<?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-5247390079512459191</id><updated>2011-10-31T16:48:47.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rise my puppets, its time for a new era.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-3806172123542465404</id><published>2011-10-31T16:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T16:48:47.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class='posterous_autopost'&gt;We walked past each other like complete strangers.. Werent you the one that wanted to be friends badly? ...now you dont even wanna look at me.. Pain.. &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com"&gt;Posted via email&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://cityofboredom.posterous.com/today"&gt;city of boredom&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-3806172123542465404?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/3806172123542465404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=3806172123542465404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/3806172123542465404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/3806172123542465404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2011/10/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-8186426463529849009</id><published>2011-10-30T12:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T12:55:03.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just this time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class='posterous_autopost'&gt;&lt;p&gt;sorry i lied.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;but i can only love you for so long..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i wanna be your friend too.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;maybe not your best friend but.. a good one?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;sorry..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;please don't be cold to me anymore..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i can only love you for so long..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com"&gt;Posted via email&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://cityofboredom.posterous.com/just-this-time"&gt;city of boredom&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-8186426463529849009?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/8186426463529849009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=8186426463529849009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/8186426463529849009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/8186426463529849009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-this-time.html' title='just this time'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-4638690090047007775</id><published>2011-10-29T00:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T00:47:38.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last wish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class='posterous_autopost'&gt;&lt;p&gt;and after I give you the present sealed with love.."&lt;p /&gt;i wanted to tell you..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;that I want you to remember this moment...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i will look into your eyes deeply and ask you to close your eyes..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;and I will whisper,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;beebee, ...... byebye.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;and when you open your eyes,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i'll vanish entirely.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;this time for sure... i can be the cool person i keep trying to be..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I really wish I could let go of you too. I wish I could be strong. I wish I could stop harrassing you..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;that time for sure..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I will be.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you could see this, can you prepare yourself?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As in.. can you prepare to tell me? I really really wanna hear you say all those nice stuff again.. I really really need to hear them again.. I really wanna feel like I matter..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Will you miss me? When im really gone?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I wont force you to say that you love me, that you really missed me this nearly 2 weeks, that you wanted to tell me and msg me but you didnt.. that you think about me, that you care about me, that I mean so much to you. that you couldnt bear for me to go but you have to. that it is painful for you too..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I wont force you.. but I really wish to hear it.. I really really do... &lt;br /&gt;Please don't force yourself if you cant..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Because I like the truthful you :') My honest snail dino :))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Because I really love you. Thats why im making all this fuss..., because... only by doing these my heart will really seal.. and by doing what I really really wanna do and say to you, I will really really give you up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I love you thats why Im trying my best to let you go.. so please, don't ever say that im just doing what I want.. because what i want is probably harrass you forever..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I don't want that... thats why I'm doing all these things so that I can let go...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Its like suicide. I might seem like im doing all these for myself.. but no.. i'm doing it for you. I don't want to harrass you and hurt you anymore. Because I will. Look at me now. I can't survive a day without msging you. So now by doing all these its like attempting suicide..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Do you understand why I have to do it now? Idk I can't explain but.. ya.. it was never intended the way you thought.. you assumed wrongly too..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;wow btw when i say "Idk I can't explain but.. ya." I sound like you! hahah!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I wish you could hold me in your arms and tell me all the sweet stuff you have once said.. that will be the final and best dream.. or even just a "bee, i will never be able to forget you" will be enough.. atakai... :) (blissful smile)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold me. Till the sun sets and we part our separate ways, with only our footsteps to prove that we were once there. Along with the smiles and tears we shed along the way..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you. more than i can ever say.. more than i can ever show.. more than anything else. i love you so much that i'm willing to risk myself, to let you enjoy the happiness you deserve. i'm stupid, but proud to be :) at least, i loved someone so much more than i imagined i could. and he too, did loved me more than he ever did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;baby, hold me cuz before you notice, i'll be gone without a trace.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Please, take my love away. Treasure them. I think you will find them quite useful along the painful thorns of life..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;and after I give you the present sealed with love.."&lt;p /&gt;  i wanted to tell you..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;that I want you to remember this moment...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i will look into your eyes deeply and ask you to close your eyes..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;and I will whisper,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;beebee, ...... byebye.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;and when you open your eyes,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i'll vanish entirely.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Because, this time.. for sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It'll be the last. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ti Amo..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Until we meet again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com"&gt;Posted via email&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://cityofboredom.posterous.com/the-last-wish"&gt;city of boredom&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-4638690090047007775?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/4638690090047007775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=4638690090047007775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/4638690090047007775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/4638690090047007775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2011/10/last-wish.html' title='The last wish.'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-3270124156944324704</id><published>2011-10-27T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T22:30:04.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying my best..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class='posterous_autopost'&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What am i supposed to say when the best part of me is always you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wanna know something?&lt;p /&gt;  Loving you is the Second Best thing I ever did..&lt;p /&gt;  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; ..&lt;br /&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt; Because..&lt;p /&gt;  Finding you is the First. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;Eunice told me today that actually a lot of people told her that you and me look compatible with each other. Like we got the couple look and we look very sweet together..&amp;nbsp; She say she thought that way too and still doesnt get why we have to break up, it makes no sense at all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;yea, idk why either...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;why..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;I miss you.. didn't msg you much today.. I miss you so much...&lt;br /&gt;do you miss me too? I feel terrible, with wr with everything. I can't do anything.. I fail in everything... Love family school.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;Are you worried about me slightly?&lt;p /&gt;&lt;div class='p_embed p_image_embed'&gt; &lt;img alt="312960_279320118769552_215869685114596_927934_1466319919_n" height="500" src="http://getfile8.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2011-10-27/HaFqGACFatwIyJxafkwCBknfxAEJpvyDebHzEyErhqxlrjtuEblrnksxoJvl/312960_279320118769552_215869685114596_927934_1466319919_n.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;People  always think that when you sleep together, there&amp;rsquo;s always something  that is happening in between the sheets and the bed. But let me tell  you, It&amp;rsquo;s not always like that. The feeling of actually hugging each  other until you fall asleep, the warmth of each other&amp;rsquo;s breath, and the  total happiness in the morning when you wake up right beside them.  Everything may sound so good to be true, but sometimes it takes a lot of  responsibility and love to be able to be as wholesome as possible.  Sleeping with your special someone is one of the most heartwarming  experiences you&amp;rsquo;ll ever have. No nothing, simply hugging and smiling  yourself to sleep.&lt;span class="fcg"&gt;"&lt;p /&gt;&lt;div class='p_embed p_image_embed'&gt; &lt;img alt="317837_297817170244096_145514918807656_1314922_1633863549_n" height="240" src="http://getfile8.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2011-10-27/bphefhhdmEeHzwyowcGossqHtfGICGldDDHtsBcJvtixahHBrfctfbsfBAdq/317837_297817170244096_145514918807656_1314922_1633863549_n.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="320" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p /&gt;What happened bee.. :( I love you.... you used to love me so much too.. so much... &lt;br /&gt;just what is love? isnt it supposed to be simple? I think about you all the time, i wonder what you do, i miss you etc? ... :'( today is really an awful day for me.. I ran away from the classroom and hid in one corner and cried.......&lt;p /&gt;then i called you... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="fcg"&gt;Something to let you smile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class='p_embed p_image_embed'&gt; &lt;img alt="308022_281346525217663_163251197027197_1117572_1594456669_n" height="447" src="http://getfile9.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2011-10-27/kEfuxaxyxteiIrddqEEnietbxmlzqJoqoABbDtgDvGukzypxtHzjhyutomky/308022_281346525217663_163251197027197_1117572_1594456669_n.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="445" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; Its so hard to pretend I dont care because I think about you 24/7... &lt;br /&gt;I ate utah today and I wanted to bring it to you so much :((&lt;br /&gt;I miss buying and sharing food with you and seeing your happy face.. Everyone says we look so sweet together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="fcg"&gt;I really miss you... can you tell me you do too? ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="fcg"&gt;This dinosaur is nearly extinct.. gonna disappear from your world soon.. after giving you the presents..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com"&gt;Posted via email&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://cityofboredom.posterous.com/trying-my-best"&gt;city of boredom&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-3270124156944324704?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/3270124156944324704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=3270124156944324704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/3270124156944324704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/3270124156944324704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2011/10/trying-my-best.html' title='Trying my best..'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-2689578672034474148</id><published>2011-09-22T21:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T21:14:40.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>怕。</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class='posterous_autopost'&gt;&lt;p&gt;不要期待 就不会失望&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;不要问 你不想知道的答案&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;要装 不知道 真的好难好难。&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;很开心&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;可是开心到，好怕。&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;原来 孤单寂寞 是这么可怕的。&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;原来 我这么 害怕你离开。。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com"&gt;Posted via email&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://cityofboredom.posterous.com/71675455"&gt;city of boredom&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-2689578672034474148?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/2689578672034474148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=2689578672034474148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/2689578672034474148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/2689578672034474148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='怕。'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-3598303016706797971</id><published>2011-08-12T18:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T18:13:29.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class='posterous_autopost'&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haven't been here for the longest time. &lt;br /&gt;In this duration I have fallen in love, almost fell out, and now half half and confused.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I won't fall out though.&lt;br /&gt;I wish he'll still want me in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Really hurt me when he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" I can't see a future with you "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess in some ways he was right.&lt;br /&gt;My temper and attitude is untoleratable.&lt;br /&gt;Like my sis said, i'm changing.&lt;br /&gt;But not fast or good enough.&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking small turtle steps, which is slow and not useful.&lt;p /&gt;So now i'm trying my best to leap as a hare.&lt;br /&gt;And I really hope you stay&lt;br /&gt;because my world's a better place when you are around.&lt;p /&gt;Really like this btw,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"The truth in love is that you are bound to get hurt, you just have to figure out who is worth the pain. However pain is never a reason to let go, because love without pain is just a game."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats right. &lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid of the pain.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid of getting hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Because without pain love is just a game.&lt;br /&gt;I swear I won't let you get hurt again.&lt;br /&gt;I swear I won't hurt you again.&lt;br /&gt;I swear that everything I did or done that hurt you wasn't intended.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be there to catch you protect you and love you.&lt;p /&gt;Maybe one reason why I refused to let you go,&lt;br /&gt;isn't because i'm selfish and I don't want you to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;More like I still think I can make you happy,&lt;br /&gt;and i'm very afraid that the girl after me will be worse than me.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I have flaws and problems,&lt;br /&gt;but one thing's for sure, my love ain't replaceable.&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to find someone out there that loves you the way I do&lt;br /&gt;With all my heart. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who doesn't love you cherish you or treasure you&lt;br /&gt;don't deserve you.&lt;br /&gt;But if one day you really found someone who loves you more and is better than me, &lt;br /&gt;... I'll let you go.&lt;br /&gt;With a smile in my face :')&lt;br /&gt;I will.&lt;br /&gt;Because I am sure you'll be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Until then.. please stay. And let me shower you with love..&lt;br /&gt;Love that a guy like you deserve..&lt;br /&gt;You have been hurt too much, let me share your burden.&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;p /&gt;If only you could be me for one day, &lt;br /&gt;then you will know how much you matter to me.&lt;br /&gt;And still do.&lt;br /&gt;Thought I'll never love someone like this, &lt;br /&gt;but i did. And it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Hell it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;But if it disappears, it'll hurt tons more. And more.&lt;p /&gt;Baby I love you not because I need you&lt;br /&gt;but I need you because I love you.&lt;p /&gt;If only by someway somehow you knew how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;If only.&lt;p /&gt;I love you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com"&gt;Posted via email&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://cityofboredom.posterous.com/sorry"&gt;city of boredom&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-3598303016706797971?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/3598303016706797971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=3598303016706797971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/3598303016706797971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/3598303016706797971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2011/08/sorry.html' title='Sorry.'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-5016143437802123464</id><published>2011-08-12T17:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T17:58:32.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class='posterous_autopost'&gt;&lt;p&gt;love you and just you.&lt;br /&gt;I don&amp;rsquo;t mind what others say or think&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be with you&lt;p /&gt;So please&lt;br /&gt;If you love me too,&lt;br /&gt;if you can&amp;rsquo;t bear to leave too,&lt;br /&gt;please stay by my side&lt;br /&gt;and leave our past behind.&lt;p /&gt;Because I love you more than I can say&lt;br /&gt;and I need you more than I can imagine.&lt;p /&gt;Please don&amp;rsquo;t go. &lt;br /&gt;Lets just love each other&lt;br /&gt;and don&amp;rsquo;t complicate things&lt;br /&gt;Just the both of us&lt;br /&gt;Simple and free&lt;p /&gt;Maybe there is no such thing as forever&lt;br /&gt;but at least we can be together for a long long time&lt;p /&gt;The future&amp;rsquo;s too far to see&lt;br /&gt;who knows what might happen tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;So lets just think about now&lt;br /&gt;just cherish and hold me now&lt;br /&gt;Because I love you and you love me.&lt;p /&gt;- To my dearest love.&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;My dear beebee&lt;/p&gt; 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&lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com"&gt;Posted via email&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://cityofboredom.posterous.com/black-love"&gt;city of boredom&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-7206586581095776371?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/7206586581095776371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=7206586581095776371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/7206586581095776371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/7206586581095776371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2011/03/black-love.html' title='black love'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-4303793172983785441</id><published>2011-03-10T20:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T20:48:35.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My personality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class='posterous_autopost'&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yea, today suddenly went to research again on my personality, INTP.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;  &lt;li&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite interesting actually, from personalitypage.com&lt;br /&gt;So yea, as an INTP, i'm a thinker :D&lt;br /&gt;Here are some interesting stuffs abt me :&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strengths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Generally laid-back and easy-going, willing to defer to their mates &lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Approach things which interest them very enthusiastically &lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Richly imaginative and creative &lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Do not feel personally threatened by conflict or criticism &lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Usually are not demanding, with simple daily needs &lt;/li&gt;  &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993300; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Weakness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993300;"&gt;Not naturally in tune with others' feelings; slow to respond to emotional needs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993300;"&gt;Not naturally good at expressing their own feelings and emotions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993300;"&gt;Tend to be suspicious and distrusting of others &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993300;"&gt;Not usually good at practical matters, such as money management, unless their work involves these concerns &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993300;"&gt;They have difficulty leaving bad relationships &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993300;"&gt;Tend to "blow off" conflict situations by ignoring them, or else they "blow up" in heated anger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080; font-size: small;"&gt;INTPs generally have the following traits: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080; font-size: small;"&gt;Love theory and abstract ideas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080; font-size: small;"&gt;Truth Seekers - they want to understand things by analyzing underlying principles and structures &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080; font-size: small;"&gt;Value knowledge and competence above all else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080; font-size: small;"&gt;Have very high standards for performance, which they apply to themselves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080; font-size: small;"&gt;Independent and original, possibly eccentric &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080; font-size: small;"&gt;Work best alone, and value autonomy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080; font-size: small;"&gt;Have no desire to lead or follow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080; font-size: small;"&gt;Dislike mundane detail &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080; font-size: small;"&gt;Not particularly interested in the practical application of their work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080; font-size: small;"&gt;Creative and insightful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080; font-size: small;"&gt;Future-oriented &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080; font-size: small;"&gt;Usually brilliant and ingenius &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080; font-size: small;"&gt;Trust their own insights and opinions above others &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080; font-size: small;"&gt;Live primarily inside their own minds, and may appear to be detached and uninvolved with other people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0000; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Possible Career Paths for the INTP:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0000; font-size: medium;"&gt;Scientists - especially Physics, Chemistry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0000; font-size: medium;"&gt;Photographers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0000; font-size: medium;"&gt;Strategic Planners &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0000; font-size: medium;"&gt;Mathematicians &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0000; font-size: medium;"&gt;University Professors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0000; font-size: medium;"&gt;Computer Programmers, Systems Analysts, Computer Animation and Computer Specialists &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0000; font-size: medium;"&gt;Technical Writers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0000; font-size: medium;"&gt;Engineers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0000; font-size: medium;"&gt;Lawyers / Attorneys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0000; font-size: medium;"&gt;Judges &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0000; font-size: medium;"&gt;Forensic Research &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0000; font-size: medium;"&gt;Forestry and Park Rangers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000a0;"&gt;INTP Relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000a0; font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;INTPs live rich worlds inside their minds, which are full of imagination and excitement. Consequently, they sometimes find the external world pales in comparison. This may result in a lack of motivation to form and maintain relationships. INTPs are not likely to have a very large circle of significant relationships in their lives. They're much more likely to have a few very close relationships, which they hold in great esteem and with great affection. Since the INTP's primary focus and attention is turned inwards, aimed towards seeking clarity from abstract ideas, they are not naturally tuned into others' emotional feelings and needs. They tend to be difficult to get to know well, and hold back parts of themselves until the other person has proven themselves "worthy" of hearing the INTP's thoughts. Holding Knowledge and Brain Power above all else in importance, the INTP will choose to be around people who they consider to be intelligent. Once the INTP has committed themself to a relationship, they tend to be very faithful and loyal, and form affectionate attachments which are pure and straight-forward. The INTP has no interest or understanding of game-playing with regards to relationships. However, if something happens which the INTP considers irreconciliable, they will leave the relationship and not look back.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003300; font-size: xx-large;"&gt;CIAOSSU! BYE! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com"&gt;Posted via email&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://cityofboredom.posterous.com/my-personality"&gt;city of boredom&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-4303793172983785441?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/4303793172983785441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=4303793172983785441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/4303793172983785441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/4303793172983785441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-personality.html' title='My personality'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-4186399039503677156</id><published>2011-01-05T17:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T17:37:50.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class='posterous_autopost'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gemini:&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is going pitter-pat, Gemini, and you're tempted to escape into a romantic fantasyland in which you play the starring role. The bad news is that something may be trying to hold you back today. It could be that your conscience is coming on the scene to remind you that work needs to be done before you can go off into your own little fairytale world.&lt;p /&gt;What needs to be done? So that my conscience is free?&lt;p /&gt;Adios, guilty.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com"&gt;Posted via email&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://cityofboredom.posterous.com/guilt"&gt;city of boredom&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-4186399039503677156?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/4186399039503677156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=4186399039503677156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/4186399039503677156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/4186399039503677156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2011/01/guilt.html' title='Guilt'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-5972102551423167823</id><published>2010-12-27T15:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T15:03:45.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class='posterous_autopost'&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm sorry my darling. &lt;br /&gt;im sorry my love.&lt;p /&gt;maybe last year I needed you. &lt;br /&gt;I was lost, lonely and very anti-society. &lt;br /&gt;I hated this world. &lt;br /&gt;And then I met you, &lt;br /&gt;you brought light into my world.&lt;p /&gt;maybe last year you needed me,&lt;br /&gt;you needed someone to love you and care for you the way I do&lt;br /&gt;to show you that someone out there still loves you&lt;br /&gt;Still wants to spend their entire life with you&lt;br /&gt;And then you met me&lt;br /&gt;I showed and showered you with great love&lt;p /&gt;but&lt;p /&gt;maybe this year he needed me&lt;br /&gt;he is lost, and didn't cared about the world.&lt;br /&gt;he didn't had the right people.&lt;br /&gt;He needed a good person to bring him back on track,&lt;br /&gt;to vegetarian, &lt;br /&gt;to continue joining.&lt;br /&gt;And then he met me,&lt;br /&gt;someone he unexpectly fell in love with&lt;br /&gt;someone he suddenly cared about&lt;br /&gt;someone that had a boyfriend&lt;p /&gt;maybe this year i needed him&lt;br /&gt;I am happy,&lt;br /&gt;contented,&lt;br /&gt;but felt insecure and couldn't trust you any longer&lt;br /&gt;because you lied&lt;br /&gt;because you broke the ultimate promise&lt;br /&gt;and you left me.&lt;br /&gt;So even though you're back, &lt;br /&gt;half of my love isn't here.&lt;br /&gt;because its still crying, still back where you left it.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to forget&lt;br /&gt;I tried to believe.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a stupid girl.&lt;br /&gt;And then I met him,&lt;br /&gt;one who loves me without asking for anything in return&lt;br /&gt;one who cares and concerns and is sensitive to my feelings&lt;br /&gt;one who didn't wanted to break us up&lt;br /&gt;one who wanted to leave so we'll still be together. &lt;br /&gt;how can i hurt such a sweet thing?&lt;br /&gt;this is the first time i felt that i don't need to love a lot to be loved.&lt;p /&gt;maybe this year you didn't needed me&lt;br /&gt;you have tons of friends that keep you happy&lt;br /&gt;you have already abandoned me once and felt nothing much&lt;br /&gt;you probably won't even try to chase after me&lt;br /&gt;you might be tired of my bad points&lt;br /&gt;even without me you'll do great,&lt;br /&gt;because girls queue up for you&lt;br /&gt;probably girls better than me.&lt;p /&gt;but my love, &lt;br /&gt;i really love you.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;but i cant trust you&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe you&lt;br /&gt;i feel insecure with you.&lt;p /&gt;if you're okay with all my insecurities and doubt,&lt;br /&gt;maybe we'll do okay..&lt;br /&gt;because i still love you.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure if i'll ever love him,&lt;br /&gt;but for now i still love you a lot.&lt;br /&gt;you and him are not the same&lt;br /&gt;so please do not feel sorry or compare.&lt;br /&gt;because you're my first love.&lt;p /&gt;My first love.&lt;br /&gt;my first kiss.&lt;br /&gt;my first hug.&lt;br /&gt;my first soulmate.&lt;p /&gt;and you're irreplaceable.&lt;p /&gt;But maybe god thinks he needs me more.&lt;/p&gt; 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她在乎的是你會不會發奮努力改變現狀；&lt;p /&gt; 女孩子並不在乎與你生活在一起會遇到困難，&lt;p /&gt; 她在乎的是你會不會迎難而上，不逃避； &lt;p /&gt;女孩子並不在乎你長得有多帥， &lt;p /&gt;她在乎的是你能不能給她足夠的安全感；&lt;p /&gt; 女孩子並不在乎你跟你的異性朋友有多好， &lt;p /&gt;她在乎的是你能不能一心一意對她好； &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="mts uiAttachmentDesc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女孩子並不在乎你送她的禮物有多貴， &lt;p /&gt;她在乎的是你會不會時常給她個驚喜；&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com"&gt;Posted via email&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://cityofboredom.posterous.com/31216515"&gt;city of boredom&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-6595402561300011629?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/6595402561300011629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=6595402561300011629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/6595402561300011629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/6595402561300011629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='女孩'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-318108933439762160</id><published>2010-09-14T16:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T16:42:36.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:'(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class='posterous_autopost'&gt;   i'll always love you.. can't we be like before?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img title="http://officeimg.vo.msecnd.net/en-us/images/MB900386370.jpg" src="http://officeimg.vo.msecnd.net/en-us/images/MB900386370.jpg" height="192" alt="http://officeimg.vo.msecnd.net/en-us/images/MB900386370.jpg" width="192" style="BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; VERTICAL-ALIGN: text-bottom; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none;" /&gt;&lt;img title="http://officeimg.vo.msecnd.net/en-us/images/MB900399738.jpg" src="http://officeimg.vo.msecnd.net/en-us/images/MB900399738.jpg" height="192" alt="http://officeimg.vo.msecnd.net/en-us/images/MB900399738.jpg" width="192" style="BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; VERTICAL-ALIGN: text-bottom; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none;" /&gt;&lt;img title="http://officeimg.vo.msecnd.net/en-us/images/MB900422107.jpg" src="http://officeimg.vo.msecnd.net/en-us/images/MB900422107.jpg" height="192" alt="http://officeimg.vo.msecnd.net/en-us/images/MB900422107.j" width="192" style="BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none; 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 &lt;p&gt;Follow the heart that loves me and doesn't want to leave me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If your heart has ever hesitated,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;your heart has ever fluttered for me,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;and wondered if this was the right thing to do....&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Follow your heart.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Not your brain.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And promise you will reconsider again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you want me back its easy. Just tell me to stay.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Don't go my dear. Please don't leave me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com"&gt;Posted via email&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://cityofboredom.posterous.com/follow-it"&gt;city of boredom&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-8441651969781241468?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/8441651969781241468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=8441651969781241468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/8441651969781241468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/8441651969781241468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2010/09/follow-it.html' title='Follow it.'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-6954915216149255146</id><published>2010-09-14T16:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T16:03:12.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class='posterous_autopost'&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yea, been busy with... &lt;br /&gt;okay whatever. I just didn't feel like blogging okay. anyway this is probably the longest lasting blog of mine. I seriously ought to be studying now but i'm so tired. Haiz.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So here's the interesting thing. I thought I was the only problematic girl in the world. That people who love me are damned to suffer. But I realise... not. So i've got the major mood swings, overeacting instincts and likes to worry, doubt and get jealous easily. But who doesn't? If you love the person you love, you will act the same way!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well at least, I found out geminis react this way. It's not my fault I act this way.. It's not my fault I have split personalities. But you have to know, that is what makes me interesting and unpredictable. Your life has never had a dull moment with me right?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"I&amp;rsquo;m not the best person to fall in love with. I get jealous easily, I have a lot of insecurities, I overanalyze, I push you to the edge, I get hurt when I&amp;rsquo;m not supposed to, I always put up unecessary fights.. But regardless of that, you have to know you still have reasons to hold on. You must know that you are cherished, treasured, and always thought of every minute of everyday. That you are the most important person to someone who may not be that special, but you thought otherwise. I may not be the best, but I will make up for it by loving you more than anyone can and ever will. Thank you for staying."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;-unknown&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I need you here. Right here with me. When you're around the world seemed like a better place to live in. I didn't wanted to die. I wanted to study hard for you.. for our future. I wanted to make you the happiest man in the whole wide world. I wanted you to look back in our life when we're old and say , " hey dear, thanks for everything. I was glad I chose you."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No couple has no problems. We are the same as everyone else. Because nobody is perfect. I'm not perfect and you're not perfect. You should give us time to sort it out.. give us time to learn and accept each other. In fact, if you look close enough, we have more similarities than differences! If we don't match, then a lot of couples in this world are worse matches!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We can be like that too..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I love you more than I can say and ever explain.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you love me don't let me go. Because you can't be sure you can love someone else as much again. Does it occur to you that I might be the only person you truly love, and that if you let go you might lose me... forever? I might never return again. never.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I want to recapture what we used to have.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How can I do that... when you're no longer here?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;[[posterous-content:pid___0]]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com"&gt;Posted via email&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://cityofboredom.posterous.com/not-here"&gt;city of boredom&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-6954915216149255146?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/6954915216149255146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=6954915216149255146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/6954915216149255146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/6954915216149255146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2010/09/not-here.html' title='not here.'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-1689140982928283785</id><published>2010-06-30T18:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T18:21:21.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>roses or thorns?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class='posterous_autopost'&gt;&lt;p&gt;so much things to say.. so much things I wanted to do, ... but the moment I see your tired and sian face, I just can't seem to remember the words I wanted to tell you...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'm sorry I can't make you happy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was tired, but I still wanted to get here so much. Wanted to complain to you about this and that,,, but the moment you see me you just give me the sian diao attitude. I just wanted to make you happy..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It doesn't matter how shack I am, I've waited the whole day for this! And yet... you seem not to care.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It doesn't matter how busy I am, How much homework I need to complete, I just want to spend time with you! And yet... you can't even smile for me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ever heard of the quote, " Life is not a bed of roses, it is a sea of thorns " ?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Its not true.. life IS a bed of roses....&lt;br /&gt;just that it has thorns in them..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sometimes if you're lucky, you'll lie on beautiful and nice smelling roses..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sometimes when you're not, you'll be pierced by the thorns.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The thorns and the roses are always there, and they even grow with you..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The roses get prettier and rosier, .. the thorns get sharper and thicker.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;They'll be there. Until you die.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You either die blissfully, in the midst of roses,...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Or you'll get devoured by the thorns, and die in pain.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That's life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But you don't care right?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ciaossu.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com"&gt;Posted via email&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://cityofboredom.posterous.com/roses-or-thorns"&gt;city of boredom&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-1689140982928283785?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/1689140982928283785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=1689140982928283785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/1689140982928283785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/1689140982928283785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2010/06/roses-or-thorns.html' title='roses or thorns?'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-979387152179811235</id><published>2010-06-22T16:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T16:19:48.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE WORLD HAS CHANGED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class='posterous_autopost'&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel old when I look at my junior's pictures. And fed up with all the other pictures I see.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I mean, what's with the world now? Kids aged 13 or 14 are like going about into relationships. I mean wth is up with that? They still have baby fats and are like shorter than me a few heads...yet they go around hugging one another and think its 'love'.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But that isn't really what i'm pissed off with..&lt;br /&gt;Girls. Of all ages.. especially young ones...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Wtf .They are going around with clothes that show half their breasts and they think its sexy and cool..What are they trying to do, get themselves screwed? I mean ya, i'm being harsh here.. but its their results of doing these things! Why are there so many rapists now?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Its like so depressing to see them like this. They are like letting guys see them like its so easy, and making their worth so low. But they are not fully to be blamed. GUYS are to be blamed. What is with the 'chio' thing they say??&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;TO THEM, only girls who show their legs and lots of skins are chio. Girls with long hair and lots of make up are chio. Girls who play sports and show off their boobs are chio. AND that causes girls to be who they are now. Look around.. Nowadays girls look all the same. The korean girls in bands to me are like totally same person. I cannot tell the difference.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;These plastic girls are teaching girls to be plastic, and make them follow their own footsteps..teaching them stuff that used to be taboo ; plastic surgery is acceptable; you must be DAMN thin to be chio; you must act cute, guys like act cute de; you must wear mini skirts and shorts that are more than 10 cm above your knee, its hot; wearing high heels is very sexy; must wear tight fit clothes that squeezes your body and look hour-glass like; girls with no make up is noob; wear push-up bra....&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;omg so much wrong things they teach! Where can you find a girl who only cares about their inside and not their outside? They are almost extinct!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Be gone are the days when virtues and manners where the most important.. where girls wear skirts that covers their knee. And the rule to " show as little as possible".&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;One day I was walking back home and I suddenly saw this girl with big breast, high heels , make up and wear those sexy sexy dress which is above the knee alot[almost see butt]. And is taller than me [cause of heels] Then I was like "woah". then after that I suddenly realise why she look so familiar. SHE IS MY NEIGHBOUR. AROUND 12 , 13 YEARS OLD. OMFG. [ and mind you, she is so much shorter than me, and she is a kid with a flat chest &amp;lt; still young] seriously.. OMFG.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Cannot take it le. the world is so messed up. EVEN FO TANG PPL ALSO SIA! I mean i got prove. In fo tang they like damn guai and all those crap. BUT they outside [look at their facebook pics] LOOK NO DIFFERENT FROM OUTSIDE PPL! One time I went pizza hut to eat pizza and I was bored. [in cck] So i looked down at all the cck ppl outside the mrt. I realised most were wearing mini shorts, so out of boredom I counted how many there were... In the short amount of time that I ate my pizza, I counted more than 100+ girls! I stopped because it was too much to calculate...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And I'm really tired of hearing my cousin talk about how this girl so pretty, that girl so slim, that girl has grown prettier, that girl better than me, that girl got nice hair, that girl so chio etc. THEY ARE ALL FAKE. CAN YOU NOT SEE? WHY ALL THE FAKE PPL ARE THE BEST NOW? WHY DO THEY BECOME IDOLS AND ROLE MODELS FOR GIRLS NOW? WHY DO YOU WANT TO BE LIKE THEM? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;THEY ARE NOTHING BUT BARBIE DOLLS. IN A PLASTIC WORLD.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;haiz. grow up. do not be bounded by the materialistic world... or you'll never ever get out of it. And no matter how much you have, you will still think that it is not enough, or NOT GOOD enough. they are poison.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ciaossu&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com"&gt;Posted via web&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://cityofboredom.posterous.com/the-world-has-changed-4"&gt;city of boredom&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-979387152179811235?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/979387152179811235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=979387152179811235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/979387152179811235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/979387152179811235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2010/06/world-has-changed.html' title='THE WORLD HAS CHANGED'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-3778262985168485558</id><published>2010-06-06T20:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T20:26:50.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class='posterous_autopost'&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously I try so hard not to get angry.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But things always happen and make me upset.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I hate the way his messages aren't clear. I hate it when they are like not specific and holds unclear meanings. I ask him something and he msgs me back " msg you ltr" . wtf? Can;t you use THAT msg to answer my question instead??&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You can stay awake all night till 4 or 5am for another girl. I dont wanna say who.&lt;br /&gt;You can stay awake till 2am for your freaking stupid "mei". NOT JUST ONCE BUT TWICE.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I woke up in pain in the middle of the night at 3. You only msged me less than 10 minutes then you fell asleep. THANKS.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Due to that heartache and the pain, I only fall asleep at 5! AND when you msged me at 7, I WOKE UP IMMEDIATELY.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So why can't you do the same for me?! I DON'T UNDERSTAND! MAKE ME UNDERSTAND WHY WHY WHY WHY!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You could do it for some bitch; your ex, BUT NOT FOR ME?? You know how sad and lost I feel during the 2 hours in pain? I felt like something in my heart broke. Something in me broke.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I don't get it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And you don't try to make me understand. You just shut up and expect me to 'cool down'. wtf? I WANT YOU TO UNDERSTAND! HOW CAN I COOL DOWN; HOW CAN I CLEAR THE MISUNDERSTANDINGS, THE DOUBTS, IF YOU DON'T FREAKING EXPLAIN THEM?!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Thanks. You make things A LOT BETTER when you just ignore and keep quiet. That is supposed to help us get along?! ITS seriously making me more pissed off.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You just keep making me sad with the ignorings and the meetings and your friends.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;WHERE AM I IN YOUR LIFE NOW.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I seriously wanna cry.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com"&gt;Posted via web&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://cityofboredom.posterous.com/wtf-1992"&gt;city of boredom&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-3778262985168485558?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/3778262985168485558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=3778262985168485558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/3778262985168485558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/3778262985168485558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2010/06/wtf.html' title='WTF'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-9044024767700169478</id><published>2010-06-05T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T22:44:51.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class='posterous_autopost'&gt;&lt;p&gt;tired of chasing after your footsteps... why can't you chase mine for once?&lt;p /&gt;Honestly, is other stuff more important then me? Is it hard to sacrifice a few dollars and a few minutes just for me?? Am I worth that little in your heart that your stupid camp meetings are SO much more precious?! Wtf is with a 13 hour camp planning meeting anyway? Dumb shit. IF this carry on, will we EVEN get to see each other at all? Army, meeting, army. Even when you're with me you spend most of the time doing proposals for the meeting.. Am I supposed to be not angry? Where am I in your heart now?? Last place? Do I even have a place anymore? ...&lt;br /&gt;Come back to me.. I really need you.. If you're always gone, then isn't it the same as if we've never been together before? &lt;br /&gt;....&lt;p /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyway Hitman Reborn really rocks at the back. Getting to see more of the cool and hot tsuna. Not to mention Mokudo and 25 years old Lambo is quite impressive too!&lt;p /&gt;But the 5 year old lambo really sucks. So noisy and irritating. If I had a cow like that in my house, I'll throw him away. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh and i'm going to see Hibari soon! HEHE at episode 53 le! So fast.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But seriously the fillers are so damn boring... GIMME MORE ACTION PLEASE.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And i'm so loving hunter x hunter manga. Rocks like crazy. Old man died and Gon become like years stronger. Of course killua is as cool as ever with his electrical aura.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Tired le..&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all.&lt;br /&gt;Ciaossu&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com"&gt;Posted via web&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://cityofboredom.posterous.com/tired-899"&gt;city of boredom&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-9044024767700169478?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/9044024767700169478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=9044024767700169478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/9044024767700169478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/9044024767700169478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2010/06/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-2960469464109471827</id><published>2010-06-03T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T23:41:50.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class='posterous_autopost'&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is it impossible for two people to just love and get together? To be forever happy and don't quarrel? To love till death do them part?&lt;p /&gt;Nope. Its totally possible.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Just, not in this world.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If this world only consist of you and your partner alone, it is possible. Like adam and eve..&lt;br /&gt;However our world consists of so much, .. too much people. &lt;br /&gt;Like how romeo and juliet will end up dead, so would love. Why can't they love? Because of their family. Therefore, it is possible to conclude that love is only perfect when it is only about two people.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If he has no previous love, no woman around him, there would be no jealousy; no quarrel; no conflict. You don't have to worry about him cheating on you while you're asleep, or worry about him when he goes out with girls [actually worry all the time, not just when he goes out], You don't have to care about regrets for there will not be any regrets of not watching him well enough or anything. &lt;p /&gt;If he has no friends, his heart will only belong to you, and there will be plenty of time for you guys to spend together, no need to worry about him going out partying or playing when you're at home being worried and biting your nails. You don't even need to impress his friends.&lt;p /&gt;If he has no family, you need not worry about status, money, your own family, and all the other shits. You don't even have to please and try to look nice for his parents. You don't have to care whether you are a good match, whether there's a future with him. You can just simply be with him because you love him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If he has no work, no school, no religion, no race, no blood difference, whatever nonsense... Then there is simply nothing to care or worry about.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There will be no sin of pride, envy, greed, lust, gluttony, sloth or even wrath, for there is nothing to be angry about!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes, this would be the perfect paradise for love.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But please. Don't indulge in it too much. Its all just fantasy. Love is simple, innocent and pure. But the existence of mankind has made it complex and all messed up with murder, rape, kidnapping and whatever human can think of.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I wished I could love him without the rest of the world. &lt;br /&gt;Hope gives disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;Promises are always broken.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If love is blind, then I must be not only blind, but lose all my five senses as well. Maybe then I'll be happier, because my love has returned to its pureless, selfless form. I can totally shut off from the world.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am not a guru when it comes to love, but I know, in reality, everything that was once possible is made impossible. This is a trade. For technology, science, and all the improvements, we must lose what we originally have, including morals, love, emotions......&lt;p /&gt;One day we will lose ourselves. We will lose earth. We will lose our lives. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe when that day comes... will everything return to its original form. &lt;p /&gt;I wished he knew how much I love him. &lt;br /&gt;And not be so focused to the world. &lt;br /&gt;He'd rather choose the reality then fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;He'd rather choose them then me. &lt;br /&gt;After all i'm just one small thing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Why give up the forest for a tiny seedling?&lt;br /&gt;Why give up the ocean of fishes for a tiny fish egg?&lt;p /&gt;If i were him, I probably won't even choose me.&lt;p /&gt;hmm.. getting emo.. so..&lt;br /&gt;ciaossu.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com"&gt;Posted via web&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://cityofboredom.posterous.com/love-7680"&gt;city of boredom&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-2960469464109471827?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/2960469464109471827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=2960469464109471827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/2960469464109471827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/2960469464109471827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2010/06/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-9150380366313515851</id><published>2010-06-02T15:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T15:37:32.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BORED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class='posterous_autopost'&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay i'm so bored so i'm gonna list the things i wanna do in the holidays:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1] watch movies :&lt;br /&gt; &amp;gt; Toy Story 3 3D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; Killers&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; Karate kid &amp;amp; shrek [maybe]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2] Celebrate birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; hey i'm sixteen okay, so its supposed to be a bigger celebration then just with family and at home.&lt;p /&gt;3] Play and slack as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; okay,  so I do this everyday; not just holidays...&lt;p /&gt;4] 4th month anniversary. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; Which he is not free to spend with me :((&lt;p /&gt;5] Upload pictures that were never uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; like [[ Stuff we do in school ]]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;amp; [[ pictures long forgotten]]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; or [[ mumday / earthday ]] &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;and a bunch of other nonsense. &lt;p /&gt;6]Do HW**&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; PLEASE REMIND ME TO DO IT. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; even though I confirm will ignore you and keep slacking, BUT PLEASE do not give up trying to persuade me. :( I really need people to keep me going. LOTS OF HW OMG. [ i confirm 2 days before then start =.=]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;7] STUDY**&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; OI I O'LEVEL LIAO LA.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; Mid year 7 subjects I fail 4 sia. like that o' levels will fail.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; must persuade me like point 6. TY&lt;p /&gt;8] Try not to get bored. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; even though I already bored.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; anything interesting to keep me going?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;9] Go somewhere interesting&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; idk. no comments.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;10] Laugh at other people&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; ...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I think thats all. Will edit if something pops up in my mind. What's your list to do for holidays?&lt;br /&gt;[ eh, if all about studying and hw hw..., don't tell me.  I don't wanna know hor. HOLIDAY LEH! ]&lt;br /&gt;hahas. cya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ciaossu&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com"&gt;Posted via web&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://cityofboredom.posterous.com/bored-502"&gt;city of boredom&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-9150380366313515851?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/9150380366313515851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=9150380366313515851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/9150380366313515851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/9150380366313515851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2010/06/bored.html' title='BORED'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-7710280351478012378</id><published>2010-05-13T20:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T20:09:10.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:l</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class='posterous_autopost'&gt;&lt;p&gt;i know i haven't been posting for a while. Sorry. hahas. been busy nowadays. Going to finish mid-year examinations soon... &lt;br /&gt;Anyways my life's been ups and downs lately. A few times i've been wanting to blog, but things just come up from nowhere...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But well, i'm here now!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;hahas. I think i'm in need of amaths tuition like seriously.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Keep telling myself can make it but I can't.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyways I look forward to meeting his friends. I 'm afraid.. but I know I have to face them someday. Its not like I can run forever...&lt;br /&gt;I want to see how he is like infront of his friends too. Looking at him w/o his friends and with his friends should be different. I hope he doesn't abandon me behind.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He is not that bad. I mean, who can take this temper of mine? I get mood swings like every split second once I see something I don't like. Which is most of the times since I don't like most things.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But sometimes he really hurts me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I don't get it. Is it really different and difficult for people who have never dated to date with someone who has dated before? I have no experience! All I think is how I see it! I don't know how he can still do stuff like that.. He says he is not those kind who keep things because he still has hope. He tells me he just keeps it because it is an effort made by others.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;... Don't normally people just throw them away because they get reminded of the past and be sad?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;WTH is with those hugging pictures.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In case you didn't notice...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;THEY GROSS ME OUT.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I feel like i'm hugging something that many had hugged before.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There is like no 'me', nothing that is new for him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No new memories. That makes me sad.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyway, enough nonsense. Sigh, I just wish holidays will come.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I just wish to sleep in.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ciaossu.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com"&gt;Posted via web&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://cityofboredom.posterous.com/l-gGzvn"&gt;city of boredom&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-7710280351478012378?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/7710280351478012378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=7710280351478012378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/7710280351478012378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/7710280351478012378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2010/05/l.html' title=':l'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-8774765920914457002</id><published>2010-03-29T16:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T16:14:34.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this shouldn't be posted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class='posterous_autopost'&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay. this is private. i know. But I can't bear it anymore. I need help. Please. Anyone. Tell me if i'm wrong.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Let's take this scene.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You're up REALLY late doing stupid homework for crappy teachers. Everyone is sleeping and the only light on is from your room. You're upset, frustrated and lonely. You probably msged people so that you might be less bored.&lt;br /&gt;But only one replied.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, its like 1am at night and everyone else is sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;But this guy replied you. He gave up his sleep to reply you.&lt;br /&gt;You tell yourself this is normal but you are obviously touched. You feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;He tells you to go to sleep. How sweet.&lt;br /&gt;You tell him to go to sleep too.&lt;br /&gt;Then he tells you to sleep first.&lt;br /&gt;And this returning of texts back and forth continues.&lt;br /&gt;Then you realise he cares for you. He cares about you sleeping early when your parents don't.&lt;br /&gt;He takes your health into consideration.&lt;br /&gt;You tell yourself he's just being a good friend, in fact he even has a gf.&lt;br /&gt;But then you ask yourself, would a friend go into such lengths?&lt;br /&gt;...Maybe, he likes you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then take this scene from that guy's girlfriend.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You were just randomly playing around with your bf's phone the next day. And you're obviously curious about who he talks to. You are also trying to get to know him better.&lt;br /&gt;Then you come across the girl's msges.&lt;br /&gt;" :) Doing hw and stuff hahas. You go sleep la :D..." ,&lt;br /&gt;" aw. Go sleep now la!!... :))"&lt;br /&gt;"waiting for you.. hahahas joking joking...."&lt;br /&gt;Then you look at the time. &lt;br /&gt;0.02,..... 1.23am....&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU TOLD HIM TO SLEEP EARLY THAT DAY.&lt;br /&gt;You are too pissed off to even see how he replied. Or even continue reading the other msges.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And he asks you why you're angry.&lt;br /&gt;You explain. He says that he is just being concerned as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;That they have nothing between them.&lt;br /&gt;He says he was just worried about her and her schoolwork...it was really late and stuff.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;okay. the gf was me. &lt;br /&gt;I know he did nothing wrong.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To him it was just a regular msg and a concern for a friend.&lt;br /&gt;But what about to her?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If I were a girl. If i were in her shoes... I'll like him. &lt;br /&gt;Someone who replied me in 1am is rare. Someone who bothered to care is rare.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who tells me to sleep. Someone who teaches me how to fend off guys.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who I can talk to. Someone whom I can face without putting on a facade.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who likes me the way I am. Someone nice. Someone I know first, before his gf did.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And then I would take my chances and thinks he likes me back. Because he bothered. He cared. A girlfriend is no obstacle. They can always break up, and I can console him. Maybe he'll notice and find out i'm a lot better and I love him more.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;^ THAT is wad a girl thinks.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'm not blaming him. Guys take it as it is.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But does that mean I have no right to be jealous? Am I wrong to be angry? He is obviously giving off the wrong signals. People misunderstand... Girls think a lot about things. Honestly, I think it is really strange to msg someone so late at night, unless there is something important, like about tml things or urgent matters...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But... the msges held no content. In my point of view, its just basic flirting texts. Those kind of.. "why, you jealous ah xP" and " ya lor ya lo. jealous cannot ah. XDD".&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;One word. Gross.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Especially when you are attached.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I know you are not wrong. The girl is not wrong. Maybe I'm the one thats wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the only one stupid enough to care. Stupid enough to cry.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Honestly. The only time I will stop caring is when I stop loving.&lt;br /&gt;I stood in your shoes. Can you stand in mine?&lt;br /&gt;Am I really wrong to care that your relationship with the girl is really strange?&lt;br /&gt;Why would a girl tell you about people chasing her? Why would she ask you about me?&lt;br /&gt;SHE IS NOT SOME FRIEND. GOD DAMN IT WAKE UP.&lt;br /&gt;A girl who really needs to solve girl-boy problems will ask another GIRL. Cause girls and boys do not think the same. Even if you lie to yourself there is nothing strange with her asking you... IT IS STRANGE.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There is only under 2 situations they will ask you.&lt;br /&gt;They want you to get jealous and care.&lt;br /&gt;They want to ask you how the guy feels. [guy opinion], like buying presents.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;BUT. TEACHING HOW TO FEND OFF PEOPLE. DO NOT FALL UNDER THE SECOND ONE.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You tell me to trust you. &lt;br /&gt;hell, do you know how hard it is?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;People. LOTS of people betrayed me.&lt;br /&gt;I locked myself in.&lt;p /&gt;Now i'm opening to you. But I cannot make myself believe.&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to know why?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'm telling you why:&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you and her to end up today someday and breaking up with you.&lt;br /&gt;THEN end up telling myself I SHOULD HAVE known. I should have controlled you.&lt;br /&gt;I should have done this and done that... &lt;br /&gt;And regret like crazy.&lt;p /&gt;I dont wanna end up like that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have regretted far too many things in life. I can't take my chances.&lt;br /&gt;If there's ever one thing I wanted to do seriously...&lt;p /&gt;I want to take love seriously.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have NEVER. NEVER wanted something so bad.&lt;br /&gt;I am not a possessive person. BUt.. I don't want to share!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How can you have the guts to msg someone else when I'm sleeping??&lt;br /&gt;How can you flirt and feel that its NOTHING?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How can you think i'm too sensitive?&lt;br /&gt;IF I HAD A GUY WHO MSGED ME LIKE THAT....&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Let's see you sit still and feel NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;you think its nothing. IT MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It is only these small details that count. These words, smiles, actions, that make people happy or sad.&lt;br /&gt;You are caring about her, more than you care about me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You come almost everyday. so? You can be one person when you're with me, but another when you are outside. One can truly trust the other is when the other person is the same with or without you. You are not. At least I feel.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is not the first time. &lt;br /&gt;Is it really my fault?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have never had a relationship. &lt;br /&gt;maybe to you, details like numbers, sleeping, msges, phones, smiles and actions... do not matter.&lt;br /&gt;But it means the world to me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You think of her as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to think of her as your normal friend.&lt;br /&gt;DOES SHE THINK THE SAME?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i am insecure i know. I am stupid. I am foolish. I am selfish. I am ignorant. I am too sensitive. I am too easily angered.&lt;br /&gt;But is it really just me?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because I think too much, or is it because you think too little?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hear excuses. I want you to think properly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Is it because I am too childish? Is it because I am too young? Is it because of the age gap?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it because you didn't thought it mattered.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I told you I don't like it. You do it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to care. You asked me to.&lt;br /&gt;Then I started to care. AND THEN you restricted me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Wth do you want from me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;AM i wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Just a stupid crybaby?&lt;br /&gt;Am i supposed to keep a blind eye?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Am i supposed to act like it doesn't matter?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i'm sorry im sorry im sorry. &lt;br /&gt;I;m just seriously stupid. all your friends probably think so too...&lt;br /&gt;I just want to love you...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;its just that when I hold you..&lt;br /&gt;You feel so far away...&lt;br /&gt;You don't feel like mine...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'm afraid you'll just go away.&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong to feel this way?&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong to feel the stabbing pain when I see you laughing and talking with some other girl?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I seriously tried not to care...&lt;br /&gt;But I can't.&lt;br /&gt;I can't...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You have no idea how hard it is to type this. How painful it is. How suffocating it is.&lt;br /&gt;And you won't even read this.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Is it really just me? I can't care at all?&lt;br /&gt;Am I really really wrong?&lt;br /&gt;It's my fault?&lt;p /&gt;damn it..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ciao.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com"&gt;Posted via web&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://cityofboredom.posterous.com/this-shouldnt-be-posted"&gt;city of boredom&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-8774765920914457002?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/8774765920914457002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=8774765920914457002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/8774765920914457002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/8774765920914457002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-shouldn-be-posted.html' title='this shouldn&amp;#39;t be posted.'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-7347039401653123366</id><published>2010-03-24T11:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T11:32:47.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oral</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class='posterous_autopost'&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yea, people ask me what happen to my oral and stuff, so here's some interesting questions and replies from my chinese and english oral.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHINESE ORAL&lt;/strong&gt; [translated to english]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Teacher : So do you have any teacher that treats you like a friend?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Me : no.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Teacher stares at me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I stare back.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Teacher : Do you have anything else to add?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Me : no.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Teacher : ... You can go now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Me : Thanks.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;[failing percentage : 80%]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENGLISH ORAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;[ Beginning of the oral examination ]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Teacher : Okay, you can place you bags here and take it after you have taken your oral examination. Remember to SWITCH OFF your handphones and place them in your bags. UNLESS you want to challenge the system and get a zero.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-Everyone switches off their handphones-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;..............................................................................&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;[ During examination ]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Teacher : What is good about blood donation?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Me : Urm.. It helps people and you will feel good about doing something good? Oh. And its also fun to see your blood outside your body.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Teacher laughs&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;.......................&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Teacher : Who do you think should set a role model to everyone?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Me : Hmm... I think..er wait. You mean everyone AS IN ... everyone?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;........................&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Teacher : How do you think the healthcare system in singapore could be improved?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Me : ...what?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;.......................&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;End of oral. I walked away with my bag.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then I took out my not switched off handphone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I had just challenged the system and won.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;[failing percentage: 67%]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm really freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ciaossu&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com"&gt;Posted via web&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://cityofboredom.posterous.com/oral-147"&gt;city of boredom&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-7347039401653123366?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/7347039401653123366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=7347039401653123366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/7347039401653123366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/7347039401653123366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2010/03/oral.html' title='Oral'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-5118770819687815025</id><published>2010-03-04T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T22:36:01.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>invisibility?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class='posterous_autopost'&gt;&lt;p&gt;... STOP FLIRTING IN FRONT OF MY EYES&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;DAMN IT I'M NOT BLIND.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com"&gt;Posted via web&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://cityofboredom.posterous.com/invisibility-11"&gt;city of boredom&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-5118770819687815025?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/5118770819687815025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=5118770819687815025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/5118770819687815025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/5118770819687815025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2010/03/invisibility.html' title='invisibility?'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-7780086882965759794</id><published>2010-03-04T22:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T22:27:18.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so shingz right? wow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class='posterous_autopost'&gt;&lt;p&gt;haven't been posting in a while. In a LONG while.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;People who are viewing this through my blogspot, please view here instead. [posterous] LOL.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Reason is simple. Its a lot less emo-er. Ha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And its simple and plain. kinda cool actually o.o&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So yea. what should I say.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I should start by saying all the things that I've kept in my head for the longest time..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1st by scolding people:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;STOP being so immature folks. I mean, you're like saying all those shit about how young and KIDDY i am 'cause of my age. But what about you guys? You're like freaking old and yet you're being so childish. YES I REPEAT. CHILDISH. AND YOU'RE OLD. SO WHY NOT GROW UP?!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;At least in my head i'm a hell lot mature than people your age. so grow up. THIS KID HERE IS TELLING YOU TO GROW UP. You should be ashamed. By growing up i'm telling you to stop making fun of me. Yea to you 'adults/ young teens' , its all fun and games when you make fun of people. BUT I DON'T LIKE IT. Especially when I'M SERIOUS.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I don't get serious easily, so when I do, I hate when people take it as a joke. If you laugh at what I do; who I am with or whatsoever, you are also LAUGHING AT ME.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You don't know me. So don't act like you do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;OH AND RESPECT MY PARENTS PLEASE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;basic manners and respect please.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;poor-mannered ADULTS have no right to criticize CHILDREN.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;online freak show.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;you are no longer young, uncles/aunties. face the truth and look at the mirror.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Explain myself :&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So why did i start the new post by scolding?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;reasons include :&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-CAUSE THEY FREAKING DESERVE IT.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-i'm pissed i have no choice.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-they need to know&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;AND TO FURTHER EXPLAIN THE SITUATION:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I WILL NEVER HATE OR DISLIKE SOMEONE.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;UNLESS&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;THEY HATE ME.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;this is the basic : you hate me, i hate you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;why? CAUSE I'M A KID.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;HA. In your face.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;BOOMZ.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ciaossu.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com"&gt;Posted via web&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://cityofboredom.posterous.com/so-shingz-right-wow"&gt;city of boredom&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-7780086882965759794?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/7780086882965759794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=7780086882965759794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/7780086882965759794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/7780086882965759794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-shingz-right-wow.html' title='so shingz right? wow.'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-1634462439445647197</id><published>2009-12-31T16:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T16:07:44.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yup. Haven't been posting for quite a while. Well, tried to but i'm really too lazy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Okay, so about Taiwan..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, I learnt quite a lot of stuff and met a lot of new people and made a lot of friends.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Some events are totally unforgetable.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And I got to eat the cup noodle that I dreamt of everyday.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I laughed there, got angry, got happy, and felt different.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Honestly I love the air there, always so fresh and light. Its like you could climb a mountain there without breaking a sweat and there aren't mosquitoes. In singapore you just have to do nothing and mosquitoes come after you. A lot worse if you tried climbing bukit timah hill. I honestly hope singapore can turn just slightly colder; but that would mean disaster 'cause singapore is located in the equator.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, anyway it was a pleasant experience.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Especially the earthquake in taiwan. I managed to be 'sort of' in the centre of the chaos. 'Cause well, I managed to saw the building shake and the windows clanging. I bet you din't know this : a building makes a 'gong' sound, not a bang sound. Try saying 'gong gong gong gong gong' REALLY LOUD and repeatly. Its kinda scarier. lols. Plus I was surrounded by buildings that time, and the effect was like x10 + echo. lols. I thought it was really fun though, and everyone thought i'm weird :O&lt;p /&gt;so anyway, i miss it there already.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;that's all folks, for now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ciaossu.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com"&gt;Posted via web&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://cityofboredom.posterous.com/9291925"&gt;city of boredom&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-1634462439445647197?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/1634462439445647197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=1634462439445647197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/1634462439445647197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/1634462439445647197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/12/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-8516163080819160158</id><published>2009-12-15T10:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T10:20:02.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>okay okay 2</title><content type='html'>    		 	 		 &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/cityofboredom/NcmLSkursAAUQVCEnHf9vEZ9YEynZmySUoWiiOC2oDwKSepIDwyphUqdUCCw/SDC12142.jpg" width="299" height="224"/&gt; &lt;img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/cityofboredom/uyEGwk6qcRVT03kgFSuUGWfdzWTkhstoZ9MafDlhIasja4oGabXsQ4KjCLlS/ss10184711_0.jpg" width="400" height="297"/&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href='http://cityofboredom.posterous.com/okay-okay-2'&gt;See and download the full gallery on posterous&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com"&gt;Posted via email&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://cityofboredom.posterous.com/okay-okay-2"&gt;city of boredom&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-8516163080819160158?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/8516163080819160158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=8516163080819160158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/8516163080819160158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/8516163080819160158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/12/okay-okay-2.html' title='okay okay 2'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-3398870240382269961</id><published>2009-12-15T10:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T10:16:46.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay okay</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;ok, i'm a lot happier today. Just hope that feeling lasts. yea.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Okay, just went by gladys blog and i'm still wondering why she didn't post zw tz's singing on some place to ya know, share. :D lols. I was surprised I had a picture there!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;and I er.. just realised it couldn't be posted here.&amp;nbsp; aww sianz :O&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So anyways, it was a nice picture!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In case she reads this, " I'm bringing the black 'band' we brought to taiwan! [the one that hangs from the neck to the phone thingy] "&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;but i'm having some problems linking it to the phone to the one piece keychain :(&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;noooo...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;okay, if it works, you'll find me and gla's picture on the post abv ^ [+ my new idol :)]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;that is, if it works. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;kay,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ciaossu.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com"&gt;Posted via web&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://cityofboredom.posterous.com/okay-okay-10"&gt;city of boredom&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-3398870240382269961?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/3398870240382269961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=3398870240382269961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/3398870240382269961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/3398870240382269961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/12/okay-okay.html' title='Okay okay'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-4427691297543508657</id><published>2009-12-14T20:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T20:32:38.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GREAT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;wtf wtf wtf. &lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I'M A &lt;strong&gt;KID&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'M A KID WHO HAS &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; PACKED HER OWN BAG. RIGHT. LIKE I NEED YOUR HELP.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;OH &lt;strong&gt;PLEASE&lt;/strong&gt;. I'VE BEEN TO CAMPS. I KNOW WHAT I NEED. I'M NOT A FREAKING FROG IN A WELL.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;going to taiwan tml.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;and today, i've got to take attitude from my mum and sis.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;AND it becomes MY fault.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;GREAT.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;awesome.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;whatever.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i'm just freaking pissed now. Haven't played computer at all.. and the whole morning i've got the silent treatment from my mum. outside. Then when we came home from 'shopping', she starts scolding. AWESOME.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;AND she closes the door [locked to be specific] , then i can't use the computer. DOUBLE GREATNESS.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Pissed, i watch the tv. Then she went to bathe [also inside the locked room], then when she came out she was like "Still don't want to bathe?!" and i'm like thinking, " hello? you were just inside it.. HOW could i bathe?"'&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;anywayy, today is awesome. I CANNNN'T &lt;strong&gt;WAIT&lt;/strong&gt; TO GO TAIWAN WITH THEM SO THAT I COULD BE SCOLDED MORE.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;I cross my fingers, and my toes, and everything to hope that I won't be scolded in public IN FRONT of everyone in taiwan.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That's practically the LAST thing I need to spoil my whole remaining trip. AND holiday.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;this sucks.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;my whole " i'm-looking-forward-to-taiwan &amp;amp; I-finally-have-peace" is officially a GONER.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;W~OW~.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;whatever.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ciaossu.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com"&gt;Posted via web&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://cityofboredom.posterous.com/great-6100"&gt;city of boredom&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-4427691297543508657?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/4427691297543508657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=4427691297543508657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/4427691297543508657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/4427691297543508657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/12/great.html' title='GREAT.'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-8512352426713986290</id><published>2009-12-11T17:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T17:37:59.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;okay. i'm so gonna watch 'how to tame a dragon' 3D, when it comes out. The main character is like HOT. Like, HOTTER than cloud of final destiny. Well, i mean in my point of view.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;okay okay, so i'm in love in another animated character, but its not my fault, he's REALLY hot. :D Plus the dragons are like super cute; especially the babies.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;oh yea. and i'm gonna watch 'toy story' too! it looks funny. Real funny.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Currently watching planet 51; on funshion,&amp;nbsp; hahahas. Its kinda amazing when aliens think of humans as aliens, and the way the do 'high four' instead of 'high five'. lols.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So if anyone's gonna watch toy story or how to tame a dragon, MUST remember to bring me along! many thanks XD&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;anyways, that's all for today.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ciaossu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com"&gt;Posted via web&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://cityofboredom.posterous.com/things-to-do-126"&gt;city of boredom&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-8512352426713986290?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/8512352426713986290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=8512352426713986290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/8512352426713986290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/8512352426713986290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/12/things-to-do.html' title='things to do'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-4618726536861320028</id><published>2009-12-10T14:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T14:11:40.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trying out</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;okay. so now i'm trying out posterous, hopefully i don't give up halfway again. well, wanted to try this 'cause i heard ya don't need to search and do lots of blogskin stuff, which is awesome; for lazy people like me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;so erm.. here are some updates of me:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I've finished watching episode 428 of one piece, and currently waiting for more episodes to come out. While 'waiting' , i'm currently once again addicted to supernatural, a show of.. well, un-natural beings. Oh, and I am so in love with luffy and sam winchester.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'm going taiwan on tuesday, which is kinda fast 'cause i've haven't done a thing. great.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I haven't touched anything related to school :&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1. I haven't done ss project.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2. I haven't done the heavy load of freaking chinese stuff.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;3. I haven't studied ANYTHING.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;awesome.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;the worse part is, I DON'T FEEL LIKE DOING ANYTHING.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So im just gonna waste some time here talking about random stuffs related to me while i wait for supernatural to load. So yea, get ready to freak out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;here goes :&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If monsters truly existed, I think humans are a lot scarier.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I think a man who gives " I'm sorry, I just couldn't control myself /these are human desires/it's a natural thing to do" as an excuse for cheating on his wife is unforgiveable.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If i used one word to describe myself, it would be curious. NOT emo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I honestly believe, " a man who knew everything, didn't understood a thing".&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I don't like people judging me, or act as if they understood me. I'd rather them be clueless.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I get bored easily.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I own in reversi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;One emotion i really lack in is not happiness, but rather, empathy; I can't seem to feel sad for people.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I love blue. But i hate pink. I really do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I like robin of teen titans, danny of danny phantom, jerry of tom and jerry, ash of pokemon, luffy of one piece, hitsugaya of bleach, tsuna of hitman reborn [even though i hate his voice], sam of supernatural, ben of ben 10 [i like the grown-up ben], liam aiken, jeremy sumpter, jasper and edward of twilight, darren of darren shan, harry of harry potter,casper of casper the friendly ghost, shaggy of scooby doo +++++++++&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i think i probably like everything i don't hate. hmm...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i have flu every single morning.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i think supernatural is done loading.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ciaossu. [ciao + ossu]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com"&gt;Posted via web&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://cityofboredom.posterous.com/trying-out-678"&gt;city of boredom&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-4618726536861320028?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/4618726536861320028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=4618726536861320028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/4618726536861320028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/4618726536861320028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/12/trying-out.html' title='trying out'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-1213462121169609624</id><published>2009-10-22T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:47:52.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled.</title><content type='html'>i think..&lt;br /&gt;i've fallen in love, again.&lt;br /&gt;and its someone stupid, again.&lt;br /&gt;someone who'll never like me back, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they all say its better to have loved and lost, than not loved at all...&lt;br /&gt;i say if i could, i rather not have this thing called affection/love/like/whatever  at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cant do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;just in self-denial that i do not like him at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. i dont like him at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;if you're going to come and not come;&lt;br /&gt;i rather you not come at all.&lt;br /&gt;fool.&lt;br /&gt;i mean me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-1213462121169609624?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/1213462121169609624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=1213462121169609624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/1213462121169609624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/1213462121169609624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/10/untitled.html' title='untitled.'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-6843369696641842193</id><published>2009-10-11T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T16:11:23.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im begging with two hands now</title><content type='html'>PLEASE let me pass my a maths! PLEASE T_T&lt;br /&gt;I'd never tried so hard to pass my whole life T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-6843369696641842193?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/6843369696641842193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=6843369696641842193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/6843369696641842193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/6843369696641842193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-begging-with-two-hands-now.html' title='im begging with two hands now'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-95377478224680019</id><published>2009-10-09T17:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T17:23:26.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One piece :D</title><content type='html'>im so loving one piece's song.&lt;br /&gt;replayed for like... 100 times? hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the english version below, though it's sang in jap :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_2"&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;'ll keep believing in the future, not caring if anyone laughs at me&lt;br /&gt;The passion running within you makes you shine&lt;br /&gt;It's too dazzling, but I want to keep watching you&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, sensing those aesthetics makes me really really stuck on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chasing, chasing after the one in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;That is like no one else&lt;br /&gt;With a feeling that burns like it's kindling the dawn&lt;br /&gt;I don't know yet what the consequences will be&lt;br /&gt;Instead of these boring times, it's gotta be dramatic&lt;br /&gt;Until we achieve that, believe in wonderland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under casual rules, we've avoided a mountain of problems&lt;br /&gt;But because of your pride, you can't turn back down this road&lt;br /&gt;On your weak nights when troubles keep coming&lt;br /&gt;I will hold you tight, I wanna wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding on, we keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;To a dream that no one else can see&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm with you, we have such hot feelings&lt;br /&gt;We don't really need consistency&lt;br /&gt;Instead of a mundane routine,&lt;br /&gt;Run towards paradise and believe in wonderland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chasing, chasing after the one in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;That is like no one else&lt;br /&gt;With a feeling that burns like it's kindling the dawn&lt;br /&gt;I don't know yet what the consequences will be&lt;br /&gt;Instead of these boring times, it's gotta be dramatic&lt;br /&gt;Until we achieve that, believe in wonderland!&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to fix my ear piece so I could play it in my phone~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-95377478224680019?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/95377478224680019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=95377478224680019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/95377478224680019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/95377478224680019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-piece-d.html' title='One piece :D'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-7573863844183093492</id><published>2009-10-05T15:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T15:37:23.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>liar. liar. liars.</title><content type='html'>The little puppet walked as fast as she could.&lt;br /&gt;After she went home she opened the closet door and stared at the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;She looked at herself,&lt;br /&gt;and she started crying.&lt;br /&gt;Crying and crying, as she cuddled in a corner.&lt;br /&gt;But she was still crying.&lt;br /&gt;And she cried until her body turned icy; until her head hurts like crazy; until her eyes turned sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had no idea what was wrong, all she knows is that she's weak.&lt;br /&gt;But it was not their fault. All they talked about and laughed about might be the truth.&lt;br /&gt;It was her own fault.&lt;br /&gt;She was too ugly.&lt;br /&gt;That's why her new hairstyle made her look funny,&lt;br /&gt;because she was ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought she'll look better with the haircut, because her family said her eyes are pretty.&lt;br /&gt;Her cousin thought the haircut was cute. Her mum thought it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;And she went out with confidence, but came back with shame.&lt;br /&gt;Good words are all lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never thought she was pretty, but she thought she was 'okay'.&lt;br /&gt;But now she knows she's ugly. And it all made sense.&lt;br /&gt;Because only ugly people get laughed at.&lt;br /&gt;Because only ugly people get bullied.&lt;br /&gt;Because only ugly people have no one to love.&lt;br /&gt;Because beautiful people are loved.&lt;br /&gt;Because beautiful people have nice friends.&lt;br /&gt;Because beautiful people can smile brightly.&lt;br /&gt;Because beautiful people get to be bullies.&lt;br /&gt;Because beautiful people don't have to care what others feel.&lt;br /&gt;Because beautiful people are right, and ugly people are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Because ugly people look ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its enough for her little puppet heart. '&lt;br /&gt;To think she even had a good dream this morning. Which was super rare.&lt;br /&gt;But they are all lies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-7573863844183093492?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/7573863844183093492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=7573863844183093492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/7573863844183093492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/7573863844183093492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/10/liar-liar-liars.html' title='liar. liar. liars.'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-7510652452055355449</id><published>2009-10-02T15:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T15:33:11.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>name</title><content type='html'>Kinda interesting how a cool person sounds really cool when calling your name for the first time @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like those people beside you always call your name so you don't feel any different, but when someone who normally don't talk to you calls your name, it feels really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be like , " OMG DID HE JUST CALL ME " lol. You dont have to like the person to feel funny o.o, its just really weird ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it felt like I was accepted as an individual or smth, like 'I EXIST'! LOL. Or like i'm recognized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a nice feeling, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda feels that i'm finally making friends. Even though i'm like already sec 3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally eng and chi paper over. I am like so stressed i dunno why. And I finally studied chinese; I know like 30+ words, BUT ONLY 2 COME OUT. WTH.&lt;br /&gt;TT my life is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least I was saved by god a minute before the paper was collected. Haha hard to explain here but I was like basically praying and the word appeared in my eyes. LITERALLY APPEARED ON THE PAPER. AND I was like clinching my fist and 'YES!'. lol lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND IMMA SO INTO ONE PIECE. HAHA RENGE *sticks out tongue* :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH, AND IM VERY ADDICTED TO A MANGA, CAUSE THE GUY IS DRAWN SO BEAUTIFULLY, ITS BASICALLY A PIECE OF ART! * Sparkling eyes* I CANT TAKE MY EYES OFF HIM! T-T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-7510652452055355449?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/7510652452055355449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=7510652452055355449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/7510652452055355449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/7510652452055355449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/10/name.html' title='name'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-8075987666528326726</id><published>2009-09-24T16:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T16:22:38.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woo</title><content type='html'>HA, eating my favorite tidbit with dried seaweed + cheese and other weird stuff,&lt;br /&gt;plus drinking iced tea and watching computer now,&lt;br /&gt;AND tml is the last day of school!&lt;br /&gt;Woo! BANZAI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[tho' that means i really SHOULD start studying] =="&lt;br /&gt;lol but i dont care HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-8075987666528326726?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/8075987666528326726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=8075987666528326726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/8075987666528326726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/8075987666528326726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/09/woo.html' title='woo'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-4479316539521780595</id><published>2009-09-22T19:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T19:33:30.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/Sri1_mEeW2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/xb3dgwT_SYA/s1600-h/HoneySempai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/Sri1_mEeW2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/xb3dgwT_SYA/s320/HoneySempai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384253458677128034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got flowers of blissful-ness around me~&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha~ I'm not gonna tell you why ~&lt;br /&gt;*Sparkling eyes*&lt;br /&gt;Ah~h i'm gonna melt away~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i'm just getting excited all by myself, not that smth really good happened or smth dramatic happened to my life, just smth really small and insignificiant to others, but it was good enough for me. WAHAHAHA ~&lt;br /&gt;If only everyday were like today, maybe I could like school, just a little :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..but i-i think, too much of that might be bad for my heart... I was so nervous I couldn't breathe properly =="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if THAT happened instead, I'll probably just faint~&lt;br /&gt;But its still nice :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shhh...dont telll anyone :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-4479316539521780595?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/4479316539521780595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=4479316539521780595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/4479316539521780595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/4479316539521780595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/09/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/Sri1_mEeW2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/xb3dgwT_SYA/s72-c/HoneySempai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-4126555334601802764</id><published>2009-09-21T14:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T16:11:04.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shugo chara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SrcyYr9JeoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uq80lh-q4Tc/s1600-h/AmuandIkuto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SrcyYr9JeoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uq80lh-q4Tc/s320/AmuandIkuto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383827279242164866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SrcyXlDPmiI/AAAAAAAAAD0/idenv_mOOMM/s1600-h/IkutoandAmu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SrcyXlDPmiI/AAAAAAAAAD0/idenv_mOOMM/s320/IkutoandAmu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383827260208814626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SrcyXGqOCII/AAAAAAAAADs/p9bUIlDjY-w/s1600-h/caption-579070-20090321124420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SrcyXGqOCII/AAAAAAAAADs/p9bUIlDjY-w/s320/caption-579070-20090321124420.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383827252050790530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SrcyYOV3HUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wHznsvW3_9c/s1600-h/2081148b6uunt7swe.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SrcyYOV3HUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wHznsvW3_9c/s320/2081148b6uunt7swe.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383827271292755266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SrcxW5NT-aI/AAAAAAAAADk/5B47Mc5Fog8/s1600-h/tadase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SrcxW5NT-aI/AAAAAAAAADk/5B47Mc5Fog8/s320/tadase.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383826148928256418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SrcxWZJ6tTI/AAAAAAAAADc/mrCt7yAy2qY/s1600-h/Tadase10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SrcxWZJ6tTI/AAAAAAAAADc/mrCt7yAy2qY/s320/Tadase10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383826140324082994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love ikuto and tadase &lt;3 LOL LOL&lt;br /&gt;Ikuto is the first three pictures. He's the cool, hot, quiet and naughty guy :D [and and I love his violin! VIOLINS ARE DE BEST ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadase is the last three pictures. He's cute, nice, kind and prince-like character :D [oh and I love his character change, where he changes to an arrogant, funny king that yearns for world dormination! HA same as me. THANKS THANKS &gt;&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like them both. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;not sure why, but I like extreme people, as in either very dark people, or very sparkly and bright people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: And Rima is freaking funny&lt;br /&gt;"Basugasubakuhatsu" &lt; try reading this really really fast'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48:&lt;br /&gt;tadase as a prince detective:&lt;br /&gt;Your heart, I'll arrest it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was like&lt;br /&gt;" ARREST ME!!"&lt;br /&gt;HAHA prince fan girl :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-4126555334601802764?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/4126555334601802764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=4126555334601802764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/4126555334601802764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/4126555334601802764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/09/shugo-chara.html' title='shugo chara'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SrcyYr9JeoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uq80lh-q4Tc/s72-c/AmuandIkuto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-6742487754415261942</id><published>2009-09-19T10:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T10:56:25.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honestly, what the hell.</title><content type='html'>what the hell am I to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum, tell me.&lt;br /&gt;Last time it used to be sis and me, I was second, but at least I was noticed.&lt;br /&gt;Then sis started to have bfs. And breakups. And o'levels. Your focus is on her, but it doesn't matter, because I'm third now [ sis and her bf is first and second] , but at least, sometimes, SOMETIMES, you still talk about me, touch my head, and talk good things about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then now there's my godbrother. YOUR godson. Now i'm 4th. AND YOU TOTALLY DONT TALK ABOUT ME AT ALL. This morning I went down to have breakfast with my mum and sis, and they kept talking. About work, sis, sis's bf, mum herself, and the godson.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there at the side listening to them talk. Waiting for them to talk about me, but all mum said about me was negative. Like I have NO good points at all. My heart hurts and I wanna cry but I didn't show. I told myself its alright... BUT ITS NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to talk, and I really did, 3 times in fact. But none of them noticed. Like I was not there... So I talked to myself. And they didn't noticed either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a human too. No matter how cold I am or how hard I try to be emotionless, I am human. So it hurts like shit. What am I to you mum? Am I so bad? What did I do wrong? Times like these, I wished I was a robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always tell me its because of computer that I can't communicate. You're wrong. Because you never try. I don't shut myself in my own world... I open up, but you guys don't listen. So I close the door slightly. And you guys don't notice either, So i shut off completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder which one's more cold. The rain outside, or my house. It used to be so warm, so nice... Like everytime I come home there's people to welcome me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its just stone cold. Dead silent. Heartless.&lt;br /&gt;And even when you do talk about me, its all about how I don't off computer, or my results. [that are not even bad]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go to the market with you two just now. But I couldn't bear it. My heart's not that strong. The more I think about it, the more inferior I think of myself. Am I not worth your attention at all? Its not like I seek attention, but mum gives me NO attention at all. She would say all about her godson's good points [ when he is a gangster] , but all she finds on me are the bad points [ when i'm supposed to be better]. I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If this is love, I DON'T WANT IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-6742487754415261942?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/6742487754415261942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=6742487754415261942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/6742487754415261942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/6742487754415261942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/09/honestly-what-hell.html' title='Honestly, what the hell.'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-4257826274048116743</id><published>2009-09-18T14:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:28:41.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charming</title><content type='html'>Flu, flu and more flu.&lt;br /&gt;+ Mr syaban is getting funnier and funnier. Seriously cute HAHA&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;School is finally OVER. well, as in weekends are here.&lt;br /&gt;Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : A charming man has a charming smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-4257826274048116743?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/4257826274048116743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=4257826274048116743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/4257826274048116743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/4257826274048116743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/09/charming.html' title='Charming'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-4320147635534106642</id><published>2009-09-16T18:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T18:26:17.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story</title><content type='html'>Writing another story.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy that someone wants to read my stories.&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time, and i'm really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First love story.&lt;br /&gt;Well, there are no stories of mine without any bloodshed. But this is different.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause finally, my dear Lucifer arrived. I've been wanting to put him in a story but it just doesn't fit. His character must be demanding, arrogant and naughty. He is a prince of hell after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy to be able to write lucifer. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;All you can bring back is what you can't leave behind.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-4320147635534106642?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/4320147635534106642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=4320147635534106642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/4320147635534106642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/4320147635534106642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/09/story.html' title='Story'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-2293736271715789668</id><published>2009-09-11T13:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T13:56:34.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure romance</title><content type='html'>Hiro-san , Hiro-san...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. thats why its dangerous to watch love animes. This is kinda bad ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-2293736271715789668?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/2293736271715789668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=2293736271715789668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/2293736271715789668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/2293736271715789668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/09/pure-romance.html' title='Pure romance'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-8677206179088365540</id><published>2009-09-10T12:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T13:02:11.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Renge's visit</title><content type='html'>Renge came to my house today, &lt;br /&gt;truthfully, it was fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I haven't really got any visits from friends since secondary school. Only once for project. So to me, today was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I don't know whether renge liked it or not, because my house is really boring. She just watched animes with me and some other videos. And watched me play plants vs zombies. So it wasn't really interesting for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finshed hunterxhunter for the 4th time. As exciting as ever. Killua rocks.&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna watch the movie '9' O:&lt;br /&gt;Religion game-planning for sunday; meeting today.&lt;br /&gt;ah.. so busy, so busy. hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone got suggestions for games?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-8677206179088365540?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/8677206179088365540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=8677206179088365540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/8677206179088365540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/8677206179088365540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/09/renges-visit.html' title='Renge&apos;s visit'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-6771324038852498574</id><published>2009-09-09T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:26:13.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mushi</title><content type='html'>..mushi ka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I even fear sleeping... 'Cause I used to dream of the fantasy, things that will never happen, stuffs that never existed, or the impossible. But now I dream of reality, everything, as if i'm not dreaming... Then when I wake up, I don't know whether its reality or dream anymore. I dreamt once that I woke up, but then my mum woke me up again.. And I was like... whats going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought its a one time thing, but i'm having ALL dreams that are so close to reality. My head's really messed up. Not to mention my eyes are getting blur all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate cockroaches; insects. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today they sprayed some repellent thingy downstairs and all the cockroaches climbed up in attempt to escape death. And my house is the highest, so they all came to my house. I was getting out of the room to get water and when I stepped out I see cockroaches EVERYWHERE. wtf. Here I'm avoiding one, then another one climbs out. I helped 3 escape by using newspaper, but that was only because they were close to the door, those other cockroaches that bothered me by climbing about and were not close to the door were killed. By me, obviously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, it terrified me. Not the killing, but the part were I had to clean up. I didn't kill them by smashing or wadever violence means, but I used some cleaning germs detergent sort of thing. Its watery, so I just squeezed the bottle on top of the cockroaches and drowned them [ or 'cause they have lots of germs so they died ]. But I can't leave them there so I took a paper spoon and scoop them up... Which was freaking terrifying cause I had to examine whether they are really dead or not. Then there was this HUGE cockroach that came running to me SO fast that I jumped to a chair, banged my leg and cried. I HAVE NO IDEA WHY I CRY BUT YEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm still having goosebumps up till now. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more day. And holidays lessons are over. HOORAY! WAN SUI! YADA!YOSHA! [lol]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... I really should start studying..&lt;br /&gt;well, play for one more week bah. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-6771324038852498574?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/6771324038852498574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=6771324038852498574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/6771324038852498574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/6771324038852498574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/09/mushi.html' title='Mushi'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-4896045045391870615</id><published>2009-09-07T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:08:25.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>? I don't know.</title><content type='html'>Everyone in the world is finding something.&lt;br /&gt;Something valuable to them.&lt;br /&gt;Something that means a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Something that cannot be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is searching for it.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know what is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is playing with me.&lt;br /&gt;playing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-4896045045391870615?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/4896045045391870615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=4896045045391870615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/4896045045391870615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/4896045045391870615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-know.html' title='? I don&apos;t know.'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-909902065057732322</id><published>2009-09-06T14:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T15:05:57.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6th sept.</title><content type='html'>As if having nightmares and bad days weren't bad enough. Now I can't stop crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sept 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum caned me first time in years. Truthfully, it didn’t hurt as much as my heart did. But the redness in my leg shows that it does hurt…around eight times in the same spot… hell, how do I go school tml… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I don’t know what I did wrong. I swear I’m one of the good kids compared to the world.. Just that I play the computer. Whats wrong with playing the computer for the whole day on SATURDAY? ITS SATURDAY! AND I didn’t even played at night yesterday! Which kid doesn’t play computer for more than 2hrs on Saturday? I mean if they’ve got nothing to do?!&lt;br /&gt;If anyone who plays computer for more than 2hrs is addicted, THEN TELL ME SOMEONE WHO AIN'T ADDICTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you know what she said just now? She asked me to finish my holidays homework before I can on the computer. WTF? HOLIDAY HOMEWORK? ITS NOT EVEN MONDAY! ITS SUNDAY, AND YOU WANT ME TO FINISH ALL MY HOLIDAY HOMEOWRK? IS IT EVEN POSSIBLE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I quarreled with her. IT REALLY WAS UNREASONABLE. I MEAN, I PASSED MY CA2 WITH ALL EITHER A OR Bs, NO Cs AT ALL! THEN SHE STILL CAN TALK NONSENSE ABOUT MY CHINESE GETTING LOWER… WTF DOES SHE WANT? WTF DOES SHE KNOW? AND HOW TO FINISH ALL MY HOMEWORK? I’m not even a bad kid! All I do is stay at home and play computer! I finish my homework on time, no teacher ever complains about me, I passed my exams, I already fulfilled all the criteria that I’m supposed to fulfill, and even better, I’m not those kinda bad kids that smokes , or hang out until 4 pm at night, AND I’m not those kind that IS REALLY addicted to computer, up to the point where they play from 5am to 2am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whats the problem? I DON’T SEE A REASON TO BE SCOLDED? NEITHER AM I A BAD KID! ITS SO DAMN UNREASONABLE! I CAN SURVIVE WITHOUT A COMPUTER! THAT’S NOT THE PROBLEM HERE! ITS HER!  ALL I wanted to do was to relax and on the computer for a while, and I got scolded so much? SHE’S NOT THE ONLY ONE THAT WILL GO CRAZY AND ANGRY? I WILL TOO! So I threw a cup on the floor, and it broke. I WAS REALLY ANGRY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she came back with a cane and caned me. Seriously, it didn’t hurt as much as I remembered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, if I go on getting scolded and crying every single day, I might go crazy AND blind. Wth. My eyes hurt, and I can’t breathe. Stupid asthma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cup wasn’t anything. I was so angry, I thought I could scratch my skin off. Thank god I don’t have long nails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freak. I have a bad temper, BUT I have good tolerance level, so normally, and outside, you won’t even get much of a chance to see me angry. At most, I’ll just shut up and calm myself down. But she doesn’t give me a chance to. So my temper roars up. ITS NOT EASY TO CALM IT BACK OKAY. In fact, my anger’s so scary I scare myself. Honestly, I wish she would notice this point and leave me alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her eyes, I’m always the inferior one. The bad one. All the rest of the kids in this world are good. All except me. Hell, I give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, nothing has changed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-909902065057732322?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/909902065057732322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=909902065057732322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/909902065057732322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/909902065057732322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/09/6th-sept.html' title='6th sept.'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-475749369288856863</id><published>2009-09-05T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T12:04:24.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I see...</title><content type='html'>Yea, thats right. There's an eighty percent possibility that its my fault... again.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep creating problems for myself?&lt;br /&gt;It's enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, i'm having those 'attacks' again. More and more recently. Somewhere while talking, while laughing, while looking, while thinking, i'll suddenly get those 'attacks'. It scares me. No one else feels the ground moving, the stairs sinking... except me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i going crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Or is there something that's gonna happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I don't wanna care either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and, I love his hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-475749369288856863?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/475749369288856863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=475749369288856863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/475749369288856863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/475749369288856863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-see.html' title='I see...'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-6972256665572948687</id><published>2009-09-03T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T19:24:06.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE THURSDAYS</title><content type='html'>I HATE THURSDAYS. AND WITH A GOOD VALID REASON. OR REASONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i have to stay back for cca, despite being so damn tired, and that means I CANT EAT BECAUSE THERE'S NO VEGETARIAN AVAILABLE! And for me, food is more important than anything! wth.&lt;br /&gt;second, i hate people. and just so coincidentally, my cca only ends at 6+. WHICH MEANS HELL THERE IS GONNA BE SO MUCH PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND when i went in the squeezy mrt, this irritating fat guy with a huge HUGE stomach, accidently/purposely, the stomach collided with my hand. EWWWWW. He was hairy and sweaty and omfg i dont wanna think about it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;And just so coincidentally again, the guy on my left is a smoker. He ain't smoking but he freaking stinks. !!! I HATE SMOKERS!!! Then the guy with the big stomach is on my right, he is facing me.... AND keeps TOUCHING his private part. WTF. TOUCH AND TOUCH AND TOUCH. I held down the impulse to turn to him and say, " OI, WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM? WTF ARE YOU TRYING TO DO?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzz then the stupid rain. My hands are holding lots of stuff, my umbrella, my file, my waterbottle and the stupid mask. zzzz Then the stupid rain made me almost fall, which in turn, made my file hit my chin in attempt to balance. THEN ONE CAR ALMOST BANG INTO ME, JUST CENTIMETERS AWAY! PLUS, the stupid traffic light take so long to turn green, and when it turned red for cars, ONE CAR STILL HAPPILY GO PASS THE RED LIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN people keep knocking into me, WHICH BY THIS TIME I AM ALREADY FREAKING PISSED, AND WORSE STILL, I CANT FIND A PLACE TO WALK BECAUSE EVERYWHERE THEY ARE BURNING STUFF FOR GHOSTS. WHAT, LIKE THAT LIVING HUMANS NO PLACE TO WALK LIAO AH? NO BRAINS ? WHY CANT THEY BURN IT IN THE TIN CAN, WHY MUST THEY BURN IT IN PLACES FOR PEOPLE TO WALK?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd time I almost got knocked down by car. wtf. HELL.&lt;br /&gt;Rain stopped suddenly. ZZZ I only open the umbrella for like 8mins?! THEN SUDDENLY STOP? THEN I OPEN FOR WHAT?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZ freaking pissed. &lt;br /&gt;Mum came home and the first thing she did was scold me. WHAT THE HELL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THURSDAY. NOW U KNOW WHY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-6972256665572948687?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/6972256665572948687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=6972256665572948687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/6972256665572948687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/6972256665572948687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hate-thursdays.html' title='I HATE THURSDAYS'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-8898372520202568673</id><published>2009-09-02T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T15:39:00.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dream..</title><content type='html'>Why..&lt;br /&gt;Why does everyone die?&lt;br /&gt;Why does everyone leave me...&lt;br /&gt;Why does everyone leave me and die..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;..I can't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I die with them, why do they have to leave me all alone?&lt;br /&gt;Why are the dead more fortunate then the ones alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;Take me away from that dream..&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up! &lt;br /&gt;Somebody, anybody, &lt;br /&gt;Please save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that blood stained hospital. &lt;br /&gt;I hate the metallic smell of the hospital... &lt;br /&gt;I hate everything about that hospital... &lt;br /&gt;Why did I have to dream about it again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-8898372520202568673?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/8898372520202568673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=8898372520202568673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/8898372520202568673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/8898372520202568673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/09/dream.html' title='dream..'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-351934418447170415</id><published>2009-08-29T18:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T18:59:27.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>been long</title><content type='html'>Yea, been so long since i've updated. There were some busy stuff and well, yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought a lot today. Well my hobby is to do nothing and think all day. But it has not been successful nowadays. There are too many things to bother about... Too many distractions.&lt;br /&gt;Recently my inner self has been coming out a lot. Maybe too much.&lt;br /&gt;I used to thought that if my inner self comes out and eventually takes over the self I am now, I would be happier, and less gloomy and cold. Which is basically true, but wrong at the same time. I thought about it a lot today. Basically analyzed everything, and i found out I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My inner self came out because nowadays i'm lonely. Too lonely. That I thought I couldn't take it anymore. Someone told me that I needed someone to care, someone to love me. And I believed. How wrong I was, now that I thought of it. How would I be too lonely? I was lonely in the first place. Its just my inner self thats making things wrong. I don't need love. I never needed love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, like as if normal emotions wasn't confusing enough. Love is useless, its just a distraction. It kills you, bring you alive, and kill you again. People call this "process of love", I call this waste of time and effort, and getting nothing in return. I don't care if I never get loved, never settled down and get married, since all I wanted was to have a son, not a lover. I could adopt him, teach him values, teach him principles that i've taught myself, that life was cruel, and give him all my fortune [if i ever have one] to him. All without a lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If i ever needed to settle down with a guy, I would. But not now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy? i AM happy now. Before when I thought I needed to get rid of this solitary, I was unhappy. I was confused, unconfident, felt that I was inferior from other girls, tired, and my inner self took over. I hate that. Now that I got rid of those irritating human desires, I AM HAPPY. I AM BACK. To what i've been before. In my life, there isn't a need for a light to lead my way. I will crave my own road, no matter how dark it is. I've done it before, being lonely my whole life, I don't need someone else to bring me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, this is the good thing about watching sad animes, it reminds me of what i've forgotten about my past, and brings the sadness back. It hurts but it pulls the inner self back. I can't change. I won't change. For if I change and be happy, I'll forget why I changed in the first place. I was weak, and I fell. But then I changed and grew strong, climbing my way out. Now I forgot how hard I worked, and slowly slowly lose my mind, allowing myself to show my weak side, and demand for sympathy... To hell with those thoughts. I'm refreshed, and I feel strong and confident now. I don't need your sympathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know people will ask why I don't wanna be happy. I'll tell you why. If i din't change, I would still like pink. I will be smart, hyper-active, always laughing, but very flirty. And, i would be those kinda girls who never go home and hangs outside all day long with guys. I would waste money on materialistic goods, and I would have no principles. I will have curfew and be grounded. I would be the girl everyone else out there is. And the type of girl I never wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't notice.. But I'm becoming more and more daring. I thought this was me "opening" up, but I was actually getting influenced. Me, getting influenced... That was a huge mistake.&lt;br /&gt;But I woke up now. Awaken, and still early. Thank god it wasn't too late. Thank god I realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel strong now, I feel capable. I no longer feel unwanted or extra anymore. I wasn't part of it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, i'm back alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;i've done enough socializing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-351934418447170415?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/351934418447170415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=351934418447170415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/351934418447170415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/351934418447170415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/08/been-long.html' title='been long'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-9084536064000796175</id><published>2009-06-23T16:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T17:01:27.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really wish, I could be selfish for once.</title><content type='html'>O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Yes, I know its weird to start a blog post with such a weird 'face'.&lt;br /&gt;But thats probably how I feel now; or rather, I have no idea what i'm supposed to feel now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go my religion camp on Thurs, so feel free to spam call me in those three days, as I would be really glad to skip activities just to answer your call.&lt;br /&gt;There are three things I hate in camps :&lt;br /&gt; 1] Waking up early&lt;br /&gt; 2] I can't sleep at night due to the bed&lt;br /&gt; 3] The fact that I have to play games that I don't wanna play. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, thats how I feel now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I kept thinking about my dad. Which was weird, and ... sad.&lt;br /&gt;I really do miss him after all...&lt;br /&gt;And then there are things that kept me thinking more...&lt;br /&gt;which made me feel really empty and hollow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I always thought my father's death was caused by me. Which was impossible as he died of cancer; a spreading kind of disease, meaning to say, it is kind of a long-term thing. I always thought that even though he was tired after exercising that day, I forced him to run one more round. That made him sick and went to the hospital. And then 10 days later he died. So I kept thinking it was my fault. But I was just an 8 year-old kid back then, I wouldn't understand.. and even now, even though I know its impossible, I still think its my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I wonder?&lt;br /&gt;But the guilt.. the guilt's still there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-9084536064000796175?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/9084536064000796175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=9084536064000796175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/9084536064000796175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/9084536064000796175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-really-wish-i-could-be-selfish-for.html' title='I really wish, I could be selfish for once.'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-938022643208176915</id><published>2009-06-22T19:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T19:28:07.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know anymore.</title><content type='html'>I probably went overboard with games that I don't update now... Well, anyway, now that i'm back with anime, I probably could update more often. Probably..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the history bbq. AND. I. FORGOT. ALL. ABOUT. IT.&lt;br /&gt;woo~ I don't know how to go anyway &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, about the p6 gathering, I realised, I was pretty popular back then, I mean, the fact that I wasn't forgotten; and having a huge group of people send me home because I was afraid; and the weird fact that I keep on talking non-stop for the whole day....&lt;br /&gt;All these could never be done in my secondary school. Sadly, but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I could talk so much. I got so enthusiastic that I began talking to fishes. Which was embarrassing when a male ex-classmate saw it. -.- But anyway, it was kinda fun. Much more than i'll thought of it to be. Everyone was surprised when I told them I'm a loner at school. And the fact that my ranking was so lousy, and I didn't get into pure science...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the truth is that I was pretty smart back then, and I was always in the top ten and the best classes... So.. for me to fall so much back and especially on maths that I used to loved so much....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, its awful to know that i'm so lousy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sighs* One more week huh.. and holidays end...&lt;br /&gt;TCH, thinking about it pisses me off. I HOPE SWINE FLU WILL LET US EXTEND OUR HOLIDAYS!!!! BUt I feel sad about the people affected... IDK LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I saw Shijie today. Surprisingly he actually studies in Swiss Cottage. He probably didn't know who I am. Just like that person, probably forgotten about me already huh...&lt;br /&gt;And then, because I saw Shijie, I started thinking about the past.. and, I  don't know what to think anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been 8 years already. So why am I still freaking thinking about it?&lt;br /&gt;That person already...vanished.&lt;br /&gt;Away, from my life..&lt;br /&gt;And after so long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I... I don't know anymore.&lt;br /&gt;This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;If I save you... Who would save me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-938022643208176915?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/938022643208176915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=938022643208176915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/938022643208176915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/938022643208176915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-dont-know-anymore.html' title='I don&apos;t know anymore.'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-6725506862833442521</id><published>2009-06-04T10:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T10:34:49.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TUITION</title><content type='html'>i'm gonna have tuition at 1pm. Sharp.&lt;br /&gt;And its not gonna be nice.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, he is an old old ah pei, not even nice to look at.&lt;br /&gt;If its a shuai ge I might think it could be nice or smth.. ZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream about school. [ because of the fact that i'm gonna have tuition ]&lt;br /&gt;For people who know me, dreams about school is like the worst kind of nightmares I could ever have. And it totally sucks. Holy crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because its at 1pm, I can't play maple. [ due to some quest that says I need to stay online for 3 hrs]. ZZZZ. Apparently, this uncle is famous for getting As for his students at math.&lt;br /&gt;Then i'm like " Ooo, I'm so gonna break that record. I'm gonna be his worst student yet".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And worst of all, all this scary tuition stuff is supposed to start only at next week. NEXT WEEK!&lt;br /&gt;ZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;I never liked tuition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-6725506862833442521?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/6725506862833442521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=6725506862833442521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/6725506862833442521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/6725506862833442521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/06/tuition.html' title='TUITION'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-6280460295938621638</id><published>2009-06-02T10:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T10:54:46.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAPLE.</title><content type='html'>I finally download maple. And now, they are having sever check until 1pm ; just nice that time, I have to GO TO KARAOKE. zzzzz... NOOOOOO....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went maple for like after 1 year of non-mapling, and they're having lots of events. One which includes a beautiful chair that has to be exchanged with a golden maple leaf. I bought a golden maple leaf for like $700,000; and when i exchanged it, guess what I got...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT 100 MAPLE LEAVES.&lt;br /&gt;WTF.&lt;br /&gt;I already have like 1000 leaves. zzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOO, I WANT THE CHAIR! &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm going karaoke till 7pm....&lt;br /&gt;and i only have 1mill left....&lt;br /&gt;and the event is gonna end....&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOO... PLEASE DONT END OMG OMG T_T&lt;br /&gt;Renge save me~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-6280460295938621638?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/6280460295938621638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=6280460295938621638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/6280460295938621638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/6280460295938621638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/06/maple.html' title='MAPLE.'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-1009713581262589186</id><published>2009-05-30T13:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T13:51:03.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>@.@</title><content type='html'>First day of school holidays. A bit unreal. Feel like playing maple again [ heard that there's an episode two in the game ] but it didn't work. And downloading is like 5 days long. wtf? *yawns*.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling very slacky today. Saw rio's blog and the pictures were somehow entertaining. Anyway, I've got primary 6/1 gathering at 5th june, ben's birthday at tml, my birthday at 17th june, 26-29 june got camp and.. I've got history bbq at.. AT WHEN AH OH SHIT I FORGOT.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm gonna be busy. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy crap my results sucked.&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA PLAY POKEMON AND MAPLE.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;feista, pi story, cabal and getamped is lame. dont ever ask me to play that AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;bored bored bored&lt;br /&gt;BOOOOOORRRREEEEEDDD.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna jump down, so boring today~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-1009713581262589186?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/1009713581262589186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=1009713581262589186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/1009713581262589186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/1009713581262589186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_30.html' title='@.@'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-5007847304911496779</id><published>2009-05-29T19:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T19:50:03.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.- MUMS SUCK</title><content type='html'>OKAY, MY MOTHER JUST THREW MY REPORT BOOK ON THE FLOOR.&lt;br /&gt;@%!@&amp;amp;*$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is trying to tell me that i suck and i need tuition.&lt;br /&gt;She thought I got like freaking the lowest.&lt;br /&gt;Have she got any idea that there is still 80+ ppl in express behind me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU SO SMART YOU GO STUDY FOR ME LAH.&lt;br /&gt;THATS WHY I HATE MATHS.&lt;br /&gt;IT REMINDS ME OF YOU AND SIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know anything so don't give me the, I-can-do-better, you're-so-stupid face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-5007847304911496779?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/5007847304911496779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=5007847304911496779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/5007847304911496779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/5007847304911496779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/05/mums-suck.html' title='-.- MUMS SUCK'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-3737055219560097250</id><published>2009-05-29T15:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T15:11:47.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOO!</title><content type='html'>End.&lt;br /&gt;Of.&lt;br /&gt;School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELL YEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit. I forgot to smile. I forgot that i'm supposed to make a great friend today. NOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;*pulls hair*. Nothing changed. Again. *sighs*.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-3737055219560097250?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/3737055219560097250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=3737055219560097250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/3737055219560097250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/3737055219560097250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/05/woo.html' title='WOO!'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-127918401392073899</id><published>2009-05-28T19:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:33:53.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juniors are cute</title><content type='html'>TML IS THE LAST DAY  OF SCHOOL. OMG THE DAY HAD FINALLY ARRIVED.&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the weird thing is, when I'm facing my juniors in art club and ppl from religion, i be.. MYSELF. as in, really really very little restriction. I wonder why. How did I notice this? 'Cause they asked,&lt;br /&gt;" You have boyfriend right? ",&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? No." &lt;&lt; [I dragged the 'no' btw.]&lt;br /&gt;"Liar, you so pretty"&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?! I'm not....Nobody likes me lah."&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;"Er.. cause i don't really talk in class?"&lt;br /&gt;"Okay what, you very funny ; don't seem like the quiet sort"&lt;br /&gt;"...Hmm *thinking*"&lt;&lt; [That's when I realised.]&lt;br /&gt;then some random junior said,&lt;br /&gt;"If I were a guy, I confirm choose you."&lt;br /&gt;"...Lol, then valentine's day send me present lor *laughs*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I also realised that i'm the only senior sitting with a table full of juniors. ONLY ME. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I gave up my seat to a random old auntie. Things like this are usually common to me, but... Normal teenagers don't do that. 'cause they don't dare or like its kinda hard. So i'm thinking, how can I give up my seat casually, easily, but easy things like smiling, I find it hard to do instead? I can't even smile to ppl, how to say 'hi'? gg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm, according to some random magazine, i'm supposed to make a very good friend tml.&lt;br /&gt;YOSHA! *clenches fist* [ yes! in japanese ] LOL.&lt;br /&gt;So i'm gonna try hard to smile tml. REALLY REALLY HARD.&lt;br /&gt;DON'T BE A COWARD!!!!! YOU CAN DO THIS!!!! &lt;&lt; sudden enthusiasm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shit. I forgot to return the chinese book back to the library -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-127918401392073899?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/127918401392073899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=127918401392073899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/127918401392073899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/127918401392073899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/05/juniors-are-cute.html' title='Juniors are cute'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-5807225717721205271</id><published>2009-05-27T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:40:00.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Later~</title><content type='html'>So now did I realise how dull my blog was. COOL. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I checked the " How well do you know me" quiz results and a lot of people thought I was either ' as emo as I am now' or ' funny and weird' ... the first part was expected ; but funny or weird?! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end very little people thought of me as 'cold and distant'... So I was wrong? Was I actually sociable?! YAY!!! &lt;&lt; trying to be enthusiastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One interesting answer that I got was from Mitchell. He ticked the answer that said I was, 'a mute that is not mute'. LOL. that answer was like totally random. I placed it there for fun, to fill up the space. Not bad man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rio actually thought I'd be happy if I made new friends. Well, yeah, who wouldn't be happy? See, I just made this really pervertic friend called yan ling [haha] who's really funny. But, compared with the choice of having 'school ends...forever', obviously I would choose having school to end forever. Duh, who wouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who likes school please raise up your hand. Oi, you there, the person wearing a shirt, don't smile at yourself when you're looking at the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lol. At least i'm trying to be more sociable; ya know.&lt;br /&gt;I tried doing what the book said that I must do. " smile to everyone you see; starting with school".&lt;br /&gt;And I did. Well, at least I'm trying. But like after 5 mins, my face began to ache. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Okay, people with lots of friends would probably say, " learning how to make friends should be a natural thing, you shouldn't follow a book, it makes it so fake" , well yea, I totally agree. But for me, being isolated for so long has its consequences...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot how to make friends. Seriously. You see, I swore to myself once that I would throw away all my emotions. Or at least, conceil it extremely well. So now, finding it back and SHOWING it to others is naturally hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can swear to god that my intentions to make friends are all for the sake of goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, ...for now... *evil grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, i'm just joking. If I'm really evil, would I post it on my blog and tell everyone; HEY PEOPLE, I AM EVIL!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Impossible isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-5807225717721205271?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/5807225717721205271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=5807225717721205271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/5807225717721205271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/5807225717721205271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/05/later.html' title='Later~'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-2673907169006327861</id><published>2009-05-26T14:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T15:08:34.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITSELF</title><content type='html'>2 interesting things:&lt;br /&gt;1] I had my most boring sexual education program EVER. During the first part of the talk in the hall, the moment I sat down, I began yawning like crazy. Not to mention the speaker seems to have trouble pronouncing. But that's not the interesting part; okay.. I shall give you two sentences that he said. Try finding the weird part :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" ...in sex itself, you would get AIDS itself."&lt;br /&gt;                                   &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;"....the coconut itself, would hit the head itself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, ITS THE " ITSELF" . Isn't that very obvious? The weird thing is most of the people didn't realise this. AT ALL. They were like, "got meh?", " I dunno"...&lt;br /&gt;Only some alert ones noticed. And according to the bored alert people, the speaker said "itself" 51 times. COOL. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2] I bought my &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; educational book ever that is not fictional. And it costs me $14.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I don't believe it either. "Why didn't I buy more comics?" I asked myself. The funny thing is, this book is PINK in colour, with those fancy glittery letters in the title; which makes it utterly embarrassing to carry it around. AND TOTALLY NOT MY STYLE.&lt;br /&gt;By now you should be curious; why did I bought a weird book that is so expensive, and on top of that, I hated it?&lt;br /&gt;Check out the title : "how to win FRIENDS &amp;amp; influence PEOPLE for TEEN GIRLS - presented by Donna Dale Carnegie" Yea, who the hell is that.&lt;br /&gt;I totally bought this book on a whim. 'cause I thought, I probably shouldn't be passive anymore. Hell, this book better make me proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-2673907169006327861?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/2673907169006327861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=2673907169006327861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/2673907169006327861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/2673907169006327861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/05/itself.html' title='ITSELF'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-5369858185652438783</id><published>2009-05-25T19:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:45:30.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awakened</title><content type='html'>Realised two things :&lt;br /&gt;1] my character is very much like kyoya from Ouran High School Host Club.&lt;br /&gt;2] short words have more hidden meanings behind them, compared to long and lengthy ones;&lt;br /&gt;and it is twice as powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, decipher this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Rest in pieces. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-5369858185652438783?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/5369858185652438783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=5369858185652438783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/5369858185652438783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/5369858185652438783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/05/awakened.html' title='Awakened'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-566746513610326983</id><published>2009-05-24T12:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T12:55:11.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>****</title><content type='html'>From what happened on Thursday,&lt;br /&gt;the last thing I need now..&lt;br /&gt;is sexual education on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;[back from chalet]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-566746513610326983?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/566746513610326983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=566746513610326983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/566746513610326983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/566746513610326983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='****'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-6533440572795714390</id><published>2009-05-22T14:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T15:18:01.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I swear. I hate this world.</title><content type='html'>I hate this world.&lt;br /&gt;I hate this world.&lt;br /&gt;I hate this world.&lt;br /&gt;I hate being a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" kids can't talk while adults are talking "&lt;br /&gt;" wait until you grow up "&lt;br /&gt;" you don't understand, you're just a kid "&lt;br /&gt;" don't be a crybaby any more "&lt;br /&gt;" oh man, kids are so weak "&lt;br /&gt;" what do you know? you're just a kid "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I've had enough of all those nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;ENOUGH. ITS ENOUGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always at fault, i'm NEVER ever correct.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because i'm a kid.&lt;br /&gt;" I can never be wrong, because i'm an adult. "&lt;br /&gt;" You have to listen to what I say "&lt;br /&gt;" Don't talk back! I'm ALWAYS correct! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- even if they realised they're wrong, all they say is&lt;br /&gt;" ... I DID THAT BECAUSE OF YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;" I'm TRYING to do WHAT'S BEST FOR YOU "&lt;br /&gt;" It's your fault that I'm doing that! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea yea yeah, its allll my fault. adults will never be wrong. kids will never be right.&lt;br /&gt;I JUST ABOUT GOT ENOUGH OF THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single day I got scolded. And &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; says its because of&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;" You started it "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;" What?! You were the one who started scolding me! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;" Why do you have to make my life like this? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;" You think I'm happy with my life? You think I want this? I'm going crazy too! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;" I do everything for you "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;" yah yah, I NEVER did anything for you; I never helped in this household AT ALL"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;" You're the one with the bad temper "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;" yah yah, You have a GREAT temper. OH i'm so sorry, it's ALL MY FAULT "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;" If you don't like me, find another mother! I'm not like your friend's mothers, I'm not so nice "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;" Did I force you to give birth to me? I'm your kid, you should be responsible!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;" I'm doing my best, and now I can see that it was all worthless. Have you done anything so great like i've done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And here I thought mother's love is supposed to be the greatest; that they would never ask anything in return. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, you think I don't want to be an enthusiastic kid like hermann and be happy everyday?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought what made me turn out this way?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried to find out how I am facing my life?&lt;br /&gt;Have you tried trusting me FOR ONCE?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever believed in me?&lt;br /&gt;- All you do is push me down.&lt;br /&gt;- All you think is that i'm the worst kid ever&lt;br /&gt;- All you think is how great you are, and how bad I am&lt;br /&gt;- All you say is that, " i'm such a good person with such a good character, why did my kid turn out this way?"&lt;br /&gt;- All you think is that I give you no "face"&lt;br /&gt;You think I'm a loser.&lt;br /&gt;You think I can't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;You think I'm weak.&lt;br /&gt;You think i'm untrustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;And that when I say i'm going for atp, i'm actually out there somewhere playing with guys.&lt;br /&gt;WTF.&lt;br /&gt;You think i'm the only kid who swears. Considering I only swore ONCE in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;You think I couldn't get any worse.&lt;br /&gt;When you go for parent-teacher-meeting, and the teacher says, " Pei Zhen is a sweet-natured girl who hands in her homework on time; very quiet and obedient.", you doubt the teacher. ANd me.&lt;br /&gt;Just because I don't like to do homework at home, you think I don't have any, and all I do is play the computer.&lt;br /&gt;You want me to be more sociable, but just after a few sentences, you start screaming at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, I beg you.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;Believe in me.&lt;br /&gt;And love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;It's enough.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna cry every single day.&lt;br /&gt;I can't never be happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't make myself turn out this way.&lt;br /&gt;WHO made me this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH I FORGOT. ITS ALL MY FAULT ISN'T IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its enough Its enough Its enough Its enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not anymore Not anymore Not anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things will never be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You make me doubt that I'm  your child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-6533440572795714390?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/6533440572795714390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=6533440572795714390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/6533440572795714390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/6533440572795714390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-swear-i-hate-this-world.html' title='I swear. I hate this world.'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-3586843922250816518</id><published>2009-05-21T20:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:33:10.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf</title><content type='html'>I've had many worst days of my life. But today...&lt;br /&gt;Worst. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna make it easy for you guys to understand, since i'm not really in the mood to; so this post would be messy, disturbing, short, and true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bad dream, and when I woke up the first thing I thought was " I don't want to go school today".&lt;br /&gt;If only I followed my feelings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usual routine to walk to the mrt..&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I know, I saw a flasher. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a dirty kid, so i've never seen THAT before. I don't really want to describe the details, but it totally sucked. And it was utterly disturbing. And I wanted to kill that guy.- kill him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was disgusting. It freaked the hell out of me. I flinched, but continued walking. My hands shook like crazy. I held on to my bag tightly. I tried to control my emotions. And succeeded. My face remained the same.&lt;br /&gt;Then my head went blank. Then I felt like crying. But I held on my tears. Throughout the ride to school, tears were in my eyes, but it didn't flow out. I held it back. Until I reached school. Cried for about 3 mins. [because I can't let people know I cried]&lt;br /&gt;Only cheryl knew I cried, but she didn't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School sucked. Everything today just went utterly wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then art club.&lt;br /&gt;... I thought I could handle the situation already. Didn't felt like crying anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.45pm. On my way home. A lot of people. A lot of adults. A lot of adults MALE.&lt;br /&gt;Then started shivering like this morning. My hand couldn't stop shaking. Grabbed my wallet so tight until it could tear off. Swear words filled my head. Possibly because I was afraid. And I wanted to cry again. I was afraid I would see that guy again. I don't want. No more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pei Zhen don't cry. Pei Zhen don't cry. Pei Zhen don't cry. You can't cry. You won't cry. Hold it in, hold it in, hold it all in. At least wait until you reach home. Until home."&lt;br /&gt;- I repeated these things in my head. Repeated and repeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flinched every single time a person touches me; or bump into me.&lt;br /&gt;But I held on my tears. I won't cry. Not infront of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked past the place where I saw him.&lt;br /&gt;A tear went out. My eyes were especially reactive now.&lt;br /&gt;I could see or feel, every single thing that moved.&lt;br /&gt;And was twice as frightened.&lt;br /&gt;"Somebody save me."&lt;br /&gt;"Anyone..."&lt;br /&gt;"...Save me."&lt;br /&gt;I was really really afraid. My hands went cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at doorstep. Couldn't hold on any longer.&lt;br /&gt;I cried.&lt;br /&gt;And cried.&lt;br /&gt;And .. cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopped crying.&lt;br /&gt;And started crying again.&lt;br /&gt;And again.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't wanted to go out anymore.&lt;br /&gt;But mum said I couldn't run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm weak.&lt;br /&gt;But I am a girl afterall.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm cold. '&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill that guy.&lt;br /&gt;I hate this world.&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/5247390079512459191-3586843922250816518?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/3586843922250816518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=3586843922250816518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/3586843922250816518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/3586843922250816518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/05/wtf.html' title='wtf'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-7077965969299885962</id><published>2009-05-20T16:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T16:25:18.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>Just changed my sitting arrangement. Losing the fan was a bad thing, but the seat was not too bad. I got closer to the window, with a great view outside. Normally, I would be more than glad to sit inside.. But I realised sitting outside was much more better; I could see a better view of the sky. My wonderful beautiful sky. The rest of the year will probably consists of more daydreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm terribly bored. I want a typewriter for my birthday [ I want a headphone too]; for the obvious reasons, I wanna type.&lt;br /&gt;Type what?&lt;br /&gt;Everything in my head.&lt;br /&gt;There are too much things in my head right now. And writing is really by far too slow and hard to read. I want to clear my mind. Or I'll probably go insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately .. or rather now, everything is becoming more and more boring. And boredom is the worst ever feeling to me. I may lack emotions, but I just can't stand being bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Predictable. Everything is so predictable. Although... some things, even after predicting that they would react that way, still feels a little painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me.&lt;br /&gt;From this stupid boring place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-7077965969299885962?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/7077965969299885962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=7077965969299885962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/7077965969299885962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/7077965969299885962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/05/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-1161292335076433051</id><published>2009-05-19T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:04:11.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L .O .L</title><content type='html'>Okay. I forgot who, but there has been quite a lot of people telling me i'm too cold, and that I should be more feminine. So yesterday I tried acting cute in front of the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It worked. Seriously, unbelievably.&lt;br /&gt;For a second, I seemed like those kind of kawaii girls in neoprints.&lt;br /&gt;But. Just for a second.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't it last?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I almost vomited.&lt;br /&gt;Goosebumps rose up faster than the speed of lightning.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, being cute is just not me.&lt;br /&gt;And the goosebumps remained until like an hour later.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I'm seriously not exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thought of this short poem just now when I saw a woman impatiently pressing the traffic light button. Apparently, it didn't work. More like, the traffic light was blinking when she arrived, and before it went off, she was already pressing her hand off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You wait for the traffic lights&lt;br /&gt;The traffic lights does not wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Ignorant humans, frustrated souls&lt;br /&gt;What does such impatience bring?&lt;br /&gt;Just another accident, in this big city of ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, lame. It isn't really completed yet. Who cares anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I also did a drawing of a church bell. Which has a grandfather clock's structure.&lt;br /&gt;...More like just a random drawing actually. And then I did another poem based on that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Upon the ring of an unbalanced bell,&lt;br /&gt;a wish would be granted.&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the howling screams of the wind,&lt;br /&gt;it shall be delivered.&lt;br /&gt;Whose wish was it?&lt;br /&gt;What dreams would it bring?&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter,&lt;br /&gt;for the bell stopped ringing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Apparently, this unbalanced bell can grant wishes. Yea, my mind's weird.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I finally got my timing in 2.4km run. I ran my fastest ever with 15 mins 22 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;Could have ran faster, but I'm pleased with it already.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta go read more manga. Ciao/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Current subjects failed :  0&lt;br /&gt;Current C's :                             2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Current B's :                             I forgot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Current A's :                             0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-1161292335076433051?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/1161292335076433051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=1161292335076433051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/1161292335076433051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/1161292335076433051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/05/l-o-l.html' title='L .O .L'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-95231051755876661</id><published>2009-05-16T09:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T10:00:33.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bleach 96</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/Sg4c3wTfc2I/AAAAAAAAADU/zCBevTG_W2M/s1600-h/96.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/Sg4c3wTfc2I/AAAAAAAAADU/zCBevTG_W2M/s320/96.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336234352665654114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reading bleach 96. Fast huh, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the espadas. Hey don't you think that its weird that ichigo himself can defeat some captains when the espadas can defeat him easily? That means, the espada can easily defeat the captains of soul society without even trying... So why won't they attack soul society? They'll win, seriously. hmm... weird huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I did a quiz that said I was espada number 4 , if i'm among all those espadas. Cool. He is way hot and really cool. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;This is what it said :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Copy"&gt;&lt;div class="CopyTitle"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/which-e-bjijej/take?tv2=n6vTb2ITE%2BGQ2S6AMDbcmiiAmUu5ZhS6bQ%3D%3D&amp;amp;style_group=1&amp;amp;link=feed_publish_text&amp;amp;fresult=1" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=65536070351&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=715f69fd98d0249d1babd70fc51530b3&amp;amp;position=14&amp;amp;' + Math.random();ft(&amp;quot;4:9:63:0:0:::::612768331:1:65536070351:::0:5335893175236226362::0::0:::&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;1242446374:c466456eeec47a40930edbe55da59ccc&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;clk&amp;quot;,0,&amp;quot;nf&amp;quot;);return true;"&gt;#4: Ulquiorra Schiffer&lt;/a&gt;.             &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="CopyBody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quiet, calm, and stoic, so much so he rarely changes his facial expression. He could easily be called the emo of the group. You have a very analytical mind and are very loyal.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-95231051755876661?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/95231051755876661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=95231051755876661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/95231051755876661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/95231051755876661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/05/bleach-96.html' title='bleach 96'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/Sg4c3wTfc2I/AAAAAAAAADU/zCBevTG_W2M/s72-c/96.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-7258846130410031223</id><published>2009-05-15T15:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T15:37:15.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17th June.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/Sg0boASC5XI/AAAAAAAAADM/lrIE3yJdLwE/s1600-h/mother%27s+deathichigo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/Sg0boASC5XI/AAAAAAAAADM/lrIE3yJdLwE/s320/mother%27s+deathichigo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335951507588310386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading the 19th chapter of Bleach now. I've known the storyline for a long time, as in, I saw the anime till very behind.. decided to read the manga for the first time. Ichigo was okay, but I really liked Hitsugaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now did I realized, Ichigo's mother died on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Of course she isn't real...&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of manga writers like to have their characters die on 17th of June.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all, just thought its some interesting news to share. That the main character of bleach had his mother died on my birthday. woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, Ichigo's a kind hearted boy. Who is to blame, the fact that you can see ghosts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It wasn't your fault. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-7258846130410031223?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/7258846130410031223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=7258846130410031223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/7258846130410031223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/7258846130410031223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/05/17th-june.html' title='17th June.'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/Sg0boASC5XI/AAAAAAAAADM/lrIE3yJdLwE/s72-c/mother%27s+deathichigo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-5196993186262470427</id><published>2009-05-15T13:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:48:44.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh shut the hell up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Adults should reflect on their character and unclass-ness. It is affecting US, children. Who made the kids nowadays so vulgar? So disrespectful? It's all because of you adults who give us the bad example, we just merely copied you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. You have to complain about MY behavior to another adult, another outsider? The hell? What a corrupted world. The more I see it, the more I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adults bumping into people purposely when there is so much space.&lt;br /&gt;Adults blocking the doorway pridefully in the mrt train.&lt;br /&gt;Adults scolding people without any meaning behind it.&lt;br /&gt;Adults doing things that they shouldn't do, and when we ask they say&lt;br /&gt;" because I am older than you, I can control you, you can't control me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET. A. LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ruin this wonderful world. You complain, but we can't. You scream, but if you do you say we have no manners. We can't tell you what is right, only YOU can tell us what to do. You say studying is easy, but when I ask you about homework, you can't do a single damn shit right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated to adults, and even more to parents. Please understand what you're doing wrong. Stop scolding us meaninglessly, and apologize when you are at the wrong. You teach us to say "sorry", but when you are at the wrong, you scold us even more to prove that you are right, even though you know that it is wrong. Are adults such prideful vain people until they can't even say "sorry"? If you can't do it, don't expect US to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's up with calling other adult parents for help with your children and complaining about US? It makes me seem like such a spiteful brat; the way you tell others. They don't know the whole story. Wtf, and when they look at me, they all think i'm just an unfilial, ignorant piece of crap. I am your child. YOU should teach me. NOT THEM. THEY can't do anything. If you don't like me, why the hell did you bring me to this world? What, I forced you to give birth to me? But you don't see me going around telling people about my family, so why should you? You're the one scolding, not the victim! I am quiet, so should you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-5196993186262470427?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/5196993186262470427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=5196993186262470427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/5196993186262470427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/5196993186262470427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-shut-hell-up.html' title='oh shut the hell up.'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-6477286722358369228</id><published>2009-04-30T17:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T13:38:18.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Case of kid with no childhood</title><content type='html'>How can anyone hate &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;baseball&lt;/span&gt;? It totally&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally wipe-out by the two exams. Feeling &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;VERY blank &lt;/span&gt;now. Which means &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;empty&lt;/span&gt;, kinda. I realised I &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;don't have&lt;/span&gt; any &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;childhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;recently, when I see the show fighting spiders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; fun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;to run around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, getting&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;chased&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by people and chasing back, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;exploring&lt;/span&gt; places that you've never seen before, get&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;freaked out&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;by ghosts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and having a good &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;laugh&lt;/span&gt; after that? I really wanna try &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;climbing trees&lt;/span&gt;, it looks like&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;great fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I think its&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;illegal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to climb trees in Singapore... *sighs*&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I wanna have some fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I wanna &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;explore caves&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;and run out screaming because there are lots of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bats&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I wanna sell weird stuff like spiders. I wanna &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;skip school.&lt;/span&gt; Do you think I like playing in front of computers every single day? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;NO. I DON'T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only play because there's &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;nothing better to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; And i've practically played every game available. I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;bored of all those&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;stupid games&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I want&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; life with surprises&lt;/span&gt; everyday, I wanna have &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;an adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; I want to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;invent stuff that has no use&lt;/span&gt; at all, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;roll in the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;beat&lt;/span&gt; some people up, and&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;throw insects&lt;/span&gt; at people. I just want to&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;run around everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and have fun. I want to have a group of&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; real&lt;/span&gt; friends, probably guys, since girls are scared of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;EVERYTHING.&lt;/span&gt; I wanna scold vulgarities, like its nobody's business. I wanna be &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;rude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;I wanna &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;be late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I want to have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;confidence and stand up for myself&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I don't wanna be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A COWARD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;NO,&lt;/span&gt; my life now is &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;totally and absolutely different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;don't talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; much, I can laugh and smile, but &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;it doesn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; reach&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;I play computer everyday, more like, I just on the computer and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;randomly click stuff &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;unti&lt;/span&gt;l the day is over.&lt;/span&gt; I get&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;stuck&lt;/span&gt; in school for&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 6 hours&lt;/span&gt; a day, not counting transportation time. I &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;don't have a lot of friends&lt;/span&gt;, and I &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;don't go out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;can't run around&lt;/span&gt;, because its &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;uncool&lt;/span&gt; [ hello, i'm 15 already] , I think &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;people who scream are stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; More like &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I can't scream EVEN if I tried&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;girl friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, because if you have too much&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;guy friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, people will say you are a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;flirt&lt;/span&gt;. [&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;yeah, wtf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; most girls suck ]  If you invent something that has no use, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; will say that you are &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;dumb&lt;/span&gt;, so I always try not to do things that are dumb. I&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;don't like to touch people&lt;/span&gt; and I don't like them to touch me, so obviously I &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;can't beat them up&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hate PE&lt;/span&gt; practically because I &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;don't have the guts&lt;/span&gt; to play anything. [ even though I badly want to ] I obviously can't climb trees but i'm quite good with climbing &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;playground stuff.&lt;/span&gt; [ but i'm currently &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;over-aged&lt;/span&gt; to play anything ]. Even when &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I'm bullied, I do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; [ More like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT.&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a freaking introvert and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I hate it&lt;/span&gt;. I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt; with everything in my life. I&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;can't be rude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, i'm always &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;on time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;never been late&lt;/span&gt; for school,&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;never been to detention&lt;/span&gt; [ i know, i can't believe it either ], and yeah, i'm a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;coward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summary, I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;totally different on the outside and the inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;[ gemini &lt;3]&gt; i hate it. i wanna be &lt;!--3]  CAN SOMEONE PLEASE MAKE ME &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CRAZY AGAIN. [ again because i &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;USED&lt;/span&gt; to be crazy]&lt;br /&gt;I'M &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GOING INSANE.&lt;/span&gt; [ though I'll probably give the person a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;weird look and walk away&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I WANNA PLAY BASEBALL. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I WANNA LEARN ARCHERY.&lt;/span&gt; I WANNA PLAY HOCKEY. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;WANNA LEARN KARATE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I WANNA LEARN VIOLIN. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I WANNA LEARN DRUMS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I WANNA GET TAN-NY.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I WANNA SWIM LIKE CRAZY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; [ The last time i swam was when i was primary4. yea i'm a&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;freak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna play doctor doctor~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-6477286722358369228?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/6477286722358369228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=6477286722358369228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/6477286722358369228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/6477286722358369228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/04/case-of-kid-with-no-childhood.html' title='Case of kid with no childhood'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-2539262215813481107</id><published>2009-04-28T16:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T16:35:05.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D-D-D-Days</title><content type='html'>Days are passing by like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bolts of electricity&lt;/span&gt;. Of course, other then the fact that time in school is always&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; slow&lt;/span&gt;. Yesterday was kinda incredible. I didn't used the computer, and didn't missed it, at all. I was walking home yesterday, like I always do, and I when I turned at a cross junction, my side vision caught a view of the person behind me, or rather, just his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uniform&lt;/span&gt;. When I waited for the lights to go green, I suddenly remembered where I've seen that familiar sight before, and I was like, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Could it be?&lt;/span&gt;", " &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It might be&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No way, that's impossible&lt;/span&gt;", " But I'll take a look just to be sure..". Then I turned behind and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; saw the person&lt;/span&gt; that I thought,  going down the other way towards his house; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;condo&lt;/span&gt;.  You may be wondering who, and strictly speaking I don't know either. I've just seen him quite a lot of times, walking the same route, but I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; see him on Fridays, so I gave him a nickname called " &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday-boy &lt;/span&gt;".  But yesterday was Monday. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wo-Ah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I'm always the one walking behind him, so yesterday he gave me quite a scare. And he was so close, I could have practically &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;knocked into him&lt;/span&gt;. I think he's from Bukit Batok Secondary, and most likely secondary 3. Since when I saw him last year he was in shorts, and now he wears pants. His bag is so&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; cool&lt;/span&gt;, I really want it. Oh, his back image is very very cool, so cool that I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yearn to draw a picture of it&lt;/span&gt;, but yesterday, I think I gave him a very uncool backview in return, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awwwww man.&lt;/span&gt;  O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was ok-ay. We rearranged our tables in exam format, which was obviously weird, and I can't see the board [ bad view ] . Its so close to the door that its very uncomfortable, because I like walls, not open areas. AND THE FAN IS GONE TOO. argh. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good thing&lt;/span&gt; is, my index number is not 11, or I really will be next to the door where EVERYBODY can see me. Thank God. Oh, and i'm really kinda hyper today, since I can feel that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I talked tooooo much&lt;/span&gt; [ dry throat ], ahh, its so wrong to be hyper, and embarrassing. But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;being a kid&lt;/span&gt; is fun. Whenever I see Mrs Fu's tummy, I feel &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mystified&lt;/span&gt;. Being pregnant seems so interesting.... As in, can you imagine &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;carrying another&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heartbeat in your stomach&lt;/span&gt;? Its so... heartwarming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained twice today. Is it because of me? See, whenever I want rain, it'll come. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SERIOUSLY&lt;/span&gt;. It's slightly creepy, in a good way. Tomorrow is english paper, followed by chinese. And I haven't studied a crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fighting spiders today! OH YEA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-2539262215813481107?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/2539262215813481107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=2539262215813481107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/2539262215813481107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/2539262215813481107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/04/d-d-d-days.html' title='D-D-D-Days'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-622347651729429870</id><published>2009-04-24T19:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T20:08:18.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To sin or not to sin.</title><content type='html'>Dear god,&lt;br /&gt;protector of all souls, creator of all beings, listen to this tiny human plead. I have sinned. I am lost. I do not know where to go, or where to hide, who to go with, or who to hide from. I am very very lost. And I have sinned. It is true that all humans are not perfect, because only gods are perfect, but is my imperfection this strong? My sin is thought, and thought itself comes with desire, hope, and pure evil. The victim is not me, but the person of my thought. I will harm him, through my thoughts. He does not know what wrong he had done, he does not know how he hurt me, he does not know all the consequences, but I do. Because I have predicted it all through my thoughts. But he is not me, how will he understand? I keep changing my mind, my thoughts, and he is but a soldier that follows my ever-changing orders, with no idea of what's going on. I cannot torture him further like this. Neither can I torture myself anymore with my own thoughts. I know this must end. But he still does not know a thing. Because in the end i'm still thinking on my own, forming my own sentence, and he is just the full-stop, that ends it. He has no idea what's written, he just know that it has ended. It will hurt him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I want him to know, I don't need a soldier, I don't need a knight... I need a king, a king that is strong, that is powerful, who will not give me doubts, who will protect me, who will shower me with overflowing care, and concern. I need a king, who will clear away my thoughts, and give me no reason to think, to let me feel comfortable, to let me feel secured... Because I lack a lot of security, and I need it. I need a king, who will invite jesters to entertain me, and make me happy, and fill me up with joy and laughter, not negative thoughts and wild guesses. And let me feel like a kid again, and thus able to awaken my other self. I need a king, that fears nothing and no one, ... a king who will make me feel like a queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my other self back. God, please do not forsaken my other self. You have sealed it shut within my heart's doors, and told me to wait for the person with the key, and I did wait, and he did come, and he did set my other self free, but now he is gone, and my other self has gone back to her slumber. Please awaken her again, god. I plead you. Maybe this soldier isn't the right king, and one day he would realise this, but,  dear god, please send for a rightful prince now...who will eventually turn into a king, because I can feel the other me slowly fading away, silently, and painfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes God, I know. I have sinned greatly, by making the soldier fall for me. We are of two worlds but he has not realised it yet. But he will, one day. And it will hurt. Oh, it is all my fault. I should not have agreed in the first place. Dear old humble and great God, tell me what to do, show me a pathway, and lead me through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am thus ready to recieve my punishment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-622347651729429870?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/622347651729429870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=622347651729429870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/622347651729429870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/622347651729429870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-sin-or-not-to-sin.html' title='To sin or not to sin.'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-3166834528591904941</id><published>2009-04-18T14:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:53:39.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What can I say?</title><content type='html'>What can I say? Life is not getting any better. Oh man, could life get any worse? Today, I'm supposed to go my religion thingy, but i'm not feeling well now, so, not sure whether I should go or not. 'Z' would be there though, that part i'm sure. Hey wait, why am I still calling him 'z'? I already know his real name. Haiz, its becoming a habit already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took quite a lot of quizzes these days, cause I can't be bothered to do anything else. They all say that i'm either those kind of very kind, sweet, caring, heartbrokened girl, or those kind of loyal, strong and smart leader. Cool huh? Now i'm tired of all the games as well. I died terribly in dota yesterday, which was okay, to me. But the thing is, i'm inside a group, and I'll bring the other person down. HAIZ. maybe I should just play all those stupid girly dress-up games that all the girls are playing. I think i'll do better in that. I'm a girl afterall. What's the point of being different from other girls? They just push you away instead because you're different. HAIZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are so close, i could feel it. But i'm still not in the mood to study. ....Since when have I been in the mood to study? Well, last time I did. A long loooooong time ago. Oh, and I just realised today that guys have bad taste in girls. SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the next episode of fighting spiders. The american guy is cool. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'M SOOOOOOOOO BORED. Maybe dying will be much more fun than this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-3166834528591904941?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/3166834528591904941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=3166834528591904941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/3166834528591904941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/3166834528591904941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-can-i-say.html' title='What can I say?'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-2057928075177419217</id><published>2009-04-15T17:18:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T18:10:00.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorrow of both worlds</title><content type='html'>School's tiring me out. Everyday sucks like hell. It's not really bad, more like, bored to the core. Some things make me sad, but the main problem is the boredom. Today the HOD of english came our class to be the relief teacher, and I think its probably because yesterday when our teacher didn't come, he still gave us work, which like 4/5 of the class did not do. Almost everyone passed up a blank foolscap paper. Including me. I was too bored to do anything, and on top of that, the topic of the compo totally sucked. Even though she only taught us for less than a period, it felt like a day. I was staring at my watch all the way. She wanted us to read the paper, but I just stared at it; I was so tired that I couldn't see the words... As in, the paper in front of me felt like a blank piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She taught us the letter writing format, which was totally WRONG. Or well, in a better way, different from what we were suppose to follow. Which confused me. Not only that, when she was talking I couldn't hear a thing. Probably because subconsciously I didn't want to hear, which was true. After a period all she taught was the incorrect format. WTF. Seriously, teachers nowadays have too much free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class is gonna flunk our mid year exam in maths. I'm sure of it. Well, firstly, our maths teacher didn't even finish teaching... AND THE EXAM IS ONLY ABOUT 2 WEEKS AWAY. We are still in chapter 3.2, but the mid-year exam is formatted to up till chapter 4.6 ,or isit 4.9? I forgot. BUT ITS STILL FAR AWAY. No hope man, since she never come for like forever. Is being pregnant that difficult? IDK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School life is totally hated. I can't believe adults say that secondary school life is the best. COME ON, its the worst. ZZZ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of this poem yesterday, a little corrupted, but I'll try to make it better, next time. It has a meaning, obviously. I don't want anyone to like me. More like, I'm not made to be in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Sorrow of Both Worlds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Your world starts here, my world ends there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Your world's created, my world's corrupted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Your world's raining, my world's bleeding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Your world's singing, my world's cursing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Your world's dancing, my world's spinning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Your world's a dream, my world's a nightmare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Your world's a salvation, my world's a cremation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Your world's full of angels, my world's filled with devils.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Your world's breathing, my world's suffocating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Your world's living, my world's dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;My world kills, your world kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;My world lies, your world sighs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;My world decays, your world shines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;My world devours, your world revives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;My world's cruel, your world's kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;My world's a predator, your world's a prey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;If I come your world, we will die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;If you come my world, we will still die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;If we switch worlds, no one will survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Do not love me, because you do not belong at this side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I will not love you, because I do not belong on your side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;By any chance, if our fates entangle us together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Both of our worlds will cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Both of our worlds will die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-2057928075177419217?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/2057928075177419217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=2057928075177419217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/2057928075177419217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/2057928075177419217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/04/sorrow-of-both-worlds.html' title='Sorrow of both worlds'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-5962165478822096915</id><published>2009-04-06T18:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:17:33.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>Let's talk about last Friday, since the other days ain't that interesting. I went to lan shop for the first time that day. I know, I can't believe it either. I was afraid, since I've like never played dota for ages, and I'm going with people that played it so much they could cover their eyes while playing it. Well, it felt like a 2/3 gathering, since everyone there [ our grp] are all from 2/3 last year. Oh, our group consists of more than 5 guys. And only one girl. Me. Yeah, I can't believe it either, I wouldn't have done it last time, but somehow, that day I finally had some guts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I started regretting my decision the moment I met Ernest and friends. " WHY ARE THEY HERE.", was my first response, and " OH SHIT." came next. They wanted a 5vs5, but i'm like what? A total noob. I even forgot how to control for god's sake. What if I pulled down my 2/3 friends? That point of time I felt like crying. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we didn't had the versus thingy, [thank god] and it was actually quite fun, as in, hearing guys scream their heads off is fun. I didn't even make out a single sound but they were screaming and swearing all the way. HAHA, I'm like thinking, " I didn't knew guys could scream so much. They totally lost their cool." hahas, but at least I got to see their other selves. Which was cool. Left 4 dead [game], is actually quite easy. As in, I anyhow play also win. HAHA. lol. Being the tank is the BEST, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In most of the dota games i'm in stress mode, since I'm afraid of dying, and making my team lose because of me, but the last game was incredible. 5 human players VS 5 insane computers. LOL LOL LOL. We got owned obviously, but it was fun. I finally managed to destroy a tower by myself. LOL LOL.  And kit kat was like shouting " Pei zhen don't die! Pei Zhen don't die! COME BACK!!! " Then I was like laughing all the way hahas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heng hang rocks, but so does his brother. When HD's playing, it felt like he was in ONE with the computer, controlling the army like controlling his limbs. Damn pro okay, no joke. For, HH, well, everyone already knows how pro he is. &gt;:D Of course, Ashley, KK, and other people is pro too, well everyone is pro except me.  But I did enjoy myself though.  Eh, 2/3 is pro class hor. LOL LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-5962165478822096915?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/5962165478822096915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=5962165478822096915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/5962165478822096915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/5962165478822096915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-271813789464319209</id><published>2009-04-06T18:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:52:15.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What type of a person are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Go to this page:&lt;/span&gt; http://apps.facebook.com/qwhat-type-of-bdffhg/?start=1&amp;amp;target=home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It is a very interesting quiz indeed. My results were :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 150%; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;5. Observer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: 120%;"&gt;Observers want knowledge and they're introverted, inquisitive, understandable and analytical. It's hard for them to handle their feelings, they rather use their head than their heart. Other people can find them cool, distant, businesslike and non-emotional. Actually they are very sensitive, but it's just difficult to express it. They like to be alone to process their emotions. Observers don't like it when others dominate them.&lt;br /&gt;RELATIONSHIPS: You know you cover yourself from the world and you long for contact. You're afraid to open up. You feel attracted to people who give you space, then you can give and take. You choose friends with the same interests.&lt;br /&gt;FIXATION: stinginess&lt;br /&gt;VICE: greed&lt;br /&gt;VIRTUE: detachment&lt;br /&gt;PROFESSIONS: scientist, investigator, inspector, librarian,  ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-271813789464319209?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/271813789464319209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=271813789464319209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/271813789464319209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/271813789464319209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-type-of-person-are-you.html' title='What type of a person are you?'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-3794023418691582798</id><published>2009-04-01T15:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:51:52.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff.</title><content type='html'>The last aem was amazing. I was actually happy. I had lots of fun in the museum; I wasn't listening to the tour guide at all. Me and Alex were just running about playing with the chopping stuff, looking at weird stuff that other people won't notice except us; like the infra-red lights, posing in front of security cameras, and the automatic door. WOAH. The automatic door was damn scary. The door opened and closed by itself when there was nobody there. The funny thing is that only me and alex noticed, then after the 3rd time of opening and closing, we stepped further away together. Alex and me reminds me of the show [Bananas in Pajamas], with the "Are you thinking what i'm thinking B1?" ; " I think so, B2" LOL. After the whole class went further into the room [away from the door] , Alex and I stayed. We probably thought of the same thing, so we looked at each other and lifted one of our legs towards the door [ to test if it will open], and we were super surprised when we saw that we are doing the same thing. It was damn funny. Normally I would have used my hand, but i've got no idea why I lifted my leg like it was a natural thing to do. When we were like surprisingly looking at each other, the door suddenly opened, we got shocked and ran away together. HAHAHA, we're like mirror images. We could even pass off as twins at that moment. I saw a picture there which looked like Mdm Neo, SERIOUSLY. *sigh* I was right, that girl didn't do the brochure, and in the end who did it? ME. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm back from camp. Campfire was damn funny. Most groups have like those embarrassing dances which requires girl-boy partners. Its funny how mis-matched/matched people were. Our moves were little, so it was ok-ay. The other people from other group were just downright funny. I cried twice, but thats not the point. JL was like shouting " Go Girlfriend!" And I was like mouthing the words, "ARE YOU CRAZY?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By the way, My hat owns yours, beat that. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-3794023418691582798?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/3794023418691582798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=3794023418691582798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/3794023418691582798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/3794023418691582798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/04/stuff.html' title='Stuff.'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-9095098444396051720</id><published>2009-03-27T18:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:52:45.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Aem obviously sucked. I mean. I hate group work. WHY group work out of everything? I think I can score well ALONE. I suck in group work. totally . I just can't get along well if people you see, and its all chaotic and stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I felt hollow today. Out of no reason why. Well, hasn't it been like this for a very long time? I'm tired. Very tired. Even my face unwillingly shows my boredom. Somehow school changed, which is probably a good thing. I've got more things that awaited me , more things I wanna see. No longer the thought of " i wanna go home" , at least, not that badly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I should avoid being alone, well, having any free time. Since, I might feel hollower alone. I never knew. I thought I forgot, but the dream 3 days ago woke me up from my slumber.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I realised i've been sleeping all along.&lt;/span&gt; Nothing has changed. Nothing WILL change. I have no idea. I contradict myself. Yea, nothing I'm saying makes sense at all, they're just random thoughts and unsorted words that my brain may or may not sort out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;I am too shy, too timid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;And I hate that part of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;More than anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-9095098444396051720?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/9095098444396051720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=9095098444396051720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/9095098444396051720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/9095098444396051720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/03/aaem.html' title='Aem'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-5364060886345252046</id><published>2009-03-24T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T17:50:06.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't been uploading for forever, well, like no one will read it anyway. But I'm not good with journals and blogs, I'll always forget to write them. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'll just say life is as boring as ever, with no glimpse of hope and light. Well, let's just say about the new guy everyone's been crazy about. He's got this Eurasian-like face, and has smooth, fair skin, like a fairytale boy. And everyone is crazy over him, everyone, except me. I think he's okay, like a normal guy, and he acts predictably. By mere chance, I got to talk to him for the first time today. And the first line he said was " This is my girlfriend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. Its up to you to guess who he's talking about.. Zanne was funny, as usual. Nur Ain is pervertic, AS usual. Life is predictable, which is obviously boring. Today I received a random message, which was kind of interesting, but ended quickly thereafter. Camp grouping is interesting. I hope it stays that way, so the camp might just turn out to be fun. I hope the night walk there is a one-man show, so that I can walk alone in the midst of the forest floor. Now that is something you don't get to do everyday. I might get to discover something etertaining. I hope. Werewolves would be kind of cool too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, i'm a very fantasy kind of kiddo. And I get bored easily. Thank god we have oral tml, so I don't have to get up early for school. Finally for once, I'm the 2nd person to take the oral, not THE LAST, like every other time. Last is no fun, and last is well, tiring. And plainly stupid. Well, I look forward to the camp. ...Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-5364060886345252046?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/5364060886345252046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=5364060886345252046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/5364060886345252046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/5364060886345252046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/03/again.html' title='Again'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-3923610563414550017</id><published>2009-01-24T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T16:14:18.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fridays</title><content type='html'>im beginning to hate school again, just like i've always used to. Mathematics still suck, but at least the teachers are funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid NUS high school guy. Ignoring me, appearing again, ignoring, appearing, finding me, avoiding me. Are you making fun of me?  Don't look at me like that, I don't even know your name, even though I see you everyday. Why do you have to look at me when you're surrounded by girls? I DON'T CARE. I'm not you, if you don't say, how would I know what you're thinking? ARGH. I'm frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great news is, 4 days without school. I want to gamble my thoughts of you out of my mind. Even if I'm still gonna see you for the next two years, at least I don't have to suffer these 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets change the stupid subject. We had CNY celebration in school on Friday. And it was the funniest so far. I really loved the sweet throwing part.. even though I got a bump on my head because of a sweet. Who would have known sweets actually hurt this much? The guys in front of me were funny. We had an enjoyable time throwing sweets at other people. They even throw oranges, which was SUPER funny. hahas. Unforgetable memories. Upper secondary is indeed better than Lower secondary. I hope every friday is this good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-3923610563414550017?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/3923610563414550017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=3923610563414550017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/3923610563414550017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/3923610563414550017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/01/fridays.html' title='Fridays'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-6313280395985123247</id><published>2009-01-06T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T18:49:10.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>School's great,&lt;br /&gt;                         for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got no idea why she has to scold me for every single thing, every small little mistake. What, your water's not hot is my fault arh? How am I supposed to know that you want your water BOILED? What computer, what I don't want to do? If I didn't wanted to do, I won't even do it and get scolded by you in the first place! I helped you, and all I got was another scolding. Wtf is this.. I hate my mum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-6313280395985123247?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/6313280395985123247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=6313280395985123247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/6313280395985123247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/6313280395985123247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-6650431574919782676</id><published>2008-12-19T14:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T15:07:55.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seal of Satan.</title><content type='html'>It's raining here.&lt;br /&gt;Drip, drop.&lt;br /&gt;Goes the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ignore my pain.&lt;br /&gt;It's harsh,&lt;br /&gt;out here in the rain, alone.&lt;br /&gt;I'm cold.&lt;br /&gt;The tall buildings rip the sky into halves.&lt;br /&gt;Which separates you, from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever light my heart,&lt;br /&gt;whispers are crawling.&lt;br /&gt;To seem as if the future wides,&lt;br /&gt;amidst the darkness, shadows fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paradise has a dark side.&lt;br /&gt;Some, crave for that single glimpse of darkness.&lt;br /&gt;" I've come to bring you home."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-6650431574919782676?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/6650431574919782676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=6650431574919782676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/6650431574919782676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/6650431574919782676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2008/12/seal-of-satan.html' title='Seal of Satan.'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-8410402493177449142</id><published>2008-12-19T13:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T13:43:18.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haunted House ll</title><content type='html'>Back from chalet. Back to update. Back from fever. Back to writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haunted House ll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[wasn't scary, until you're alone.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It wasn't the haunted house that scared me.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't the horror.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't the gore.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't the creatures.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't the monsters.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't the skeletons.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't the screams.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't the creeping music.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't the mechanical movements.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't the shadows lurking.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't the evil aura.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't having to walk all those..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Turning back and realising that no one is there,&lt;br /&gt;Silence. Emptiness. Defenceless.  Pitch darkness.&lt;br /&gt;It felt like it could swallow me whole, and I could never ever get out.&lt;br /&gt;And I might not even notice the fact that I'm sinking. Into a bottomless pit.&lt;br /&gt;Darkness never felt this way before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNTIL YOU'RE ALONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to turn back, but my leg won't budge.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to call for help, but my voice won't reach out.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to fight the fear, but I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to conceal it, but I failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't the haunted house that scared me.&lt;br /&gt;It was the overwhelming darkness.&lt;br /&gt;It was my fear of it, that scared me.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't supposed to be scared, but I did.&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to be brave, but I cried.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I understood darkness,  and that day,&lt;br /&gt;it proved me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-8410402493177449142?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/8410402493177449142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=8410402493177449142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/8410402493177449142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/8410402493177449142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2008/12/haunted-house-ll.html' title='Haunted House ll'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-6039301097851258221</id><published>2008-11-25T14:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T14:09:13.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o.O BIG TEXT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SSuWaaGn2SI/AAAAAAAAACw/3bMCi26ckO4/s1600-h/1001560510036088mu6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SSuWaaGn2SI/AAAAAAAAACw/3bMCi26ckO4/s320/1001560510036088mu6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272473169195161890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hahas good news, i've got over 110 people doing my quiz! wooooow~ maybe I can become famous or something o.O .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;The hard part was the results. Because the anime doesn't really say much about the characters other than their "surface self". Through this quiz I realised their deeper selves. And that Light isn't really that bad after all. I mean, if I had a death note, I'll probably do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;Near was much kinder than L, because he didn't wanted to sacrifice anyone. No one really realizes that L is actually quite dramatic and deep down inside, he doesn't really want to be alone. He died because he wanted to believe in Light; because he wanted a friend. And Misa and Mello wasn't as bad as I thought. Mello DID helped Near after all... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt; So yeah, After thinking [ a lot ], I kinda noticed stuff that I've never really seen before.. Anyway, I hoped you guys enjoyed it, as I enjoyed doing it too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt; Hmm, maybe I should do " which hunterXhunter character are you?" next. Suggest some ideas to me, okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: my 2nd part of Stairway conversations will be continued at around this thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lol big text are fun XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-6039301097851258221?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/6039301097851258221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=6039301097851258221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/6039301097851258221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/6039301097851258221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2008/11/oo-big-text.html' title='o.O BIG TEXT'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SSuWaaGn2SI/AAAAAAAAACw/3bMCi26ckO4/s72-c/1001560510036088mu6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-3737327023236730964</id><published>2008-11-18T15:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:04:22.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story I've created</title><content type='html'>i've created a story; at least part of it. It's here : http://www.quizilla.com/stories/8279487/stairway-conversations&lt;br /&gt;Well, its the first ever online story i've created. So please tell me what you think. I've also got poems and stuff there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh yah, visit my avatar too. its a very cute and interesting game XD : http://www.crunchyroll.com/crunchyland/create_avatar?referral_id=160404&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-3737327023236730964?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/3737327023236730964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=3737327023236730964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/3737327023236730964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/3737327023236730964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2008/11/story-ive-created.html' title='Story I&apos;ve created'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-3690290493210301622</id><published>2008-11-17T21:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T21:34:18.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowing  [ poem ]</title><content type='html'>I always wanted to know&lt;br /&gt;How it would be like if I weren't here&lt;br /&gt;or rather how it would be like&lt;br /&gt;to see myself though other people's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or to dream about you in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;wishing that you'll stay there forever&lt;br /&gt;but to wake up and notice&lt;br /&gt;that dreams are nothing but opposites of reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe just reading about Shakespeare's poetry&lt;br /&gt;and thinking about his question, " To be or not to be? "&lt;br /&gt;and whether or not it is really a question&lt;br /&gt;when it could actually be an answer to one of earth's mysteries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I really wanted to know&lt;br /&gt;is the reason of my living&lt;br /&gt;and my purpose in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly for me&lt;br /&gt;Those are the questions that will never get any answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Pei Zhen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-3690290493210301622?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/3690290493210301622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=3690290493210301622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/3690290493210301622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/3690290493210301622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2008/11/knowing-poem.html' title='Knowing  [ poem ]'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-7341735613953637854</id><published>2008-10-24T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T22:55:26.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;I've finally caught up to his shadow.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike previously, this time, i'm not letting go.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not giving him the chance to escape, and for me to run away.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to run away anymore. Some things need to be said, before its all to late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-7341735613953637854?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/7341735613953637854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=7341735613953637854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/7341735613953637854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/7341735613953637854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-8562526113904746790</id><published>2008-10-23T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T19:33:30.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just what's family?</title><content type='html'>If we were strangers, then it'll be okay. i'll forgive you. But we're family. And because of that, i expected more, and for you to notice. Also for you to realise, you don't know anything about me. But, who would have thought, i even need to use fake smiles at home. My feelings, can't they reach you? You only thought about how you felt...&lt;br /&gt;what about me?&lt;br /&gt;the worse. the worse kind of human in this world. All adults are the same.&lt;br /&gt;All i've ever wanted, was for you to say "welcome back", when i come home, and for me to answer,&lt;br /&gt;" i'm back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, is it too much to ask?&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough. No more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-8562526113904746790?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/8562526113904746790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=8562526113904746790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/8562526113904746790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/8562526113904746790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-whats-family.html' title='Just what&apos;s family?'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-8038594900350119831</id><published>2008-10-15T15:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T16:14:45.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RESULTS</title><content type='html'>well, all I can say about my results is... PHEW.&lt;br /&gt;And GOD LOVES ME. LOL. Well, the highest score in mathematics came from our class, with the awesome score of 99/100 =.= LOL. He actually got full marks for paper one. Even teachers thought it was crazy and checked his paper many many times... For me, THANK GOD I scored 51. LOL YAY I PASSED. Like it wasn't my fault, cause many people failed too.. In fact, I actually improved my maths! I scored the hell lot better than other people who could have easily beaten me. I'm somehow proud of myself. Yeh, I'm easily satisfied XDD.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I totally flunked my bio; by an incredible score of 6.5/30. Well, nothing much to explain about, but lucky me, my science gt 67/100 because I scored first in the phy+chem paper.&lt;br /&gt;I repeat. I SCORED FIRST. YAYYYYYYY. XDDD It was kinda surprising actually. Since I didn't study for anything at all and got 60.5/70. Yup, god loves me XD.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my geography scored okay, which is around 60+. The typical okay score. Nah, It didn't mattered anyway. I got 85 for my art, which isn't really surprising, but I was happy that i've beaten an arrogrant girl and scored over 80. I didn't wanted to be the first, so somehow, I got one mark lower than the first one XD. Lucky me, or my art will turn into a display picture in art room, which will get thrown away years later. WAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can't wait to get my literature and english back. Chinese and history is slightly frightening but the worse had already been over [math].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AHH.. good times XDDD~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-8038594900350119831?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/8038594900350119831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=8038594900350119831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/8038594900350119831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/8038594900350119831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2008/10/results.html' title='RESULTS'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-7307842143489736837</id><published>2008-10-13T17:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T17:31:56.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lousy Phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SPMSuAY22JI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fIHc7n7wYwQ/s1600-h/Anime417.jpg"&gt;Okay, so this are the long-awaited photos. A few seconds earlier my phone FINALLY managed to connect, but after a while when I came back to check, the phone auto shut down =.= . I've got no idea what happened but luckily, the photos I needed was downloaded earlier. SO yeah, here it is, fellow aliens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, should I say enjoy? o.O&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SPMSuAY22JI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fIHc7n7wYwQ/s1600-h/Anime417.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, enjoy. LOL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SPMVIEIJlkI/AAAAAAAAACo/MDpuXSTVos0/s1600-h/Anime417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SPMVIEIJlkI/AAAAAAAAACo/MDpuXSTVos0/s320/Anime417.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256568418362562114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you think it looks huge when it's made up of paper like this, imagine what it would be like if it were to be real o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SPMSufgQ4bI/AAAAAAAAACI/_YDj1Q-uZg4/s1600-h/Anime415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SPMSufgQ4bI/AAAAAAAAACI/_YDj1Q-uZg4/s320/Anime415.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256565780011606450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SPMSuXP2VNI/AAAAAAAAACA/r65sTDVSLGo/s1600-h/Anime418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SPMSuXP2VNI/AAAAAAAAACA/r65sTDVSLGo/s320/Anime418.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256565777795273938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SPMSulFYqvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PGrUUPFsvqM/s1600-h/Anime416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SPMSulFYqvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PGrUUPFsvqM/s320/Anime416.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256565781509483250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WOO MONEY... [ they're paper, mind you]  $____$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SPMSutOdM9I/AAAAAAAAACY/tPjijvKNKJI/s1600-h/Anime419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SPMSutOdM9I/AAAAAAAAACY/tPjijvKNKJI/s320/Anime419.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256565783695012818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least the fire burning.... I know it looks small on photo, but when you're really there, I bet you've never seen a fire as huge as this, IN YOUR WHOLE LIFETIME.&lt;br /&gt; [actually, if you're there then.. you would have seen it i guess -.-]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-7307842143489736837?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/7307842143489736837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=7307842143489736837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/7307842143489736837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/7307842143489736837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2008/10/lousy-phone.html' title='Lousy Phone'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SPMVIEIJlkI/AAAAAAAAACo/MDpuXSTVos0/s72-c/Anime417.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-5667251215722137240</id><published>2008-10-10T21:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T21:58:41.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dull BLOG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SO9bV0JEnnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jjNuV6Ew7-w/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;Since my blog seems really old and dull, i'm gonna lighten it up by using my bab&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SO9bV0JEnnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jjNuV6Ew7-w/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;y photos, since the recent ones are stuck in my phone, and my phone just refuses to connect to &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SO9bV0JEnnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jjNuV6Ew7-w/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;the computer T_T. Where did I get my photos from? Well there was a music project that required some of our baby photos.. So lets don't waste it XD.&lt;/a&gt; Notice how my sister tortures me. By the way in most of the photos, I'm the baby, or at least , the smaller of the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SO9bV0JEnnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jjNuV6Ew7-w/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SO9bV0JEnnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jjNuV6Ew7-w/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;Presenting, the first photos ever on this blog :&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SO9ceIHlTFI/AAAAAAAAABw/Vf4GSuAejFc/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SO9ceIHlTFI/AAAAAAAAABw/Vf4GSuAejFc/s320/Picture+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255520962809777234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SO9cdpIc4QI/AAAAAAAAABY/pCM6hr0Jxug/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SO9cdpIc4QI/AAAAAAAAABY/pCM6hr0Jxug/s320/Picture+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255520954491920642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SO9cd6TyPiI/AAAAAAAAABg/w0KnXes7g4w/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SO9cd6TyPiI/AAAAAAAAABg/w0KnXes7g4w/s320/Picture+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255520959102860834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SO9ceAM_YKI/AAAAAAAAABo/TeKUtGGJpsg/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SO9ceAM_YKI/AAAAAAAAABo/TeKUtGGJpsg/s320/Picture+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255520960684974242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SO9bV0JEnnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jjNuV6Ew7-w/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SO9bV0JEnnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jjNuV6Ew7-w/s320/Picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255519720496733810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pardon me, they are in blur and small state. Please squint your eyes and enjoy XD. By the way that's my father on the picture below, and my mother feeding me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SO9bV8U2ATI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E7nGu3hTxO4/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SO9bV8U2ATI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E7nGu3hTxO4/s320/Picture+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255519722693591346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I was trying to act ghostly on the photos on top. The photo of me below is showing how big of a contrast there is between a 4-5year old, and a cannon. A.k.a 15-inch guns used by the british to protect singapore. [ i've got my history facts all memorised XD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SO9bWbxRAEI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TcUnLGVesto/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SO9bWbxRAEI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TcUnLGVesto/s320/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255519731134300226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SO9bWpoRPpI/AAAAAAAAABA/svJAdr86lsQ/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SO9bWpoRPpI/AAAAAAAAABA/svJAdr86lsQ/s320/Picture+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255519734854663826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SO9cdoTD5jI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qL5wwk5FNn0/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SO9cdoTD5jI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qL5wwk5FNn0/s320/Picture+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255520954267985458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall we continue? Yup, I WAS a hyper-active once. Please do not doubt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SO9bWqiAbdI/AAAAAAAAABI/5mYVvc04CgM/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SO9bWqiAbdI/AAAAAAAAABI/5mYVvc04CgM/s320/Picture+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255519735096831442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AHH.. the sandcastle days. I'm cool aren't I? Well, I mean compared to my sister &gt;.&gt; Hope she never ever sees this. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-5667251215722137240?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/5667251215722137240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=5667251215722137240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/5667251215722137240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/5667251215722137240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2008/10/dull-blog.html' title='Dull BLOG'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SO9ceIHlTFI/AAAAAAAAABw/Vf4GSuAejFc/s72-c/Picture+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-2739894653385629545</id><published>2008-10-10T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T21:03:13.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painted Skin</title><content type='html'>I went to the cinema's today, after the last exam of the year !!! CHEERS! Although there's still the art test, but at least, I can relax. Well, exam for my classmates are : stress + pressure = exams = graduation. For me its : Slacking + the fun of watching other people's stress + the pressuring atmosphere of the examination hall [ which I enjoy] = exams = HOLIDAYS&lt;br /&gt;LOL. yup. I'm the perfect slacker in the universe!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's not the point here. I went to the cinema with my mum, sis, and sis's bf. We watched " painted skin" , the new demon show, which is like... pretty stupid. 'cause there isn't really a plot, but it's still quite good. Go watch it bahs. ANYWAYS. That's not the point either. The point is..&lt;br /&gt;I SAW A GUY THAT LOOKED LIKE Z!!!! lol. I bet you don't know who Z is. ~.~ Well, since I haven't mentioned about it. Anyway, Gladys will know, right, Gladys? lol youtiao number 2. That guy's back image is around 87% of similarity when compared with Z. He [ that guy] , even wore a dark blue shirt, which Z has as well! Even their height is similar. When I first saw him, I thought he was Z , and I was like OMG. hahas. He's eyes and facial features are quite similar with Z as well..&lt;br /&gt;But his teeth is kinda big, not small and neat like Z's hahas. I've got a major crush on him. Did I mention I think I'm beginning to like guys younger than me? that is, I think. I'm not sure since I still think some guys older than me are cool. Well, I've always liked guys that are older then me by one year. Which is 15, for this year. Well, I still like them now but recently, this year, I'm beginning to like 14 year old's, which is my age. Then there has been one occasion of me liking a 13 year old, well, I just think he's cool, not really a crush or smth. Then.... *sigh* do I really need to continue? Anyway I miss Z, BIG TIME. [ which means a lot, just in case you don't understand] haiz, I hope he'll go tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-2739894653385629545?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/2739894653385629545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=2739894653385629545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/2739894653385629545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/2739894653385629545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2008/10/painted-skin.html' title='Painted Skin'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-5432607220312795200</id><published>2008-10-08T14:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T14:44:22.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SORRY.</title><content type='html'>yup. Didn't update for quite long.Cannot blame me arhs.. My mum took my whole computer away. As in, she just took the screen =.= because we quarrel, AND obviously she'll win. Yup, today's maths paper one was SUPER difficult. 6 questions incomplete... OUT of eleven questions. DIE LIAO. I'm so gonna fail this. Hope paper two on friday easier bahs.. But science was kinda easy. Except bio, which I didn't study [ i didn't study anything actually.. ] and 10 marks flew right infront of my eyes. WAHAHA. When I told my classmate behind me, she was like " SERIOUS? PEIZHEN, WHY ARE YOU SO HAPPY THAT U LOST 10 MARKS?" then i was like smiling, " i've got no idea. HAHAHA." lol btw this is my sis's laptop, so cannot use very long. Cya aliens who read this earthling article. [ well I know its just gladys reading this LOL]&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-5432607220312795200?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/5432607220312795200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=5432607220312795200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/5432607220312795200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/5432607220312795200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2008/10/sorry.html' title='SORRY.'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-3282064532584173018</id><published>2008-10-02T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T19:12:08.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppets does not shed tears.</title><content type='html'>Shameful. What have I done again? Nothing! But why, why do I have to be their topic of chat? Laughing so loudly doing class, like I didn't existed ; calling my name out so loudly to make sure I heard it. What have I done again? I DID NOTHING WRONG! I didn't even talk to them at all! In case they didn't know, I'm not that dumb not to have noticed those signs! I know they hate me, and I hate them too, but I always try my best not to do anything that might offend them. And I help them a lot! But why do they have to use me as a topic of joke? Laugh and then look at me, then laugh again. Do you guys even have a conscious? Won't you get guilty? How would you feel if I treated the same way to you? WTF. I hereby announce I seriously hate the stupid gang especially SILI THE GANG HEAD [ SLUTTEST of them all ] , MABEL [ 2nd SLUTTEST] , OLIVIA [ THE BIG MEANIE WITH NO HEART] and SITI NUR AFINI [ THE ONE WHO GIVE ME ALL THE FREAKING LOOKS].&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it enough already? What made me even more angry is that NUR AIN, she laughed with them.. more like, i've given up already, on the thought of having friends. I don't care if anyone of them sees this. They can spread to the whole wide world but I just don't freaking care. Come on, OPEN YOUR EYES WIDE, AND SEE HOW MUCH I ACTUALLY HATE YOU GUYS DESPITE MY SMILES IN FRONT OF YOU. Damn you bitchy sluts. I NEVER used bitch, or slut, to anyone except you guys, Thats because you're really one. This is one battle I would hate to lose, so I would not cry. I'll bite my lips through this freaking 4 years [ hopefully just the end of this yr].&lt;br /&gt;WHO NEEDS FRIENDS. ESPECIALLY GOOD FRIENDS LIKE YOU GUYS. I'M NOT WORTHY ENOUGH. [ since im not a bitch]. Talking about them, I've got a piece of goody news. Sili, has got a freakin huge army of PIMPLES invading her. I know it's bad to laugh at ppl's misfortunes, but this, I just can't stop wanting to laugh. The army made her originally disgusting face, even more disgusting. woots, i've totally scored on this one. I hate mabel. Especially her eyes when she laughed at me today. I wonder why guys go craving over her. She's not even pretty, and has an eye that is like , if she doesn't wear specs it'll be cock-eyed. LOL. She's a flirt, and her only "friends" are from [ apart frm the sch grp] maple, since she's really too ugly to make real friends. Her personality isn't like the best you would want in a friend. And she's like so fake, especially infront of GUYS. Omg, I wanna puke. And the way she acts cute by sticking her butt out.... arhh, horrible, the way she comes to school everyday saying " eh I met another new guy [frm maple , in rl life] today." One of her "admirers" even told me he likes her because she was NIIICEEE.&lt;br /&gt;Hello? NICE? She's got evil intentions written all over her sickening face, for godness sake. How can she be nice? She's just purely desperate. [ahh, with her cam toy just infront of me, my inner devil yearns so much to see it get destroyed. It's ugly anyway, putting it there is like having a thorn in your eye.] Oh, and Mabel cropped my picture away from "OUR" group photo. How NICE EHHH. I'm never part of their grp anyway, I just somehow got involved, not like I wanted to. Even if they beg me, I'll never ever join. Oh, and mabel purposely put the photo as her hp's background image, SO I'LL SEE. Thats for being so considerate, goody-two-shoes, I've got a super perfect view of it. Funny how my indifferent heart still hurts when I mentioned it.&lt;br /&gt;Never had I known that someday i'll be a topic for joke, or rather, for THEIR joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, know you know i'm no ANGEL, no DEVIL either. But i'm not a white devil, And i'm proud being a certified black angel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-3282064532584173018?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/3282064532584173018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=3282064532584173018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/3282064532584173018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/3282064532584173018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2008/10/puppets-does-not-shed-tears.html' title='Puppets does not shed tears.'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-5394180978814953092</id><published>2008-09-30T19:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T19:17:56.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Star signs</title><content type='html'>I think star signs are cool. Though mine says I'm flirtatious. Which means like i'm a flirt or something. I read interesting stuff about my sign just now.. Here it is, if you're interested or you are a gemini.&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Gemini is a Mutable Air sign,          ruled by Mercury.  As the third sign in the zodiac,  Gemini                    is an energetic, charismatic, communicative, witty individual           with a child-like fascination with the world and with new experiences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The Gemini personality stands out          as the zodiac sign that knows something  about just about          everything, making them good conversationalists and interesting          acquaintances.  They are inquisitive and quick to digest new          information and ideas.  Intelligent and logical, but with a lot of          nervous energy, Gemini likes to keep busy and expand their horizons          whenever opportunities arise, often multitasking between several          interests.  However, as the sign of the Twins, there is a dual          aspect  to the Gemini personality, making it difficult for these          individuals to stick with any one thing in order to master it, and often          making it difficult for bystanders to figure out which side their Gemini          friend is really on.   Gemini has more than one personality,          which can change in a flash, and those near to them would do well to          learn them both.   On and off, up and down, back and forth,          black and white, day and night, ying and yang - this is the essence of the Gemini personality.  &lt;/span&gt;[ this is very true ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;These kids can be sweet, cooperative little          angles one moment and infuriating monsters the next.  Gemini          children are very verbal and soak information in like sponges.           They therefore tend to master the art of communication quite early,          often displaying knowledge beyond their years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The Gemini child will not          particularly like the rigors of school, but it is likely that he will          know to turn on the charm to bluff his way through parts of it.            Though he has the intellect to excel in school, it's just not in little          Gemini to follow things through to completion, so he will rarely be at          the top of his class. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[like, this is SUPER true.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; Gemini kids seem to have a conflict between          emotions and intellect, and this can manifest in a variety of ways,          often in strange eating habits.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[WAHAHA FOOD...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; Because of his superior          communication skills and innate charm, Gemini usually does well at work,          with others often seeking them out for advice and new ideas.           Conversely, the Gemini worker will not hesitate to seek others out for          advice and ideas, always striving to stay on top of the information          chain.  When interested, Gemini can accomplish more in a day than          other signs can accomplish in a week.  When disinterested, however,          the Gemini worker will procrastinate and eventually move on to more          interesting pursuits.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;         These same traits will also cause the Gemini to tend toward gossip, so          if you want to hear the dirt on others, seek out your Gemini co-worker. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[ LOL, ASK ME, ASK ME! ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; Gemini can function well in almost any job capacity that he finds          interesting, especially those that require lots of communication and          interaction with others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOO.. LOVE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;If you have found a romantic          partner in a Gemini, you have a young at heart lover who wants to try          new things and is always looking for a new adventure.  The Gemini          partner will need a quick wit, and the capacity to change directions on          a moment's notice.  Gemini will frequently test their partners for          loyalty and commitment, so try to keep jealousy and anger at bay,          because although the challenge at hand may look like it is external, it          is often a situation generated by Gemini himself as a test of your          commitment.  Additionally, while Gemini is often animated and fun,           within a short time this can change to brooding and isolative, so          learning when to back off completely is important in this relationship.           If Gemini becomes bored within the relationship, he will almost          certainly move on, often with no concept of the devastation he is          causing, so keeping it fresh and alive over the long term is crucial to          holding on to  a romantic relationship with a Gemini.           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What's your sign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The best matches for Gemini for          sure are Gemini, Libra, and Aquarius, but Aries, Cancer, Taurus, and Leo          might also work for some individuals.    It will likely          be tough going for Virgo and Pisces, which are the least compatible with          Gemini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Gemini in any relationship is          smart, witty, fast, and fun.  They are the life of the party and          have a lot of acquaintances. They seek out others who are smart and          adventuresome, and will become quickly bored with those who are          homebodies or content with the status quo.   Gemini wants to          see the world, experience everything, and literally "learn something new          every day."  He will be a fun and fascinating companion, but some          may see him as superficial and "two faced" because his goal is to charm          everyone all of the time.  On good days, he will be charming and          gracious, but on bad days he can be moody and even cruel.           Remember, with Gemini, the by-word is "changeable," so learn to expect anything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cool huh.. tag me your sign.. I'll give you all the details you need XDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-5394180978814953092?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/5394180978814953092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=5394180978814953092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/5394180978814953092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/5394180978814953092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2008/09/star-signs.html' title='Star signs'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-6154454668999716712</id><published>2008-09-30T15:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T15:20:16.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOLLOWED</title><content type='html'>I got followed today. For people who have not been followed before... lets just say.. its awful. This weird guy got off the same stop [ MRT] as me. He was looking at me the whole time and from his looks, he's probably mental. I was a bit frightened by him so I walked very fast [ I'm a fast walker] so fast that its almost like running. I told myself to calm down , telling myself that i'm just sensitive. He might not be following me. But when I stopped at the traffic junction [ My leg muscles are hurting due to my abnormal walking speed] , I saw him again. Right beside me. " OMG. NO WAY. THERE IS NO WAY A NORMAL PERSON WOULD WALK THIS FAST!"&lt;br /&gt;[ I mean, they dont even have a reason to walk fast.] The only thing I can think was OH CRAP. THIS IS BAD. SERIOUSLY BAD. i'm scared. And I walked super fast again. This time, I ran a few times too. The whole time I was freaking scared. I'm still shivering now. This panic, is really insane. I'm so scared. I didn't know what to do. I'm holding my tears back. I remembered there were once, when i got followed in primary three. The whole incident is seriously scary. WHY DO THESE THINGS ALWAYS HAPPEN TO ME? OH MY GOD I WANNA CRY. this is insane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-6154454668999716712?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/6154454668999716712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=6154454668999716712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/6154454668999716712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/6154454668999716712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2008/09/followed.html' title='FOLLOWED'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-5877521887875669593</id><published>2008-09-29T18:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T19:17:39.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd post</title><content type='html'>Yup, this is the second post. [ TA-DAA!] Aren't you excited? Well, i'm not exactly. You could say i'm too pissed off to write about myself, or anyone that matter. I can only say this: "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ADULTS ARE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE WORSE KIND IN HUMANS. ESPECIALLY MY UNCLE&lt;/span&gt;. " that stupid guy scolded me twice, not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;once&lt;/span&gt;,but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWICE&lt;/span&gt;!! due to misunderstanding. THAT, I can understand. BUT he scolded me AGAIN after my mother told him off that i'm being framed. He wasn't happy so he vented his anger on ME again. Don't ask me how this started but i'm utterly pissed. He even told his son that it's his [ the son's] fault, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHICH&lt;/span&gt; in this case, has nothing to do with the son. Damn that father. I hope his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;remaining&lt;/span&gt; hair drops off. Adults are always like this, they always force us to apologise, even when we are not at fault. And when they are at fault, they just " &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;si dou bu chen ren&lt;/span&gt;" [ dont wanna admit no matter what] and won't even say sorry, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; blame it at others. Damn it. GAMMIT!! B'cause I was too angry yesterday, I cried. WHY DO I HAVE TO CRY WHEN IM ANGRY? I have no idea. After crying I feel even angrier, cause its so noob to cry [ make me feel so weak] . And everyone looks at me. Anyway, i wanted to post pictures, but the connection isn't working..next time bah.. so tired right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-5877521887875669593?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/5877521887875669593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=5877521887875669593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/5877521887875669593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/5877521887875669593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2008/09/2nd-post.html' title='2nd post'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247390079512459191.post-2700604435838687149</id><published>2008-09-27T20:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T15:54:02.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monks Are Clowns</title><content type='html'>Very thanks to Gladys, for helping me to do this blog. This is like one of the many blogs I have. Hopefully I'll "take care" of it [ as what kitchen boy says ], and keep it updated. Most likely I'll stop at some point of time, and spam posts a few days later. So bear with me, whoever is gonna read this, that is.&lt;br /&gt;Yah yah yah... I know i'm supposed to do introductions and stuff, but NO. I'm gonna do it later. Some things cannot be waited. TODAY, was terrible. [ only word I can think of right now.] I just realised I have to go do some "gong tek" thing, for my father, my grandparents and some ancient people in my family tree that I do not know of. They say its to get them in peace [ my view : get them rich ], and they even bought this paper-made huge house, with dolls as servants, for the dead people. And how much did it cost all together? More than 20k.&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking. "SIAO", "OMFG". Don't worry, you're not the only one. When me and my sis heard of this, I was like " L.O.L" and my sis was, " Pei Zhen, can you help me close my mouth? " [ yea, her mouth was wide open with amazement]&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm not really angry about the fact that I have to stay there like FOREVER and do LAME stuff like FOLDING the fake paper money [ did I mention there were like hundreds of boxes filled with paper money? If these really reach to my ancestors, they will be like filty RICH.] okay. Maybe I AM a little angry about it. But the most frustrating thing was...&lt;br /&gt;I CANT GO QING SHAO NIAN ON SUNDAY!!!!! Cause like the whole thing lasts for 2 WHOLE days. And this wk's qsn is special, its Group A and Group B COMBINED! Damn it. I feel like crying. I wanted to go soooooooooo badly...&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to quarrel with my best buddy [ Tony,12 ]. He is so cute, and like, it's actually fun to quarrel with him. We would compete in eating, drink lots of water when it comes to spicy food, and laugh at each other. I wanted to tell him to come my school next year, and to tell him to do his best in this PSLE. Beat his stupid cousin. Show him who's boss, and stuff... NOOOOO... Why can't I go? Its like they should have done this ' waste of a time' thing 3 years ago! My father like already died for 6 years, and they're doing it now? Why now? Why NOW?&lt;br /&gt;And I heard that those paper stuff are burnt to hell. HELLO? HELL?? My father's a 'tang zhu' , he has no need for these kinda stuff [ not to mention the house looks like a brothel * touch wood*]... now it means, if my father has to go to that 20k house, he has to descend from HEAVEN, AND GO TO HELL.  How freaking stupid is that? Plus like most of my ancestors are most likely already reincarnated or something. Anyway, I have to do all these silly stuff and skip qsn tomorrow... T_____T&lt;br /&gt;Worse of all, tomorrow starts at 8am, which means I  have to wake up at 7. And the whole draggy thing ends at 12+ am. [ yes, yes. Its MONDAY. ] After reaching home still need to do some weird prayer, which end at 1am++. Then I need to bathe, which ends at 2-3am. WHICH MEANS.....&lt;br /&gt;I ONLY HAVE AROUND AT MOST 3 HOURS TO SLEEP! Damn it. GAMMIT. [ its my slang ] Since I have to wake up early, i'll have to end here. Cya, and if you can read up to here, I give you a pat on your back, since no one really reads my blog anyway. And it is SUPER LONG for a post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247390079512459191-2700604435838687149?l=unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/feeds/2700604435838687149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247390079512459191&amp;postID=2700604435838687149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/2700604435838687149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247390079512459191/posts/default/2700604435838687149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwound-puppeteers.blogspot.com/2008/09/zzz-d.html' title='Monks Are Clowns'/><author><name>Lavernce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01920444263804718943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wrpJvtDhKw/SN5Gp273G1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RtKt9ErdGq4/S220/a+weird+case+of+flower+admiring.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
