on some island, Robinson Crusoe-style.&lt;br /&gt;Except, Robinson Crusoe probably had more fun battling cannibals and teaching Friday the Queen Mother's language than I'm having watching DOMINO and ATLANTIS on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, everyone's either away at camp or they're simply vacationing in some other galaxy a billion million miles away, completely unaware that they - probably - have text messages from me that need to be replied to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is gonna be so boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition is starting up again and I don't want to go because it means having to listen to my teacher going "I told you so" when she sees my exam results. &lt;br /&gt;And the only &lt;i&gt;remotely&lt;/i&gt; fun thing which'll be happening is the R&amp;J filming on Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigel says he is going to spend his holiday alternating between sleeping and playing soccer because he doesn't want to work at Mcdonald's or start studying. I plan to complete everything by this week and then stuff in all into file so I don't lose anything. &lt;br /&gt;By God, I'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked up many of my old favourite fiction series' over these few days; Lemony Snicket was one of them and I think Olaf/Kit is kinda cute. Harry Potter's Draco/Hermione, Rose/Scorpius &amp; Harry/Hermione has pretty interesting fanfiction online so I've gone and read those too. Tried stomaching Frank Beddor's Looking Glass Wars but it's hard when you know the sequel to the book is utter crap so it's a lot like wasting your time. &lt;br /&gt;Finally got round' to finishing Shopaholic and Baby but Chick Lit is a lot like having ice-cream for dinner. It's sweet and naughty but it doesn't really fill you up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just give me my science fiction already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Terminator Salvation was totally not worth the amount we paid for tickets and popcorn. Seriously. Though you've got Christian Bale a.k.a The Dark Knight acting as John Connor, he shouts too much and he does not make up for a weird, anti-climactic story and a naked Arnold Schwarzenegger running around for no reason at all. The poor editing was another thing which bugged me all-throughout the film since there were instances where it felt like there were missing scenes and they just jumped from Point A to Point C without showing you Point B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everyone so damn much these days. It's a bit like no one cares I exist anymore and although my logical side is telling me that lots of people are either at camp or away in like, Mongolia or something, the feelings of abandonment are still running through my body, making me all depressed and desperate. &lt;br /&gt;Wish I was more positive and understanding and un-possessive but there you go - me on a silver platter, raw and real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be a bit teary right now, I might not. Whatever the case, I'm being a first-class idiot and I really should get a life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment and tell me you're alive, friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-858175193083676727?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/858175193083676727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=858175193083676727&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/858175193083676727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/858175193083676727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/05/distance.html' title='Di(stance).'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-6816464037094760127</id><published>2009-05-29T17:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T21:09:21.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surf's up dude.</title><content type='html'>250th post!&lt;br /&gt;But I don't really think it's accurate since I have some posts that are drafts and well... I'm too lazy to count whether the drafts are part of the 'score' or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was the last day of Semester 1! WOOTS! : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one was having lessons at all since there was CCA photo-taking. I actually &lt;b&gt;SAW&lt;/b&gt; Mr CH just stoning at his computer watching a video while the rest of the class was chatting with one another. I myself wasn't in class till the very last period since HuiYing and I were supposed to be touching up our Autodesk entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so jealous of Emily &amp;amp; Desmond's car :/ It's a TANK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://jalopnik.com/cars/assets/resources/2007/09/batmobile_Tumbler.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks ezackly like Batman's Tumbler cept' it's longer and has this damn cool plating along the sides. And KengYin &amp;amp; YaoLe's car is funny! It's a literal Bow and Arrow XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, we went back to class for the last period and we got back our report books. Congrats to QIANYI for top in class (: Andrea got second! Haha, you guys totally deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;((I'm trying not to be bitter that I'm sixth :3 Is it working?))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda mixed in emotions for my 27th position in level. On the positive side, I'm in the top 15%. On the down side, I've deproved since last year. But then again, maybe everyone has improved and I'm just standing stationary. In any case, I'm 0.8% from an A1 for the overall percentage and that's what really gets me D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr THM writes longer remarks than Mrs H from last year. I like the "excellent public speaking skills" bit but that's only there cause' Mr THM doesn't know me well enough to comment on anything else XD Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the last period, we had a class party in the canteen : D There was popcorn (salty! just the way I like it ;D), potato chips, coloured jelly, soft drinks and pizza. It was really good. Thanks to those who brought the food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the ISH to play captains' ball after that. Mr THM was really 'extra' and I think he looked a bit like one of em' guys from Band with the white tee and black slacks. By the way, did I mention how &lt;i&gt;'handsome'&lt;/i&gt; JieYu looked in his CCA uniform? ROFLMAO XD&lt;br /&gt;I was practically shrieking with laughter when I came back from the toilet and saw him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a 'whale of a time' (who uses these kinds of phrases now?) during the games and got really disgusting and sweaty and pink-cheeked (because this is a better word than RED). I think I was more grossed out than anyone else at my own appearance. Seriously, sometimes I think God gave me my last name for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived home at 5-ish and I've been watching Harry Potter ever since. Movie marathon, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the June Holidays commence (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: &lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h31/angedeleau/Mood%20Theme%20-%20Disney/silly.jpg" /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Silly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: &lt;u&gt;Stay Away - Electrico&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Miss you, guy friend. Hurry up and reply to my texts!&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/8110520749147559460-6816464037094760127?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/6816464037094760127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=6816464037094760127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/6816464037094760127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/6816464037094760127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/05/surfs-up-dude.html' title='Surf&apos;s up dude.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h31/angedeleau/Mood%20Theme%20-%20Disney/th_silly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-9155734803903139722</id><published>2009-05-25T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:32:50.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H1No1</title><content type='html'>I am sick.&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievably, disgustingly sick.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I refuse to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; go to school tomorrow. I don't want to end up as just a "Not in picture: Kimberly ... .. .." at the bottom of the name list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I shall endure the hacking and the sneezing and the snot dripping down my nose when my hands aren't fast enough. Let there be a statue erected in my honour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;-&lt;/center&gt;Guy friend won't reply to my messages and he practically ran away from me on Sunday. I don't know what's up with him. Maybe he's just really&lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;really busy.&lt;br /&gt;((I know you read my blog, you better comment on this post.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad just left town, he promises to bring back Lindsor/Lindt chocolates. That almost makes up for me not being able to hug him [because we don't want him to catch my flu and detain the whole plane in case of anything]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hossan Leong is the man.&lt;br /&gt;He is a genius and we sing tributes to him during class time.&lt;br /&gt;JiaYi even wrote down the whole of We Live In Singapura. Perfect for reading during English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, you owe me a blog-thank you for the foolscap, JiaYi.&lt;br /&gt;And because you didn't end up asking Ms L what was the meaning of "ejaculation" during her lesson, here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Entry: ejac·u·la·tion &lt;a class="audio" onclick="&amp;#10;        popWin('/cgi-bin/audio.pl?ejacul04.wav=ejaculation'); return false;&amp;#10;      " href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/cgi-bin/audio.pl?ejacul04.wav=ejaculation"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronunciation: \i-ˌja-kyə-ˈlā-shən\&lt;br /&gt;Function: noun&lt;br /&gt;Date: 1603&lt;br /&gt;1: an act of &lt;a class="formulaic" href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/ejaculating"&gt;ejaculating&lt;/a&gt; ; specifically : a sudden discharging of a fluid from a duct&lt;br /&gt;2: something &lt;a class="formulaic" href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/ejaculated"&gt;ejaculated&lt;/a&gt; ; especially : a short sudden emotional utterance&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-9155734803903139722?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/9155734803903139722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=9155734803903139722&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/9155734803903139722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/9155734803903139722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/05/h1no1.html' title='H1No1'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-6963452765735180465</id><published>2009-05-23T12:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T13:31:18.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't walk now.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was hardcore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hardcore, I sprained my ankle(s) [thus, I am currently limping and both my legs hurt like you wouldn't believe].&lt;br /&gt;But the Ice &amp;amp; Water was beyond fun so - &lt;b&gt;no regrets&lt;/b&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you don't know, we had our Sports Carnival yesterday. It basically consisted of us councillors dragging ourselves to school at 6.40 am and then walking to NYJC at 7 as a big group to start our duties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PA Duty was dumb. Really. We just walked around with an annoying loudhailer [we had to share 1 between the three of us and the battery hatch wouldn't close properly] making the weirdest announcements like &lt;i&gt;"STUDENTS, YOU ARE REMINDED TO PICK UP ALL THE LITTER YOU SEE AROUND YOU EVEN IF IT ISN'T YOUR'S"&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;"MR CHONG WON'T LET YOU GO BACK TILL THE AREA IS CLEAN"&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;"FRISBEE COMPETITORS, PLEASE MEET MS LIM ON THE FIELD NOW"&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ms TB kept on screaming at us her displeasure with our inefficiency, lack of initiative, disorganisation blahdeblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than that, we had such a great time. We won 1st for the 4 x 100m relay (girls') and either 1st or 2nd for the boys' one. Yay :D&lt;br /&gt;The E1 umbrella tent was funny! Imagine about five to seven umbrellas forming a strange dome-like structure to shield about 10 girls from the furious rays of 9 am-sunlight. We &lt;u&gt;TOTALLY&lt;/u&gt; should have taken a picture. -pouts-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Sports Carnival, most of 2E1 went back to the ISH to play some more sports. There was badminton, captains' ball, Hand Squash and Ice &amp;amp; Water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice &amp;amp; Water was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;The girls were the catchers and we were like, herding the boys into each other's clutches to be caught, almost like cheetahs or something. Audrey was so cool - every time she caught a boy, she'd drag him back like some cop or something to our 'holding cell', guarded by FangYuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a quick lunch at the adjacent coffee shop and I had FRIES (: Haven't had any in the longest time. When we got back to school, the girls went off for their respective CCAs [GG for YanLing &amp;amp; JiaYi and Infocomm for Rachael] while I headed to the showers to bathe. Actually, I really wanted to try showering in the ISH showers since those stalls were a lot nicer and more private but nevermind - what mattered was that I was clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Prize Giving was next. Got the blazers from the Council Room, put on our Court Shoes [which hurt like &lt;b&gt;HELL&lt;/b&gt; with my sprained ankle] and started the dry run till 3.50-ish. I guess it went fine but after the ceremony, my mum said that I was speaking too fast. I don't think so but whatever; I'm just glad the craziness is over now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have posted everything yesterday but I was so exhausted that I fell asleep at 8.30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yesterday was epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: &lt;img src=http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h31/angedeleau/Mood%20Theme%20-%20Disney/thoughtful.jpg&gt; &lt;i&gt;Nostalgic&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: &lt;u&gt;I Want You - Electrico&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-6963452765735180465?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/6963452765735180465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=6963452765735180465&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/6963452765735180465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/6963452765735180465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/05/cant-walk-now.html' title='Can&apos;t walk now.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h31/angedeleau/Mood%20Theme%20-%20Disney/th_thoughtful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-7348088836774115524</id><published>2009-05-20T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:40:35.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Ships and Shoes and Sealing Wax</title><content type='html'>So, we spent the entirety of today sitting on our rumps in the hall checking our MYE scripts and it was fairly entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in between JiaYi and Audrey is loads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;We sang Disney songs all throughout the day :D And when we exhausted our knowledge of Disney songs, we moved on to teletubbies, then Sesame Street and then, um - I can't quite remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was immensely cool how all of us were so helium-hiiiiigh during the script-checking. There was no awkardness whatsoever. Definitely a time we could look back on and smile at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I've been beating around the bush. Guess you guys want to know how I did. In all honesty, I know I could have done better. Like seriously. But nevermind, "no use in crying over spilt milk", right? It's all uphill from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EL: 45/60 (P1), 40/50 (P2), 37/40 (Oral)&lt;br /&gt;CL: - shan't say, very embarrassing but at least I passed. -&lt;br /&gt;MM: 88/100! :D Best score so far, surprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;SC: 76/100&lt;br /&gt;HS: 66/100; horrid is the only way to describe it. I wish I hadn't listened to Mr E and only zero'ed in on one point for the short answer questions. SO NOT TAKING IT NEXT YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;Lit: 60/75 = 80%! Very happy (: I'm loving my 24/25 score for the Dally question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((I foresee a friday in which I completely lose my voice. Blame being on PA duty for the sports carnival and then emceeing the 2-3 hours of Prize Giving after that.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: &lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h31/angedeleau/Mood%20Theme%20-%20Disney/bored.jpg" /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Tired&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: &lt;u&gt;Leave Out All The Rest - Linkin Park&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-7348088836774115524?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/7348088836774115524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=7348088836774115524&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/7348088836774115524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/7348088836774115524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/05/of-ships-and-shoes-and-sealing-wax.html' title='Of Ships and Shoes and Sealing Wax'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h31/angedeleau/Mood%20Theme%20-%20Disney/th_bored.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-4709307290674126977</id><published>2009-05-17T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T23:50:44.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Grace transcends all boundaries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because God is awesome like that 8D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-4709307290674126977?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/4709307290674126977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=4709307290674126977&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/4709307290674126977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/4709307290674126977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/05/grace-transcends-all-boundaries.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-5502667212935690782</id><published>2009-05-15T13:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T14:35:55.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all crap, I tell you.</title><content type='html'>All I really want to do is to sit down and consume a neverending plateful of waffles.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, that sounds like a great plot for a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Girl finds magic plate which has an unending supply of waffles, all of which are delicious and fluffy. She eats and eats and eats, her tongue eventually numbs itself to all other tastes other than that of waffles. The girl balloons but she can't stop. &lt;b&gt;It's too good.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, she dies. Death by waffles.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny finally got the boot from AI and I am very happy. He was so... bland. Like a Taylor Hicks Junior. Still quite sore from Allison's leaving but she'll probably do a 'Daughtry' and be totally famous out of the AI Spotlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed the music player at last, I was so tired of listening to Aly and AJ. They're pop princesses - you can only tolerate so much of them. I like Chad Kroeger and Santana, they're coolio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYEs are all screwed, I'm waving goodbye to even getting into the top 15 for E1. Like seriously. No confidence at all in any of my papers, not even English. Ms TY said on Facebook that she wanted to vomit blood when she was marking our Bio scripts and I can't blame her. I know that if I get anything more than 70, it's a miracle. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, according to a personality test, I'm an ENTJ. But I'm not putting much stock into it since I've been just about every kind of personality type before and anyway, we've all got our moments when we suffer from 'schizophrenia' ((i.e The Mysterious Case of Tic-Tac-Toe between ShaoWei and ShaoWei)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out for dinner with Mum and Cor afterwards. We'll be having Italian :D Crab Fettuccine! I swear, if I had to live on only one style of cooking, it'd be Italian. Pizza, Gelato, Pasta, Lasagna - what more could you want?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna catch Star Trek on Saturday and then some other movie with the girls on Tuesday. Gotta finish the Autodesk, Trexi and Arte(factually) Speaking entries by Wednesday. Emceeing the Prize Giving with Joice(hopefully) on Friday, rehearsals likely all-throughout the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we've got that dumb Dengue/Recycling CIP next Saturday! The Shakespeare workshop's on the 28th or something and HY, YL and I are down for some D&amp;amp;T exhibition/workshop on the 27th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Talk about post-exam activities.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, off to watch reruns of Heroes, catch ya later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: &lt;img src=http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h31/angedeleau/Mood%20Theme%20-%20Disney/awake.jpg&gt; &lt;i&gt;Something that includes sighing but is actually quite content.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: &lt;u&gt;All At Once - The Fray&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-5502667212935690782?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/5502667212935690782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=5502667212935690782&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/5502667212935690782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/5502667212935690782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-all-crap-i-tell-you.html' title='It&apos;s all crap, I tell you.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h31/angedeleau/Mood%20Theme%20-%20Disney/th_awake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-1403057811678578831</id><published>2009-05-09T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T20:55:23.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j6IBJu90rUM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j6IBJu90rUM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effin' Hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the "but we liiiiikkkeee." part XD &lt;br /&gt;And the "any ACS boys? Ah all grow up become con man (I should know - I'm one.)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uRX3x1rF09E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uRX3x1rF09E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And you forgot to point your finger..." = WIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope these vids brightened your day a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: These past posts are not proper blog entries since they feature more videos and pictures than words. Hence - no titles (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-1403057811678578831?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/1403057811678578831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=1403057811678578831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/1403057811678578831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/1403057811678578831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/05/effin-hilarious.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-5458326200620270036</id><published>2009-05-08T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T00:22:17.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgV3JRC3cT4/SgRXP5HHBuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/z-DGHr2kWZw/s1600-h/IMG_0684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333483789253805794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgV3JRC3cT4/SgRXP5HHBuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/z-DGHr2kWZw/s320/IMG_0684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgV3JRC3cT4/SgRXPnYmYyI/AAAAAAAAAGY/nfOODCnt0xY/s1600-h/IMG_0654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333483784495325986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgV3JRC3cT4/SgRXPnYmYyI/AAAAAAAAAGY/nfOODCnt0xY/s320/IMG_0654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgV3JRC3cT4/SgRXPVXBmzI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7IZZ_DStkks/s1600-h/IMG_0653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333483779656882994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgV3JRC3cT4/SgRXPVXBmzI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7IZZ_DStkks/s320/IMG_0653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgV3JRC3cT4/SgRWySmXC7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/b0mIeag-jqY/s1600-h/IMG_0688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333483280699689906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgV3JRC3cT4/SgRWySmXC7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/b0mIeag-jqY/s320/IMG_0688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgV3JRC3cT4/SgRWx6zXvyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/dprPFsY6rmI/s1600-h/IMG_0695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333483274311810850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgV3JRC3cT4/SgRWx6zXvyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/dprPFsY6rmI/s320/IMG_0695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((Mostly)) overdue photos I found in my camera.&lt;br /&gt;Um, the AA team and the twosome, Shannon and JiaYi. Inseparable, yo'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see my D&amp;amp;T project with Elf - it's the yellow traffic light cat picture. [You can't tell it's a traffic light, the 'stand' wasn't in the photo.] The road has its zebra crossing, we have our Cat Crossing. CC! Lol. I think I am slowly murdering my own brain cells with my idiocy... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, two photos of our R5 class hoodie. Very cool, I would wear it every day if it wasn't for the fact that THE WEATHER IS FRIGGIN' HOT. It's a -insert adjectival cuss word here- furnace in the morning, fridays especially since we - and by that, I mean councillors - need to wear our P.E get-up under our regular uniforms. And we have to wear ties!&lt;br /&gt;KY was like, "Wah, you're wearing your P.E underneath - isn't it hot?" and I replied, "VERY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sweating like a pig but I hope no one makes a comparison or they'll start calling me Swine Flu like what my class dubbed KS after he got a fever and had two days' MC during the Advanced Exams. Poor guy. ((But in all honesty, I want to strangle him for not ensuring he knew how many rounds the 2.4km re-takers had already run and making HuiYing cry. Hurumph.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the hoodie. I think it's awesome and all thanks to JIAHCHING! Wo0ts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is teh awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to wear the hoodie out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To JiaYi: You are the craziest and most random girl ever, kiddo ;D Relinked cha'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the best thing ever is to know that someone you enjoy being with enjoys your company too. Screw declarations of whatever, it's the little things that count (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out yo'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-5458326200620270036?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/5458326200620270036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=5458326200620270036&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/5458326200620270036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/5458326200620270036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/05/mostly-overdue-photos-i-found-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgV3JRC3cT4/SgRXP5HHBuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/z-DGHr2kWZw/s72-c/IMG_0684.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-8243345848419985630</id><published>2009-05-05T16:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T16:48:16.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Rs (Read, Remember, Regurgitate)</title><content type='html'>Four papers down.&lt;br /&gt;I am slacking and I feel ashamed. But it's okay, I'll go and start studying the moment this post is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things are running through my mind now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember YanLing (or was it Rachael?) once randomly telling me that her mind was very messy. I remarked that everyone's mind is messy, no one has an organized train of thought, not really. That would be like having a brain which is compartmentalized with little plastic dividers and labels telling you what's where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but the stuff crammed in my head is a lot like an abstract action painting, with colours running and crossing each other and having no sense of directionality though it does make a pretty picture. I think that's the problem with journal-writing be it on a blog or a little notebook. You're just letting out a stream of words which only make sense to you, jumping from Point A to Point W without any stops in-between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, rant over now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, two things I noticed recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, guys go for anything with a ((relatively)) short skirt. Like seriously, anything. I was having lunch with my family on Sunday and I wore this greenish-gray skirt which went up to about an inch from my knee and I saw this guy STARING at me. And his friends were looking over too! -insert gagging face here-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure there wasn't anything wrong with my appearance but it was unnerving and absolutely hilarious. I wanted to laugh but my parents would just have given me a weird look. But at that moment, I suddenly had this moment of clarity - Guys will go for anything in a short skirt, even if you have acne and not-quite-Posh Spice-legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number Two, NEVER EVER PUT BREAD WHICH HAS BEEN IN A TUPPERWARE FOR 4 DAYS INTO SOUP WHICH IS ALREADY AWFUL.&lt;br /&gt;Your bread will taste like Tupperware and your meal will be totally ruined. Trust me, I should know. It was the worst thing I ever tasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: &lt;img src=http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h31/angedeleau/Mood%20Theme%20-%20Disney/cynical.jpg&gt; &lt;i&gt;Weird&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: &lt;u&gt;ERP Drift - Mr Brown&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-8243345848419985630?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/8243345848419985630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=8243345848419985630&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/8243345848419985630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/8243345848419985630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/05/3-rs-read-remember-regurgitate.html' title='3 Rs (Read, Remember, Regurgitate)'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h31/angedeleau/Mood%20Theme%20-%20Disney/th_cynical.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-2457030731303250681</id><published>2009-04-30T18:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T18:52:58.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frum.</title><content type='html'>Life's been particularly hectic recently. SSP, Council, NAPFA, tuition, deadlines, all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged in forever and I'm sorry to anyone who has visited my blog for a little tidbit of info of my life or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just back from Council's AGM and we got introduced to our 7th EXCO. Made me realise that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Life passes in a blink of an eye, so fast you don't even realise it. Just last year, Xavier was my quiet, cute [as in, funny and kinda shy] Sec 2 probational senior in PA and now he's with Margaret &amp;amp; Jetaime, all vying for President of the SC. It still makes me giggle at times cause' he's just too nice to be strict with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) By the time I'm sec 3 and we have our EXCO, it'll be the 8th, my lucky number (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random, right? I know. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this song. I think all poets are rappers but only some rappers are poets. Common and Tupac are two of the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/IxR4AweLeXE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/IxR4AweLeXE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: &lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h31/angedeleau/Mood%20Theme%20-%20Disney/busy.jpg" /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Busy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: &lt;u&gt;Your Song - Elton John&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-2457030731303250681?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/2457030731303250681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=2457030731303250681&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/2457030731303250681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/2457030731303250681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/04/frum.html' title='Frum.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h31/angedeleau/Mood%20Theme%20-%20Disney/th_busy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-30528293280735647</id><published>2009-04-25T10:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T10:19:39.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 years gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rgV3JRC3cT4/SfJy_8rOY9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Z5yExdzzUYI/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090425_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328447752077468626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rgV3JRC3cT4/SfJy_8rOY9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Z5yExdzzUYI/s320/Snapshot_20090425_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers are the best kind of birthday present (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-30528293280735647?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/30528293280735647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=30528293280735647&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/30528293280735647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/30528293280735647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/04/14-years-gone.html' title='14 years gone.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rgV3JRC3cT4/SfJy_8rOY9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Z5yExdzzUYI/s72-c/Snapshot_20090425_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-281548393816431063</id><published>2009-04-22T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:20:10.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Suddenly I see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- K.T Tunstall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-281548393816431063?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/281548393816431063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=281548393816431063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/281548393816431063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/281548393816431063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/04/suddenly-i-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-7306327632457128744</id><published>2009-04-17T22:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:06:02.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless and worthless.</title><content type='html'>So.&lt;br /&gt;It's been - what, a week since I've last posted? Time flies like you wouldn't believe.&lt;br /&gt;So, good and bad news. Bad news first so I can get cheered up by the good news after that.&lt;br /&gt;Bad news: We got back some of our results and I'm really disappointed with my marks. First, I got only 22/25 for a DAMN easy EL compre and got beaten by EDMUND-WHO CAME IN LAST IN CLASS LAST YEAR-ONG! That being said, I shouldn't really look a gift horse in the mouth ((the phrase sounds so weird)) since lotsa people got 20-17/25. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got 13.5/15 for physics! Which really sucks, according to Mr T since he said that if you're not getting 14, you really need to study more. I blame my normal ray question! I actually drew it correctly the first time round' but recalled something we'd done before and changed my first attempt, thus getting the wrong answer. -sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, on to the good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JianAnn and I were AICs of the ushering thingy and it went pretty well, all things considered. Ms O didn't scold us a lot (: &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Remind me to get yummy treats for those who were on duty!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; They were awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday's coming up soon.&lt;br /&gt;I should feel excited but really, I'm not. The only thing I'm really looking forward to is munching on strawberry cheesecake goodness that day and watching X-MEN: Origins ((right title?)) with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: &lt;img src=http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h31/angedeleau/Mood%20Theme%20-%20Disney/moody.jpg&gt; &lt;i&gt;Image says it all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: &lt;u&gt;I Have Seen The Rain - P!nk&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-7306327632457128744?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/7306327632457128744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=7306327632457128744&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/7306327632457128744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/7306327632457128744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/04/wordless-and-worthless.html' title='Wordless and worthless.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h31/angedeleau/Mood%20Theme%20-%20Disney/th_moody.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-3521191415522510973</id><published>2009-04-12T16:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:51:50.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears from the sky.</title><content type='html'>Been feeling kinda down lately.&lt;br /&gt;It's mostly all the work piling up and threatening to collapse on me like Jenga pieces but it's also the fact that I feel so invisible and ignored.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's probably everyone mugging like mad.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe no one feels the need to show that they're alive and well enough to comment on my posts.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aly &amp;amp; AJ songs run through my head.&lt;br /&gt;Like, I said, I'm feeling down. Blue. Monochromatic, all shades of grey, depressed and just plain out of it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I being overdramatic?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I feel better soon.&lt;br /&gt;((Isn't it weird to say that? It's usually someone else going "Oh, I hope you feel better soon." but this time, it's me and I think it's absolutely pathetic but at least I'm honest with myself.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:68%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Zachus made my day today. Shan't post how or why but he made me feel like a girl. Or at least a friend. And that's something.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: &lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h31/angedeleau/Mood%20Theme%20-%20Disney/crappy.jpg" /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Tired&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: &lt;u&gt;Closure - Aly &amp;amp; AJ&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-3521191415522510973?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/3521191415522510973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=3521191415522510973&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/3521191415522510973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/3521191415522510973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/04/tears-from-sky.html' title='Tears from the sky.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h31/angedeleau/Mood%20Theme%20-%20Disney/th_crappy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-5449392495839213617</id><published>2009-04-10T19:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T19:17:21.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God at the corner of the street.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I found God&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the corner of First and Amistad&lt;br /&gt;Where the west&lt;br /&gt;Was all but won&lt;br /&gt;All alone&lt;br /&gt;Smoking his last cigarette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I said, "Where you been?"&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Ask anything".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where were you&lt;br /&gt;When everything was falling apart?&lt;br /&gt;All my days&lt;br /&gt;Were spent by the telephone&lt;br /&gt;It never rang&lt;br /&gt;And all I needed was a call&lt;br /&gt;It never came&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the corner of First and Amistad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus 1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lost and insecure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You found me, you found me&lt;br /&gt;Lyin' on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded, surrounded&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you have to wait?&lt;br /&gt;Where were you? Where were you?&lt;br /&gt;Just a little late&lt;br /&gt;You found me, you found me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 3]&lt;br /&gt;In the end&lt;br /&gt;Everyone ends up alone&lt;br /&gt;Losing her&lt;br /&gt;The only one who's ever known&lt;br /&gt;Who I am&lt;br /&gt;Who I'm not, who I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;No way to know&lt;br /&gt;How long she will be next to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus 2]&lt;br /&gt;Lost and insecure&lt;br /&gt;You found me, you found me&lt;br /&gt;Lyin' on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded, surrounded&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you have to wait?&lt;br /&gt;Where were you? Where were you?&lt;br /&gt;Just a little late&lt;br /&gt;You found me, you found me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;Early morning&lt;br /&gt;The city breaks&lt;br /&gt;I've been callin'&lt;br /&gt;For years and years and years and years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And you never left me no messages&lt;br /&gt;Ya never send me no letters&lt;br /&gt;You got some kinda nerve&lt;br /&gt;Taking all my world&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus 3 and outro]&lt;br /&gt;Lost and insecure&lt;br /&gt;You found me, you found me&lt;br /&gt;Lyin' on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Where were you? Where were you?&lt;br /&gt;Lost and insecure&lt;br /&gt;You found me, you found me&lt;br /&gt;Lyin' on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded, surrounded&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you have to wait?&lt;br /&gt;Where were you? Where were you?&lt;br /&gt;Just a little late&lt;br /&gt;You found me, you found me&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you have to wait?&lt;br /&gt;To find me, to find me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This has been echoing in my head these two days.&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;/i&gt;not &lt;i&gt;gonna rattle off a long chain of what I've done for the past week that I've not been posting. I'm just too tired to list it all out. Just know that it involves lots of staying back, doing projects and attempting to complete a huge pile of too much homework.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((Say hi, please. PLEASE. ))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110520749147559460-5449392495839213617?l=therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/5449392495839213617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110520749147559460&amp;postID=5449392495839213617&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/5449392495839213617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110520749147559460/posts/default/5449392495839213617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therorschachcomplex.blogspot.com/2009/04/god-at-corner-of-street.html' title='God at the corner of the street.'/><author><name>Kim!by.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011996007838458314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110520749147559460.post-6401829622374982130</id><published>2009-04-03T22:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:08:50.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something akin to dumping cold water on you.</title><content type='html'>GET BETTER SOON, YANLING.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so like, my class has many sick people now.&lt;br /&gt;Sick, as in, "Got &lt;i&gt;-sneeze-&lt;/i&gt; any &lt;i&gt;-cough-&lt;/i&gt; tissue &lt;i&gt;-cough-&lt;/i&gt; paper? &lt;i&gt;-sneeze-&lt;/i&gt;" kinda sick.&lt;br /&gt;Not the "oh my g*d, he's so perverted!" kinda sick. Though granted, we do have some childish guys who are complete idiots but that comes with the territory of being fourteen and studying in a coed school.&lt;br /&gt;So whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still sniffing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of two days ago, I have suddenly realized that I am officially screwed because &lt;br /&gt;-insert dramatic music here-... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I HAVE GONE AND LOST MY THUMBDRIVE&lt;/b&gt; =.=&lt;br /&gt;This is like, the dumbest thing I have ever lost (and believe me, I've lost too many things to count). All my projects and presentations and files were in there and I have a bad feeling I lost it while walking home from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I really dislike doing simultaneous equations by the elimination method. It's so confusing and if you don't use the right form, you have to redo the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;I am no stranger to that.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say that in this chapter alone, I have killed approximately 20 trees.&lt;br /&gt;That should give you some idea of how time consuming the sums are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much better note, I have - by some miracle of God - been notified that I have won 3 positions last year - Top in class, Best in English Language and Best in Visual Arts :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top in class I'm understanding but I still don't get the other two awards. I mean, I got a B3 in the first semester for VA, for chrissakes! And a 70 or something for the two terms after that. I hardly deem that awesomeness. Unless you're telling me everyone got awful results so I'm the best of the worst?&lt;br /&gt;Weirdos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing to note, Chloe got Best in History :D So that means our class was pretty well-represented (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic: I'm kinda really terrified that this was the best I could accomplish, that I'm not getting any higher any time soon. It's like, I'm already at the summit, all that's left to go is downhill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought scares me. It reminds me of something I watched on Numb3rs, when Charlie worries about how all his best work was done when he was a teenager and now, thirty-years old, nothing mathematically amazing was connecting in his brain anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran 3.4km today, 1km during the cohort run and then 2.4km during PE right after the run. I swear, Ms Tb should've given us a discount on the distance. I wish someone had brought a calculator; then, we could argue that she could take our timings, divide it by the number of rounds and then multiply it by 4 to get our 2.4km time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-le sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That major tiredness everyone felt after the run certainly seeped into the rest of our classes after that. Everyone was so lethargic, sweaty and distracted all day that Ms R said we weren't "&lt;i&gt;charging her batteries&lt;/i&gt;" like we usually did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was annoyed, by the way, at how Joel rushed to answer every question she made. I don't get why he feels the need to voice out stuff like that and come across as a know-it-all.&lt;br /&gt;Really, I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xinyu is getting nicer. Or maybe less reserved. I don't know but we make Matrix jokes together and it's cool to have someone who watches and reads the same stuff I do. She even likes Artemis Fowl (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is passing too fast now. In a month, our Advance Papers will be here and I am still not completely mugging like mad. I can't bring myself to study on the bus, no matter how bad I guilt-trip myself, saying I am not making full use of my time. But I can't help it, it's the only time I get to rewind, end of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh G*d&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I just noticed how nerdy I sounded XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, I'm thinking of taking refuge in the library during recess when I'm off-duty. I have given up going to the canteen, despite HuiYing tempting me with blueberry cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is Good Friday and the mass we're going to is early in the morning. I don't know how I'm to survive. On the plus side, Easter is on Sunday and we're manning a booth! So cool : D&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of all these things happening in my life, I still miss all the hipsters. I talked to HuiSi today for an hour and thirty minutes and it felt like we were making up for the past couple of weeks we hadn't been in contact.&lt;br /&gt;It felt wonderful to talk to her again. Just - wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((I know this is a long post but I'm sorry, my fingers are acting on their own impulses. 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