<?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-27850434</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:38:34.156+08:00</updated><category term='performance day'/><category term='PROMISES.'/><category term='an interesting day'/><category term='a shitty day'/><category term='a typical boring day'/><category term='a strange day'/><category term='reflections on some random stuff'/><title type='text'>eRiNa's mem0ries</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>385</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-3720744272986742362</id><published>2007-10-02T20:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T20:11:52.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://freedomlove.blogdrive.com/"&gt;http://freedomlove.blogdrive.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RELINK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-3720744272986742362?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/3720744272986742362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=3720744272986742362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/3720744272986742362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/3720744272986742362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/10/httpfreedomlove.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-1052790391520869347</id><published>2007-10-01T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T21:01:11.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I seriously wonder what's so fun kissing outside my dorrstep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 3rd time I saw this same couple making out right outside my house, including right this moment. And guess what? Their kiss lasts for more than 1/2 hr. Though it's dark, there is no need for the Public Display of Affection right outside my house right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I thought I saw a guy outside holding a broom. It turns out she was not a broom, and the guy was hugging her outside. Oh gosh. I told my mom and she was the one who told me the answer -.-. Like wth? Can they at least go to a more decent place. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERINA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-1052790391520869347?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/1052790391520869347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=1052790391520869347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/1052790391520869347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/1052790391520869347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-seriously-wonder-whats-so-fun-kissing.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-8716643592686843674</id><published>2007-10-01T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T18:26:17.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I CANT BELIEVE I SCREWED CHEM &amp;amp; PHYSICS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL, GIVE ME MORE MOTIVIATION FOR BIO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-8716643592686843674?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/8716643592686843674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=8716643592686843674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/8716643592686843674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/8716643592686843674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-cant-believe-i-screwed-chem-physics.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-2501584801878655752</id><published>2007-09-30T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T20:49:08.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM PISSED. VERY.&lt;br /&gt;AS IN, I DONT GET WHAT'S THE POINT OF ME NOT MUGGING. WHY CANT I JUST FAIL? I WANT TO FAIL CHEM/PHYSICS TMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY LIFE IS SIMPLY NOT GOING ANYWHERE. MY MIND IS BLANK. MAYBE TONIGHT I'LL REVISE, BUT THAT'S THAT. I TOLD MY MOM TO BUY ME TEA, SHE BOUGHT ME ONE WHOLE PACKET OF TEA. GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALISE THAT I CANT FAIL. BECAUSE EVERYONE EXPECTS ME TO PASS, NOT TOP, BUT PASS. AND I'LL BE LETTING EVERYONE DOWN IF I FAIL, BUT ISNT FAILING THE MOTHER OF ALL SUCCESS. OH GOSH WHAT CRAP IS THIS. I NEED TO FAIL. I WANT TO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TMR IS CHILDRENS DAY. HAPPY CHILDRENS DAY TO EVERYONE. I BELIEVE THAT EVERYONE IS A CHILD IN THEIR HEARTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-2501584801878655752?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/2501584801878655752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=2501584801878655752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/2501584801878655752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/2501584801878655752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-2015999350526436965</id><published>2007-09-28T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T21:20:01.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling so much better today.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Sharon, Megan, Christine, Martha, Yorkie, Joanna, Jolyne, Marie, Joey, Debbie, Cabby, Sinbing, Jerlyn, Tessa, Mel and whoever like cheered me up when I was down, who told be not to give up. Well, I appreciate if no one publise this or whatever. Haha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why. Today was one of those better days. Adrian didnt come, wore track pants under pinafore, new trend! YEAH. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo &amp;amp; Juilet. The new "trend" in ELIT. LIKE WHATEVER. See X's face today? The Romeo&amp;amp;Juilet kiss today, she was with a wide grin. Obviously she wanted to excite herself and wanted to try to experience a kiss that she never got the chance to experience before. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macs with Megan, Sharon, Joanna, Martha, Christine, Yorkie. Taught Sharon a little about physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-2015999350526436965?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/2015999350526436965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=2015999350526436965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/2015999350526436965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/2015999350526436965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-feeling-so-much-better-today.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-4987685108749119198</id><published>2007-09-27T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T21:42:33.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess I'll continue posting.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I really want to. It became my daily routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the forgiveness and such. I'm real tired today. Really tired. And I dont really know if I can keep my stamina up. I dont think I can. Projects and tests and such are just piling too much on me. I can just faint right now. I choose not to. I can survive this period of time, I will at least. Btw, it has nothing to do with my sleeping habits okay? I know myself. I know. You are not to tell me what I should do, I understand myself more than you do, so I would appreciate it if you just butt out of this, because I know how to manage my time. This is real polite already okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math sucked. This was what I did to vent my anger:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I threw my wallet repeatedly onto the board, with all my strength ever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I ripped down the noticeboard, and put it back up (sorry guys)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I threw Xinhoon's chair down (sorry Xinhoon)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I screamed my ear-piercing scream.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I sang You are the music in me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I felt so much better. SEA poster rocks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ERINA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-4987685108749119198?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/4987685108749119198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=4987685108749119198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/4987685108749119198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/4987685108749119198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-guess-ill-continue-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-372434099036416126</id><published>2007-09-26T16:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T17:44:54.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shall I leave this thing as it is?&lt;br /&gt;What was I supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to be feeling now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do, with this matter and this blog. This blog holds too much memories of the past. Shall I make this blog private, shall I not post anymore, shall I leave this blog and create a new one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall leave this here for the time being. Only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-edited-&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry to those I've hurt during this period of time. My life is screwed. I need time to calm down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-372434099036416126?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/372434099036416126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=372434099036416126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/372434099036416126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/372434099036416126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/09/shall-i-leave-this-thing-as-it-is-what.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-9186505738988910728</id><published>2007-09-25T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T19:41:22.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry all for that previous post. I am sorry for being vulgar and stuff, but it was in a moment of pure anger which I couldnt control. I'm really, truthfully sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that there are actually people who care about me, and there are people who are close to me who are fake. I'm not accusing anyone at this point of time. It had always been like that, and I was super dumb to trust the person, thinking she's my real friend. If you dont like me, tell it straight to my face, why are you such a faker man? I wont do anything, seriously. It's not like I will punch you or anything, I would simply thank you and walk away. Is that such a hard thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the people/person(which I know there are already 4 as obviously, I dont trust people that easily and who actually told me straight to my face and dont bitch about me [which only then i call a true friend]) who care about me, I really thank you. You have been the one, pushing me to greater heights, and you were always there to cheer me on, to encourage me when I'm down, to try and adivise me to become a better person. Thanks for being such a great, understanding friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dear readers, thanks for faithfully keeping in touch with this blog, making it alive. Thanks so much for the comments which you gave and advice you gave me on the board :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dear sixzerotwos, I love you guys, you know I do. And I'm real happy that I was in the same class as you guys. Jiayous for your EOYS and stuff as I know you guys are feeling stressed over them. I love you 6o2, it's part of my memory that will never be forgotten, even if I may die and my memory is lost, I would still remember you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Jerlyn, you dont really fall under any of these catergories. With that, it's just real unfortuante not to have you in the same class. Thanks for being my mugging buddy at night even though I may just give up halfway. I'm really sorry for the times I abandoned you to sleep. And you seriously rocks. Haha. Sorry for any sarcasm I may have pointed you with in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Qianyi, Celeste, Sinbing, Clara, Meredith. Thanks for being such great pals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW I WONDER TO MYSELF,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to pull up grades?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to solve many friendship problems?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to appreciate people more?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why does this suddenly seem like a suicide note?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ERINA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-9186505738988910728?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/9186505738988910728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=9186505738988910728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/9186505738988910728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/9186505738988910728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-sorry-all-for-that-previous-post.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-3387554720217439876</id><published>2007-09-24T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T18:33:54.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HATE THAT I LOVE YOU IS NEW ON 987. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I DOUBT IT WOULD BE TOP ON 987 TOP 20, SINGAPOREANS DO NOT HAVE TASTE, SEE NE-YO'S BECAUSE OF YOU. NO. IT DROPPED. NOT EVEN TOP 5. SINGAPOREANS HAVE NO CLASS IN R&amp;amp;B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today our geog paper. Let's not talk about it ok. I think it was crap. Studying so hard and getting one pathetic mark minused. Irritating shit lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, was like a tough day wtih pathetic stuff happening all round. Double d is getting on my nerves by her trying to be american kinda voice which is super high and pitchy like shit. Her dressing style doesnt make any sense either okay? It was like, her top buttons were gonna snap anytime due to her ahem being too big. Well, she's double d for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're real sorry Ms Rockey for not paying attention during math. Most of us were studying for geog and we shldnt have used your period to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macs with Megan, Sharon, Christine, Martha, Moira, Jolyne.&lt;br /&gt;With a touch of History tuition.ahem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-3387554720217439876?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/3387554720217439876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=3387554720217439876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/3387554720217439876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/3387554720217439876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/09/hate-that-i-love-you-is-new-on-987.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-4041203424060045728</id><published>2007-09-23T19:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T19:28:09.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Convo bt Mel &amp;amp; I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(K)&lt;33 MELLY says: Milk Sweet &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;Jia you Jia you (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;3 ERINA :] Said I depised that I adore you, no more waking up the innocence, say hello to hesitance. says:&lt;br /&gt;what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(K)&lt;33 MELLY says: Milk Sweet &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;jia you jia you geog&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;3 ERINA :] Said I depised that I adore you, no more waking up the innocence, say hello to hesitance. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;3 ERINA :] Said I depised that I adore you, no more waking up the innocence, say hello to hesitance. says:&lt;br /&gt;i cannot study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(K)&lt;33 MELLY says: Milk Sweet &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;): Ihaven't even done a chapter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;3 ERINA :] Said I depised that I adore you, no more waking up the innocence, say hello to hesitance. says:&lt;br /&gt;die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;3 ERINA :] Said I depised that I adore you, no more waking up the innocence, say hello to hesitance. says:&lt;br /&gt;same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;3 ERINA :] Said I depised that I adore you, no more waking up the innocence, say hello to hesitance. says:&lt;br /&gt;die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(K)&lt;33 MELLY says: Milk Sweet &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;why ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;3 ERINA :] Said I depised that I adore you, no more waking up the innocence, say hello to hesitance. says:&lt;br /&gt;kill jolyne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(K)&lt;33 MELLY says: Milk Sweet &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;yes please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;3 ERINA :] Said I depised that I adore you, no more waking up the innocence, say hello to hesitance. says:&lt;br /&gt;then we wont feel that bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(K)&lt;33 MELLY says: Milk Sweet &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;hire an assasin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(K)&lt;33 MELLY says: Milk Sweet &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(K)&lt;33 MELLY says: Milk Sweet &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;3 ERINA :] Said I depised that I adore you, no more waking up the innocence, say hello to hesitance. says:&lt;br /&gt;cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;3 ERINA :] Said I depised that I adore you, no more waking up the innocence, say hello to hesitance. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;3 ERINA :] Said I depised that I adore you, no more waking up the innocence, say hello to hesitance. says:&lt;br /&gt;where to get an assassin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Haha, how do you get an assassin? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-4041203424060045728?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/4041203424060045728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=4041203424060045728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/4041203424060045728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/4041203424060045728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/09/convo-bt-mel-i-k33-melly-says-milk.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-3101299950786864540</id><published>2007-09-23T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T18:26:11.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Add two old albums into my new collection of albums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dutchess - Fergie&lt;br /&gt;Loose - Nelly Furtado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise Fergie was R&amp;amp;B?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm gonna fail geog tmr. Saturday is History, today morning was sneezing &amp;amp; could not concentrate. Afternoon at Raffles City, which by the way, I wrote about it like descriptive writing as my favourite shopping centre and got 25/30 which my teacher is going to submit this into the Learning Point book, but I spent the afternoon there buffeting till I was so super full. Could not find a nice shirt. All my shirts are just too SMALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to failing geog. I cant do geog now. I am in no mood to memorise everything, maybe tonight but not now. Flunking it. Ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Nelly Furtado's album :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-3101299950786864540?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/3101299950786864540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=3101299950786864540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/3101299950786864540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/3101299950786864540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/09/add-two-old-albums-into-my-new.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-8065580266776702853</id><published>2007-09-22T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T20:53:11.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me post about the obilivious, uninteresting, weird and stupid reactions of both my mom &amp;amp; dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: MUMMY, I FAILED CHINESE&lt;br /&gt;MUM: REALLY AH?&lt;br /&gt;ME: YAR&lt;br /&gt;MUM: OKAY, *continue reading bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: DADDY, I GOT AN F9 FOR CHINESE&lt;br /&gt;DAD: WHY&lt;br /&gt;ME: BUT NVM, CAUSE MY OTHER CHINESE COMPONENTS IS A1 AND IT CAN PULL ME UP TO A B3.&lt;br /&gt;DAD: OKAY LOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice reactions? COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERINA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-8065580266776702853?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/8065580266776702853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=8065580266776702853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/8065580266776702853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/8065580266776702853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/09/let-me-post-about-obilivious.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-7432334789377620449</id><published>2007-09-21T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T15:54:35.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am I supposed to feel sad because X minused our marks intentionally to attract attention or the people who supposedingly cause us to lose our marks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose to feel sad because of X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The marks, to me, are quite important. But somehow, I dont really care if someone wants to minus it. I think that why X must minus our class points when this doesnt even concern the whole entire class when it's only 1 or 2 people. I dont blame the people who contributed to us losing our marks, cause basically, I dont care if we minus mark. I just want to add marks. And by the looks of things, we could be the first. We could. Now we are back to square one after all our efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHINESE IS SCREWED. Admit it.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING IS SCREWED IN MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-7432334789377620449?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/7432334789377620449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=7432334789377620449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/7432334789377620449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/7432334789377620449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/09/am-i-supposed-to-feel-sad-because-x.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-3209159323278274952</id><published>2007-09-20T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T17:53:51.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 117px; HEIGHT: 174px" height="179" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w188/erina305/fairy.jpg" width="159" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy today :)&lt;br /&gt;Cause I managed to get my CME file from Amanda by saviour. Lol. X killed today, she killed many. The innocent people who died, they did. They died in hands of X, they died a tragic death.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, today I have like tons of homework including MUSIC, MATH, AND ART. I DID ART, IM PROUD TO SAY. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE SOFTBALL. At least even though my accuracy was like shit, IT WAS FUN HITTING THE CONE, IT'S LIKE A STRESS RELIEVER. cool ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 329px; HEIGHT: 254px" height="735" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w188/erina305/SNAP004.jpg" width="517" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLIT NOTE.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT I HAVE LEARNT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1ST OFF, NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;2nd off, I'm writing on paper tore from ziji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 324px; HEIGHT: 297px" height="715" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w188/erina305/SNAP005.jpg" width="567" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY NEEDS, IN CLIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1ST OFF, BLACK EYED PEAS $150 TICKETS.&lt;br /&gt;DIDNT GET 150 BUT GOT 125 :)&lt;br /&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weixin's french fry was EXTRA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English test was easy. I think. Mr Weelan is weird funny. Haha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS ROCKEY TURNED SICK WITH INFLUENCE FROM THE OHSOFAMOUS JOLYNETANLIMIN ONCE AGAIN :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-3209159323278274952?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/3209159323278274952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=3209159323278274952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/3209159323278274952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/3209159323278274952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/09/heyyo.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-2170811701205165836</id><published>2007-09-19T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T21:44:38.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's one of those times that friendship starts to become rocky.&lt;br /&gt;The best time in the world, EOYs;&lt;br /&gt;I really think that everyone should stop assuming,&lt;br /&gt;that everyone should take the initiative to like, clarify facts and problems.&lt;br /&gt;Assuming would only make things worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that's all I want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm those kinda person who everyone trust,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but obviously, I trust no one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-2170811701205165836?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/2170811701205165836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=2170811701205165836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/2170811701205165836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/2170811701205165836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-one-of-those-times-that-friendship.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-8119780531107892231</id><published>2007-09-19T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T17:30:12.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Look here. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really great day today, all except english. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I'm going to the Black Eyed Peas concert, featuring Fergie &amp;amp; Will.i.am &amp;amp; the Click Five! Omg, I'm going with my cousin. &amp;amp; I'm happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second. Today's chem lesson wasnt that bad as I was playing chess with DINO. Omg, I nevewr felt that much fun playing chess before. Dino said I had potiential :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geog was weird. MISS LEE! She changed a lot. She started telling us about what each roses (their colour meant) and what the nymber of flowers signify. Gosh. It's geog and she's teaching us these. The whole class was freaking out. Influenced from the oh-so-famous JOLYNETANLIMIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to buy a paintbrush. :) randoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLIT was the most interesting lesson yet. Everyone was actually interacting. Our class lost, but I mean, it's just a 5min talk, how bad can it get yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had geog tuition with Jolyne &amp;amp; Mel. Haha. Was like, interesting. Mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK SHAN WEE IS HOT/CUTE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-8119780531107892231?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/8119780531107892231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=8119780531107892231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/8119780531107892231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/8119780531107892231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/09/look-here.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-6538742030662497593</id><published>2007-09-18T20:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T20:11:48.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I promised not to change my skin (esp to Tessa)&lt;br /&gt;But this one is so much nicer agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL TRY NOT TO CHANGE TILL EOYS ARE OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does underneath the stars remind me of PDA (we just dont care) by John Legend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-6538742030662497593?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/6538742030662497593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=6538742030662497593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/6538742030662497593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/6538742030662497593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-know-i-promised-not-to-change-my-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-295536589629410452</id><published>2007-09-18T16:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T16:16:25.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SCREWED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES SCREWED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally hate today okay? HCL WAS SCREWED MAN. FREAKIN SCREWED. It's like for the close passage and comprehension mcq i got 15/29 which is like I passed by 1/2 mark. And you think my comprehension OE is gonna pull me up? Yar right lah. IT SUCKS OK. I DONT MIND IF I JUST PASS. I HOPE THAT THE FREAKIN COMPREHENSION I PASS. THAT'S ALL I ASK FOR. WHATEVER LOSER CHINESE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, SCREW CHINESE AGAIN. But yeah, I tried working real hard for chinese okay? I really tried my best to improve like reading the shao nian wen zai &amp;amp; ri ji &amp;amp; such but all I got was a pass by 1/2 mark. Like WHATEVER okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art was wasted. So was HCL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry was shit lah. I hated the stupid teacher's voice. Irritating. &amp;amp; so was that English teacher's voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The first time on a Tuesday I came right back from school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Proud of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-295536589629410452?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/295536589629410452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=295536589629410452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/295536589629410452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/295536589629410452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/09/screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-4478734115143634300</id><published>2007-09-17T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T18:14:32.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyyo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just reached home for some late reasons on a day when cca is suspended and no after school activities. Well, I went to mug for math. Yes I did. Before that, Weixin told me she couldnt come because she had badminton lunch, but she came anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not feel as accomplish as I did the last time on bio. I hate algebra. I hate 3d figures. They really suck man, too bad I'm some person who is bad at visualising stuff. Pffts. So Tessa Weixin and I went to the same place to mug together before giving up and start walking for 1/2 hr. But it was good cause i studied for 1 1/2 hr :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELIT test is screwed thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my new pen :D better than G2. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for chinese test tmr (not.)&lt;br /&gt;end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-4478734115143634300?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/4478734115143634300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=4478734115143634300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/4478734115143634300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/4478734115143634300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/09/heyyo-i-just-reached-home-for-some-late.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-2182733365686952536</id><published>2007-09-16T22:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T22:15:52.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THANKYOU YORKIE FOR DEDICATING THE GREAT ESCAPE BY BOYS LIKE GIRLS ON 987 TO THE LUCKY 7! YEAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-2182733365686952536?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/2182733365686952536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=2182733365686952536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/2182733365686952536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/2182733365686952536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/09/thankyou-yorkie-for-dedicating-great.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-774019629504262837</id><published>2007-09-16T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T20:58:46.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm being petrified.&lt;br /&gt;I'm being sick-ified.&lt;br /&gt;I'm being grossedout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling cold.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling shivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;JOLYNETANLIMIN JUST POLLUTED MY MIND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shivers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-774019629504262837?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/774019629504262837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=774019629504262837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/774019629504262837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/774019629504262837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-being-petrified.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-2537469601354416434</id><published>2007-09-16T07:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T08:03:24.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm posting early here cause I would be dedicating my time to ELIT. later. Sheesh. I seriously think elit is a waste of time. But whatever :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Seven things to be done before my death&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marry a rich husband (to get an extravagant funeral. Lol)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visit Paris, Milan, South Africa(Cape Town), Italy &amp;amp; Hawaii AGAIN.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch 50 first dates, freedom writers, she's the man and ALL the movies I missed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meet Rihanna &amp;amp; Neyo and make them sing Hate That I love you for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get that 987 t-shirt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try to make up the quarrels between me and anyone I may have misunderstood&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Party that fateful night with all my friends drinking champagne and dancing :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Seven things I will not do even if it kills me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Backstab my friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Say the stupid f word. :D (im a clean, innocent person :D)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marry Jesse Mccartney (oh gosh he's like shit)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turn emo. (ew.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dress in yellow. (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;drugs, excluding those medical ones and ethanol which can be found in alcohol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;twiitt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Seven things I do when I'm away from public&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;worry myself to sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cry myself to sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cry cause I feel like crying&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dance the night away with champagne :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sing at the top of my lungs :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play dress up( yes I'm too old! BUT ITS FUN!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listen to 987, as in, put the radio on till the next morning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Seven favourite sentences/quotes&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Damn it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What the hell.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Said I despised that I adore you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love champagne, hate whiskey&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not sick lor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You make it so hard to trust someone, you make it so heard to fall in love (So hard- Ciara)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sarcasm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Seven things I'll make you wish you didn't do if you did&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Backstab me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gossip about me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make fun of me when I'm pissed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talk about things I'm uniterested when I'm pissed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talk to me on MSN when I specfically put the busy/brb sign or if I tell you I'm busy at the moment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forcing me to do things I dont want to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Misunderstand me, and then tell the whole world that I was the one who misunderstood you and I will not apologise. Stupid.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Seven people I love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joanna&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Martha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Megan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sharon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yorkie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me - ERINA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;THE LUCKY SEVEN :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seven people to do it: Weixin, Tessa, Deborah (Chan), Jerlyn, Pearl, Taylin, Marie :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ERINA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-2537469601354416434?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/2537469601354416434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=2537469601354416434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/2537469601354416434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/2537469601354416434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-posting-early-here-cause-i-would-be.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-3574606011447696125</id><published>2007-09-15T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T22:21:41.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo! Yeehoo! Lol. Gwen Stefani's winditup anyone? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continues. I dedicated another song on 987. To my special Lucky/Special 7. Haha. I love you guys. Sorry Megan &amp;amp; Sharon &amp;amp; Yorkie couldnt hear. :D Haha. Talked to Xavier. Weirdest thing is i just called thrice and he picked up the phone. Cool! The first two times lines are busy. Haha. Whatever. Anyways, big girls dont cry by fergie anyone? Cause it's my long-term favourite song as because of you by neyo rocks. &amp;amp; it's dedicated to that day. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I wanna help big girls dont cry top 987top20. Haha. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carrie&amp;amp;shan, dan&amp;amp;young, soo, xavier.&lt;br /&gt;Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next target, Emily :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-3574606011447696125?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/3574606011447696125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=3574606011447696125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/3574606011447696125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/3574606011447696125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-feel-high.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-4005898233272798682</id><published>2007-09-14T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T21:14:03.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love you my special/lucky seven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna, Sharon, Yorkie, Megan, Me, Martha, Christine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much. Today we had a whale of a time with sea creatures. Haha. I am the patriotic fish (with red&amp;white stripes). Haha. Thanks Yorkie for the animals. Omg, I just love today. Another satisfying mark (history) with 22/25. Yeah. I love getting high marks. It makes me high. Isnt it cool? Lol. I love drama today with more opening sequence. Omg, I love playbuilding. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle's engagement ROM. Cool! I love Raffles City :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-4005898233272798682?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/4005898233272798682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=4005898233272798682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/4005898233272798682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/4005898233272798682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-love-you-my-speciallucky-seven.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-8394746632687647963</id><published>2007-09-13T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T16:17:19.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha, today went macs for lunch! woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, (to Jolyne) I am turning sick. Ahem. Cough x100. but whatever. Hah Jolyne :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt; I'm really sorry it had to be this way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I didnt mean it to hurt you so badly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's not that I really dislike you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;just a little,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but if i say no i dont dislike you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wont it be lying to myself? wont it be me a liar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm really sorry it had to be this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i dont hate you, neither do i despise you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but if you continue this on, telling everyone lies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i would. but i dont want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i want to give both of us a change to start a new friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;forgetting whatever you had said/done in the pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we have to move on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i would try to change, but for this thing to move forward,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you have to change yourself too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i would be very grateful if you do :D&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 LOVE :) YOU MARTHA, MEGAN, CHRISTINE, SHARON, YORKIE, JOANNA. YOU REALLY MADE MY DAY, AND MADE MY 1ST YEAR IN SNGS A REAL GREAT ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies to whatever I may have done wrong in the past. I love you guys! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-8394746632687647963?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/8394746632687647963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=8394746632687647963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/8394746632687647963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/8394746632687647963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/09/haha-today-went-macs-for-lunch-woohoo.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-4133212707209174809</id><published>2007-09-12T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T20:53:57.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what?&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE LESS THAN 3 HRS OF SLEEP EVERYDAY SINCE SATURDAY. AND BY 3 HRS, I REALLY MEAN I STUDY THE REST OF THE NIGHT AWAY. TODAY PROBABLY WONT BE AN EXCEPTION, I GUESS THE NEXT DAY I SLEEP EARLY WILL BE ON FRIDAY. SWEET FRIDAY. COME SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I was scribbling clit away. I shall upload the photos when WEIXIN comes online. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today mugging session between ME, TESSA &amp; WEIXIN. Haha, WEIXIN HAS THE RIHANNA'S HAIRSTYLE. Yeah. Lol. I love Rihanna &amp;amp; I love Weixin. Though it was unexpected to see Weixin cut her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was probably a mugging session between me &amp; tessa, cause mugging is studying not doing homework right (?) Weixin was doing homework due weeks ago :X. Aw, Weixin turns paikia-ish. Dont worry Weixin, I will be there to help you to cylinders, prisms, cubiods and such for math (though that is the weakest topic :X) but yeah! Haha, miss you guys so! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFF FOR TINGXIE :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-4133212707209174809?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/4133212707209174809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=4133212707209174809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/4133212707209174809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/4133212707209174809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-know-what-i-have-less-than-3-hrs-of.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-1409437739280536410</id><published>2007-09-11T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T19:40:05.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DESPERATELY NEED TO GO TO THE BLACK EYED PEAS CONCERT. I NEED. I MUST. I SHOULD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;Change of teacher:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mrs Kwan - Ms Charlene Sim. Gosh I never see the day that I would actually miss Mrs Kwan. She went to New Jersery. Ms Sim is just here critising everything. WHATEVER.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Choo - ???. He's on reservice. Haha. For 3 weeks. Qianyi tells me that replacement will either be Ms Amy Yee (which according to Qianyi sucks) or Mr Johnny Hoo (and btw, he teachers bio) So haha! XD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha. Lol. I guess the changes are just stupid and I rather have the old teachers, Mrs Kwan is definetly so much better and since I dont know who is taking over choo, I'm in no position to comment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Library English Enrichment Period. Haha XD. After reserving a com with Christine, I decided to borrow a book (see how guai) and read it. Haha XD I love reading. Lol. Ok, now that sounds nerdy. But yeah, then I was helping Nicole Chan, Marie, Nicole Yue, Lijuan &amp; Xinhoon take pictures of themselves in the library. Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wanted to write Nicole Chan is EVIL on Nicole Chan's palm. Oh well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Choir was real fun lah. We sang tomorrow in this cute way then Ms Lim looked real disturbed. Haha. But we were supposed to sing it in a "mickey-mouse way" as quoted by Ms Lim. HahaXD. It was real freaking btw. Played solfege bingo (no one, unfortuantely, had bingo) and left. Luck all the sec ones are here 5 mins before choir practice starts. Makes my life more easier taking attendance. Yeah. Went macs. Disturbed Siew Lin once again :))))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ERINA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-1409437739280536410?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/1409437739280536410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=1409437739280536410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/1409437739280536410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/1409437739280536410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/09/heyyo-i-desperately-need-to-go-to-black.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-8161801036632391568</id><published>2007-09-10T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T16:03:59.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEYYO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Im feeling happy that I finally go back to school! Haha yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new partner, NICOLE CHAN, is so ungrateful &amp; sick man! Haha, Nicole Chan, I told you I'll post this. But Nicole Chan thanked me in the end. Aw, Nicole Chan. It was so touching! Haha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Term 4 started really rough. I hope it will get better. Doubt it though. MY RESULTS WILL JUST DROP. I HAVE A FEELING. MY PREMOTIONS ARE OFTEN VERY ACCURATE. &amp; I will die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I HELPED NICOLE CHAN CONCENTRATE IN PHYSICS FOR THE FIRST TIME? GASPS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERINA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-8161801036632391568?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/8161801036632391568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=8161801036632391568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/8161801036632391568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/8161801036632391568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/09/heyyo-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-3042754106969158429</id><published>2007-09-09T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T22:41:12.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I woke up at 7.30am today, leaving me with 4hrs of sleep and I seriously think that I wont die without sleep. I'm feeling so pumped up now after a hard day's work man! XD energetic! XD haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So!&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to cabby's house to do SEA project and I mean that it was totally cool cause Joanna, Sharon, Megan, Christine, Martha, Van C &amp; Francine were there so it became a fun project. Haha! XD So anyways, I thought we had a blast, better than the last few at least. I think our poster is cool! Apparently Desiree was having a hungover &amp;amp; Raeann was at Taka?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to SYC concert with Maryanne. HahaXD then we went to some cookie shop to eat dinner, and it was lao[1] huang[1] but was super nice! XD OMG. Then we went  and saw Jerlyn &amp; Amanda. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke of day: Amanda says, "Maryanne, why are you carrying a women's bag" Haha XD it was a handbag. Lol Amanda! XD I love your jokes. Haha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then intermission we went to some shop outdoors and bought stuff. Say yay! :D when we came back we were scolded by some stupid person who was like, oh I'm so sorry but photography is not allowed in the concert hall. I will have to confiscate you phone if you persist. LOL! Excuse me, if you open your eyes a little wider, you would have seen the grp of girls taking pictures too. LAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRT HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-3042754106969158429?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/3042754106969158429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=3042754106969158429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/3042754106969158429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/3042754106969158429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/09/heyyo-guess-what-i-woke-up-at-7.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-2664864521978831367</id><published>2007-09-09T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T02:22:45.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apparently this is the latest I ever posted. Say yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I have just taken a break from mugging! :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO DO LIST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;chinese worksheet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;english book novel graded thing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;history graded assignment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;history notes on chapter 3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;history notes on chapter 4&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;history notes on chapter 5&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;history notes on chapter 6&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;physics notes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chem notes&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bio notes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;geography notes chapter 10&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;geography notes chapter 11&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chinese ting xie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chinese cheng yu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sing to the dawn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chinese cinderella &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;poetry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;music notes thing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;See the failure to complete these pathetic objectives in the holidays?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ERINA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-2664864521978831367?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/2664864521978831367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=2664864521978831367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/2664864521978831367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/2664864521978831367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/09/apparently-this-is-latest-i-ever-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-907811309715445428</id><published>2007-09-08T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:04:05.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHA, I got this from friendster &amp; I found it quite cool! Haha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You opened this so you have to do it.Put the number representing what youare depending on the question. At theend it will look like a phone numberso then put it in the subject line.You must do this or you will get badluck for one entire year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.first put a +6593&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's your new digits:----------------------------1st number,&lt;br /&gt; put what you are1- gay (zzzz)&lt;br /&gt;2- taken&lt;br /&gt;3- single and what ever happens,happens&lt;br /&gt;4- single n proud abt it =X&lt;br /&gt;5- secret&lt;br /&gt;6- single but like someone&lt;br /&gt;7- taken and confused&lt;br /&gt;8- single and unavailable&lt;br /&gt;9- have lost all hope&lt;br /&gt;0- single n confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;2nd number, put your current Mood&lt;br /&gt;1- Nervous&lt;br /&gt;2- Bored&lt;br /&gt;3- Confused&lt;br /&gt;4- Just fine&lt;br /&gt;5- SADDDD&lt;br /&gt;6- Hyper&lt;br /&gt;7- Annoyed&lt;br /&gt;8- Angry&lt;br /&gt;9- Tired&lt;br /&gt;0- Happy&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;3rd number is The color of your shirt&lt;br /&gt;1- Black&lt;br /&gt;2- Pink&lt;br /&gt;3- Red&lt;br /&gt;4- Orange&lt;br /&gt;5- Blue&lt;br /&gt;6- Green&lt;br /&gt;7- Yellow&lt;br /&gt;8- Brown&lt;br /&gt;9- White&lt;br /&gt;0- Other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;4th Number is the month you were bornin&lt;br /&gt;1- jun.aug&lt;br /&gt;2- march&lt;br /&gt;3- feb&lt;br /&gt;4- jul&lt;br /&gt;5- jan&lt;br /&gt;6- april&lt;br /&gt;7- dec.&lt;br /&gt;8- Oct.nov&lt;br /&gt;9- may.&lt;br /&gt;0- sept.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;5th Number is your Favorite Color&lt;br /&gt;1- Black&lt;br /&gt;2- White&lt;br /&gt;3- Pink&lt;br /&gt;4- Blue&lt;br /&gt;5- Green&lt;br /&gt;6- Red&lt;br /&gt;7- Orange&lt;br /&gt;8- Yellow&lt;br /&gt;9- Purple&lt;br /&gt;0- Other&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Last number is your Sign&lt;br /&gt;1- Aries&lt;br /&gt;2- Virgo&lt;br /&gt;3- Sagittarius&lt;br /&gt;4- Cancer&lt;br /&gt;5- Leo&lt;br /&gt;6- Taurus&lt;br /&gt;7- Libra&lt;br /&gt;8- Aquarius&lt;br /&gt;9- Gemini or Capricorn&lt;br /&gt;0- Scorpio or Pisces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post this with your new number in 5minutes and something good will happento you. :DD... wow i wasted 2mins of mylife doin this =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, in conclusion my number is: +6593420929.&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-907811309715445428?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/907811309715445428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=907811309715445428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/907811309715445428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/907811309715445428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/09/haha-i-got-this-from-friendster-i-found.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-3029685704292752976</id><published>2007-09-06T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T22:10:06.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm into 987 all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10mins of waiting. 1/2 hr of more waiting.&lt;br /&gt;There it played: PROMISE BY CIARA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Ciara craze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of people heard it. Haha. Thanks those people who heard it.&lt;br /&gt;Strangly, my mom heard it. Gasps. Haha. Scary though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 waiting after convo with Soo for the song to be p-layed and my voice to be heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 DJs, 10 songs dedicated so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;too little too late - Jojo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a little less 16 candles a little more touch me - Fall out boy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A moment Like this - Kelly Clarkson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Like a boy - Ciara&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;doing too much - Paula Deanda&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;be without you - MaryJ Blige&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;this aint a scene its an armsrace - Fall Out boy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off - Panic At the disco&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if i aint got you - alicia keys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;promise - ciara&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dan&amp;young, carrie&amp;amp;shan, soo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cool!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ERINA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-3029685704292752976?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/3029685704292752976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=3029685704292752976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/3029685704292752976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/3029685704292752976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-into-987-all-over-again.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-5410818484971316681</id><published>2007-09-06T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T17:29:50.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why did you have to be so rush&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was just a movie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gosh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you were barging into the lift &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and saying there was no one there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there could be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; you were scolding my brother on hurry up press the close button&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;has it occured to you that there could be people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;isnt this so inconsiderate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;like whatever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as if that is not enough&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you were making such a fuss man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what's your problem? it's just a stupid movie.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyyo all&lt;br /&gt;I apologise for this message.&lt;br /&gt;It was the first thing I could think of anyways :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a progress report on my SEPTEMBER HOLIDAYS&lt;br /&gt;1. I completed 6 of 19 to-dos&lt;br /&gt;2. I hate the holis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW OFF BRACES HOPERFULLY :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-5410818484971316681?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/5410818484971316681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=5410818484971316681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/5410818484971316681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/5410818484971316681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-did-you-have-to-be-so-rush-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-3109272285920066025</id><published>2007-09-05T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T14:24:35.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is what is going on in my life currently.&lt;br /&gt;Please enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm slacking when I'm supposed to mug like hell for Term 4&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Completed 4/27 things on my To-do-list&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am lazy to wake up to go jog to burn calories&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am slacking on the com. the whole day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hating SEA chinese project (please!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Addicted to Songs :)))&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am supposedingly gonna watch movie tmr&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ate sushi &amp; udon for lunch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cabrini &amp;amp; Sharon currently at my house doing SEA project&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Addicted to Facebook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blog = dead&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Probably gonna delete my friendster account because I love facebook too much&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love the font tahoma&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love the song Jenny &amp; Teenagers &amp;amp; Boston &amp; Dont stop the music&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sharon &amp;amp; my brothers are having verbal sarcasm fights :)))&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate Chinese&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate Physics, though it's quite interesting but super confusing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm so not addicted to my blog, currently&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think school holidays are boring&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My September holidays are stupid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like music blasting in my ears.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love macs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm broke, because of macs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm sneezing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love phototaking.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;ERINA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-3109272285920066025?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/3109272285920066025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=3109272285920066025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/3109272285920066025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/3109272285920066025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-is-what-is-going-on-in-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-4560577149787656740</id><published>2007-09-03T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T18:58:40.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w188/erina305/butterflys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could be as free as a butterfly, no worries.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a realy fun day. Went back to school for photo connectixo taking and here are photos! They are simply cool &amp; nice! :)))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w188/erina305/gansterlove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;This is such a nice photo. If you cant see me, I'm the one most right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w188/erina305/lovely.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is supposedingly be a bimbo photo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w188/erina305/treeshugging.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, you figure what this looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w188/erina305/wall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINAL PRODUCT&gt; yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then me &amp; Joanna went to macs to study. But my pen BROKE. NO PEN, NO STUDY :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-4560577149787656740?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/4560577149787656740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=4560577149787656740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/4560577149787656740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/4560577149787656740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-i-could-be-as-free-as-butterfly-no.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-5751811241936963259</id><published>2007-09-01T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T20:52:51.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Darling 6o2s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w188/erina305/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TANJONG ROSYTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w188/erina305/love-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVELY 6O2S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w188/erina305/ymi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUANMING &amp; I AT PASTAMANIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w188/erina305/ym.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOOK RETARDED YES I KNOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w188/erina305/tessaymi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TESSA, YUANMING, I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w188/erina305/luh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN SO RETARD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM NOT POSTING THE DAO PHOTO CAUSE I WAS PREPARED. &amp; I WAS JUST LOOKING FOR SOMETHING ON THE GROUND. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-5751811241936963259?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/5751811241936963259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=5751811241936963259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/5751811241936963259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/5751811241936963259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/09/darling-6o2s-tanjong-rosyth-lovely-6o2s.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-7537627368690398011</id><published>2007-09-01T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T20:42:29.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;My conclusion for the day: I study history because I have to ace it. I am not interested in it, nor liking the stupid longwinded textbook nor the teacher. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; i hate history. &amp;amp; i cant believe I spent a day learning the stupid thing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="391" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w188/erina305/flyaway.jpg" width="306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to this picture :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this portrays the youth of a troubled little girl. due to all the worries &amp; sorrows that she had been engulfed in, she is naive into thing that the balloons may take her away from the world. let her fly, make her disappear from the face of the earth, letting her sorrows be forgotten.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i was that girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-7537627368690398011?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/7537627368690398011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=7537627368690398011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/7537627368690398011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/7537627368690398011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-conclusion-for-day-i-study-history.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-8094831093854910859</id><published>2007-09-01T12:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T12:38:01.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im crediting you PEARL of &lt;a href="http://funkyhearts.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://funkyhearts.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah! Yet another music quiz! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES&lt;br /&gt;1. put ur music player on shuffle&lt;br /&gt;2. for each ques, press the next button to get ure ans, you must write the song name down no matter how silly it sounds!!ok here goes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have great potential in....Sexy Back, Justin Timberlake. How is that a potential?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You're greatest weakness is.....Headstrong - Ashley Tisdale. Hmm, I shall check up one day to see what headstrong means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What inspires you the most?The happy song - Jojo. Yeah, Im happy cause I get inspired by the happy song. Haha. I feel random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What do you think of yourself?Remember the name - Fort Minor. Yeah, you better remember MY name. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What do you hate most in the world?We believe - Good Charlotte. No. I'm a believer. I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you feel about your teachers?4 in the morning - Gwen Stefani. Yeah they make me sleep/wake up 4 in the morning because of homework. Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your attitude towards life?About time - Cassie. It's about time my attitude has to be changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is the most important thing in your life?Do it - Nelly Furtado. Do the job! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do people of the opposite gender think of you?Cool - Gwen Stefani. Haha. Cools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Whats your current obsession?Bite th dust - Pussycat dolls. What does that really mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you feel about your past?PS: still not over you - Rihanna. Er, Guess I'm not over the past?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What kind of music do you enjoy the most? Homeboy - Jojo. Guess that is true. I love fast paced songs with beautiful beat and rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What do hope to acheive in the next 2 years?Some hearts - Carrie Underwood. Guess I would like to achieve hearts. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What are u looking forward to?Better off alone - Katharine Mcphee. No, I like people :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What's your ambition?Wanna be with you - Paula Deanda. Yes, marry a rich man. Haha. Lol?  Too Materialistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Finally.... What will be your happiest moment of your life?Behind these hazel eyes - Kelly Clarkson. Yes to see everything first hand :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-8094831093854910859?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/8094831093854910859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=8094831093854910859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/8094831093854910859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/8094831093854910859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-crediting-you-pearl-of.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-2330228704949252917</id><published>2007-08-31T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T14:02:09.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyyyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todays there is no schools. Yeah! Power failure and all. Haha, but one thing. I didnt clear my desk yet. *Gasps. Seriously. My mom drove me to school where Ms Chan, obviously saw me.  -_-" No matter, I saw a whole lot of teachers there too, namely Luolaoshi, Mr Gan, Mr Choo, Sulaoshi, Mrs Lim, Ms Lee, Ms Rockey etc. But I managed to get hold of the key and take all my books :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached Rosyth at 9 -_-" Good one Erina. &amp; I was like, shocked, when I  saw ex-rosythians can only go back at 2. Like wth? I waited there. Then Pearl &amp; Felicia went to walk around. We found out that Gate 4 was not only unlocked, but unguarded. We sneaked in duh. &amp;amp; then the security guard found out &amp; Pearl &amp;amp; I were cornered to the place on level 2 next to the dance studio. Woah. Went back out and came in by Gate 8 again, where I met up with the 6o2s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERINA&gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-2330228704949252917?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/2330228704949252917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=2330228704949252917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/2330228704949252917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/2330228704949252917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/08/heyyyo.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-4058869688672078484</id><published>2007-08-30T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T21:01:50.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanna take you away,&lt;br /&gt;Let's escape into the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today we received our PPR, &amp; I must say that I'm actually okay. I deproved by o.7 marks naturally. But overall, I think I'm fine. Hmm, let's give this certain someone a name. I think her name should be KIASU. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, KIASU was sitting on the old specs stand. Suddenly, a teacher asked the whole chorot if they had left a plastic bag with goodies inside them anywhere around. Looking left, looking right. No response. However, naturally, Kiasu raise dher hands up very high even though the question was not even addressed to her. The teacher gave Kiasu the plastic bag and she started to be "kind" and give the goodies to everyone. Has it occurred to her that it is not hers? GOSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Qianyi &amp; I left for Bishan Library after choir. &amp;amp;&amp; worst thing, not CIP there. LUH! Aiya, lazy to post luh. But thanks you mummy for the OP bag :) and to Qianyi for carrying by overly heavy files :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-4058869688672078484?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/4058869688672078484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=4058869688672078484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/4058869688672078484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/4058869688672078484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-wanna-take-you-away-lets-escape-into.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-1619255283730301142</id><published>2007-08-29T20:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T20:52:02.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEYYO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am feeling kinda high today. High high high! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa people didnt go to school today, pon clit and stuff, but still have to retake. Sorry those people who tried to get sick yesterday but failed. But yeah, dont worry, it wasnt that bad. CLIT was shit. There was not enough time. I wrote 4 pages of like, crap? &amp; I wanted to write more but there was not enough time! &amp;amp;&amp; Ms Rockey is becoming our new pastoral head/ EXCO member because Mrs Elaine Lim &amp;amp; Chen Jia Yu laoshi have to go on maternity leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to Rosyth today :) YEAH!! Went back with Jerlyn, Jane, Cassandra. Tessa, Yuanming, Yvette &amp; Trina were there. Woo! We talked to Ms Chan quite alot before Tessa, Yuanming &amp;amp; I went to J8. :) Well, I figured it was pointless for me to go back seeing I would have to go out once I reached home. Yuanming treated me to Pastamania. Haha. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short cause like I have tons (not exaggerating this time) of homework. Gosh! I can never do colour wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-1619255283730301142?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/1619255283730301142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=1619255283730301142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/1619255283730301142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/1619255283730301142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/08/heyyo_29.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-4630408197087227240</id><published>2007-08-28T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T22:12:19.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp; you wont see me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Reflection part 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended abit abruptly just now, probably due to homework thoughts which I thought I had lotsa things to do, realising that I have no homework. Isnt this just the most pathetic excuse ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But either way, onto, while, stuff, I really feel like emo, depressed now. I try not to use the word emo but then whatever, I have to use it. That;s the only word I can use to describe me now. Realise something? I'm always the happy happy girl who goes to school happily, smile days long, look like I'm an optimistic person. Okay fine I AM an optimistic person in everyone's view except nicole chan the new partner. But yeah, I think this is just a phase for me to hide the true feelings. I know it may seem real stupid, but I think those times where I'm not smiling are the times that I'm reflecting and/or thinking about something real deeply, and I carry this real looking fake smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendships are easily broken. It takes years to build, but takes just a minute to destroy. All my friendships stuff may be cheem(zikuaahem) but yeah, I mean, it's really true. The destruction of a friendship may even come unintentionally &amp; no one tells you when you have just looked like you "broke" a friendship until it's too late to change reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is supposedingly be a time to make a one-time mistake. Then why when you make that mistake, no one really tries to understand and tries to be in your position. It's your outlook in life. I mean, what's the use of scoring good grades for exams for your future when you would have an unhappy future. Will it be worth living?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be exaggerating the grades thing too much. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; more importantly, one critism, even unintentionally, may just be that comment that may make the person whom you have critise, have low self-esteem. I'm not pinpointing to anyone at this stage of time, but I mean, Rosyth never had this problem. At least not in 6o2. I miss you guys &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-4630408197087227240?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/4630408197087227240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=4630408197087227240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/4630408197087227240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/4630408197087227240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-wont-see-me-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-3867019192262889104</id><published>2007-08-28T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T20:01:23.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyyo all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came here wanting to blog about today. But suddenly, I read lotsa people's blog, and it made me go into a reflective mood again, not that it's bad, but yeah, I dont know, I guess it's just too much things in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I shall start with today. Jolyne didnt come to school so I took her position next to Megan, old partners. Haha. Thinks, thinks. Come to think of it, the only thing worth writing in my blog is the fact that we went humanities room for chinese. YEAH, and the fact that only 7 people, namely Erina, Martha, Megan, Saacha, Xinhoon, Samantha &amp; Zhao Yi did their homework. Haha. COOL! :D Then there was a blackout, so english ended early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir was just super fun. The milestone leadership game was like super funny. Then Sinbing and I were partnering each other right, so we went SINBING! ERINA! until Sinbing felt my watch and she squash my hands and sat. The next time, I was flickering my hands around, then I didnt know I was hitting Myra, and Myra kept hitting my hands but then I didnt know. Lol, it was so freakingly funny! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;reflective&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone in this class is currently suffering friendship problems, by the looks of things, it's not really serious, but still numerous. And everyone is suffering because of it. &amp;amp; by the looks of things, it wont be solved that simple. Every quarrel/argument/misunderstanding leads to a make-up but the friendship that the individuals sustain will no longer be there. We will soon drift apart and, become lesser of friends. I somehow feel most friendships are superficial, and only with a handful of true ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I cherish all the true ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-3867019192262889104?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/3867019192262889104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=3867019192262889104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/3867019192262889104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/3867019192262889104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/08/heyyo-all-i-came-here-wanting-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-2586675149603476926</id><published>2007-08-27T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T16:18:01.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel abit down today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now realise how precious how life is, how you should treasure every single second you have on earth. You dont know when you're gonna leave this wonderful world, and you may not fulfil everything that you wanted to do in your lifetime. You may live to regret somethings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A death occured. Though he was not my family member, he bought me the secret receipe cheese cake because my mother had no time to buy for me. He died in a car accident. He died while holidaying in Thailand. He died, in a matter of a second. &amp; he wanted to hear me sing. But he never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A depressing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.WAS.HERE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-2586675149603476926?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/2586675149603476926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=2586675149603476926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/2586675149603476926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/2586675149603476926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-feel-abit-down-today.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-3862776879260141593</id><published>2007-08-26T08:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T09:16:00.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel reflective the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;And it's currently what? 8.30 in the MORNING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've been thinking alot yesterday when I could not sleep, today when I woke up. There is a need for changes. Drastic ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, to keep my mind off, I decided to take Mayshuen's quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;ONE&lt;/u&gt; Spell your name without the vowels.&lt;br /&gt;RN TN MY XN [Lol? Does this even make any sense at all?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;TWO&lt;/u&gt; Are you single?&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm married. Of course I'm single duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;THREE&lt;/u&gt; What's your favourite number?&lt;br /&gt;7, 8, 11! :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;FOUR&lt;/u&gt; What colour do you wear the most?&lt;br /&gt;Good question, I dont really notice it. Possibly black &amp; white, with the occasional pink. But yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;FIVE&lt;/u&gt; Least favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;Right now, indigo. Lol. That was random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SIX&lt;/u&gt; What are you listening to now?&lt;br /&gt;Like a boy - Ciara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SEVEN&lt;/u&gt; Do you smoke?&lt;br /&gt;Wow, oh yes I do. Seriously. Not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;EIGHT&lt;/u&gt; Are you happy with your life now.&lt;br /&gt;Quotes, alot needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;NINE&lt;/u&gt; Anyone ever said you resemble a celebrity?&lt;br /&gt;Erica Lee or someone like that. She;s chinese you see, I dont keep up with chinese celebrities. &amp;&amp;amp; someone said Rihanna which I see no resemblance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;TEN&lt;/u&gt; What's your favourite class in school?&lt;br /&gt;RECESS. Uh huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;ELEVEN &lt;/u&gt;I'm skipping the eleven question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;TWELVE &lt;/u&gt;How do you make money?&lt;br /&gt;The point is I dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell I'm in a sarcastic mood today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;THIRTEEN&lt;/u&gt; Who is your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Someone who you would never think of, so give it a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;FOURTEEN&lt;/u&gt; Are you outgoing?&lt;br /&gt;Depends if I feel like sneaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;FIFTEEN&lt;/u&gt; One word to describe you.&lt;br /&gt;STRAIGHT-FORWARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SIXTEEN&lt;/u&gt; Favourite pair of footwear&lt;br /&gt;My bare feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SEVENTEEN&lt;/u&gt; Do you know big sunglasses?&lt;br /&gt;Random question, but surprisingly yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;EIGHTEEN&lt;/u&gt; Where do you wish you were right now?&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere only we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;NINETEEN&lt;/u&gt; What should you be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting more. I'm in denial. Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;TWENTY&lt;/u&gt; Do you have a crush on anyone now?&lt;br /&gt;No. Stop asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;TWENTY-ONE&lt;/u&gt; What is the hardest thing to say?&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The cans&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you blow a bubble? &lt;u&gt;YES&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you dance? &lt;u&gt;No. End of discussion&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you do a cartwheel? &lt;u&gt;Yes if I want to break my bones&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you touch your toes? &lt;u&gt;Apparently my hands are too short&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you whistle? &lt;u&gt;With a whistle&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you wiggle your noes/ears? &lt;u&gt;No&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you roll your tongue? &lt;u&gt;YES! But none of my parents can. Conclusion : I'm adopted&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The dids&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever get into a fist fight in school? &lt;u&gt;Unbelievably (or maybe not) YES&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever run away from home? &lt;u&gt;When I was 5 yes! I wanted to packed my barbie dolls into some cloth thing like on TV and run away&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever wanted to be a doctor? &lt;u&gt;NO&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever wanted to be a firefighter? &lt;u&gt;Not in my life&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The dos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in God? &lt;u&gt;YES&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how to swim? &lt;u&gt;NO&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like roller coasters? &lt;u&gt;NO, but I'm not scared of them&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you own a bike? &lt;u&gt;I dont know. Seriously! Haha&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you can handle the food they eat on reality tv? &lt;u&gt;If you want me to puke while eating pig's snouts with hair sitll on them&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The does&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does hair loss run through your family? &lt;u&gt;Not that I know of&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your family have family picnics? &lt;u&gt;If picnic means on grass then no&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The hows&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you find out about friendster? &lt;u&gt;It is called the internet&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many friendster friends you have met in person? &lt;u&gt;About 7/8 of them&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How tall are you? &lt;u&gt;A pathetic 152cm &amp; I'll probably never grow ever again&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much money do you have with you? &lt;u&gt;I would have to ask my wallet&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The lasts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you hung out with? &lt;u&gt;Tuition friend :D, who apparently doesnt come to my blog so I shant say who&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you said out loud? &lt;u&gt;I want waffles&lt;/u&gt; To my mom for breakfast! :D&lt;br /&gt;Last thing someone said to you? &lt;u&gt;Ok! &lt;/u&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The whats&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now? &lt;u&gt;IT WAS CIARA, now it's Dangerously in Love - Beyonce! :D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the temperature outside? &lt;u&gt;It's cool. &lt;/u&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;What radio station do you listen to? &lt;u&gt;987 - ONLY THE HITS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last restaurant you ate at? &lt;u&gt;Does Macs count&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you bought? &lt;u&gt;A skyblue marker! Haha. And white choc kitkat chunky! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you drank? &lt;u&gt;ANYTHING! Which looks/tastes like coke!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you watched on TV? &lt;u&gt;PPG! Haha&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The whos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your newest friend you added on friendster? &lt;u&gt;Someone I dont know&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you added on MSN? &lt;u&gt;Janice!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who talked to you on the phone last? &lt;u&gt;Tessa!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you took a picture of? &lt;u&gt;MYSELF. Lol, zi lian&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person who left a comment? &lt;u&gt;Yorklyn!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you said I love you to? &lt;u&gt;Tessa for collecting my file! btw, I'm not les&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Crying section&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever really cried your hear out? &lt;u&gt; YES &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried yourself to sleep &lt;u&gt;yes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried on your friend's shoulder &lt;u&gt; yes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried over the opposite gender &lt;u&gt;apparently, yes [and it will never happen ever again]&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried when you got an injury &lt;u&gt; With blood coming out of your mouth, how can you not? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do certain songs make you cry &lt;u&gt;If it brings the lyrics I'm looking for right now and if it has sentimental values&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do certain movies make you cry &lt;u&gt; I never really cried, but I wanted to. A walk to remember is a good example&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy section&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a happy person? &lt;u&gt; HELL YEAH&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can make you happier? &lt;u&gt; A happier life&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being happy overated? &lt;u&gt;If you are some morbid person unlike me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can music make you happy &lt;u&gt;Of course&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Hate section&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate anyone now? &lt;u&gt;No.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a mean bully? &lt;u&gt; No with innocent look&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Self-esteem section&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your self esteem extremely low? &lt;u&gt;Nope&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in yourself? &lt;u&gt;Sometimes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you good looking? &lt;u&gt; Isnt goodlooking for guys?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish you could be someone else? &lt;u&gt; Only if that person is perfect, unfortunately, no one is perfect. So no&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Look at me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curren hair colour &lt;u&gt;BLACK&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current piercings &lt;u&gt;NONE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any tattooes &lt;u&gt;None&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight/curly hair &lt;u&gt; Probably towards the straight side of curly. Haha&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugged someone? &lt;u&gt; It;s called being friendly&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on the phone till the sun came up &lt;u&gt;Two, Jerlyn &amp; Jolyne :D &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed so hard you peed in your pants&lt;u&gt;No!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed so hard you cried &lt;u&gt; Yeah&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got into a fight with someone? &lt;u&gt; Yup&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like surveys? &lt;u&gt;That's why I'm doing it right? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get along with your parents? &lt;u&gt;Sometimes, mostly we dont really talk&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental breakdown &lt;u&gt;Yes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell your parents you arent feeling well to pon school? &lt;u&gt;Yes! Haha&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood &lt;u&gt;Reflective&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music &lt;u&gt; It was Ciara, then Beyonce, now it's Big girls dont cry by Fergie!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crush &lt;u&gt;none&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing I ought yo be doing &lt;u&gt;reflecting&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windows open &lt;u&gt;Msn, blog, mayshuen's blog, itunes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desktop picture &lt;u&gt;6o2 class photo!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-3862776879260141593?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/3862776879260141593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=3862776879260141593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/3862776879260141593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/3862776879260141593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-feel-reflective-whole-day.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-156476795185724921</id><published>2007-08-25T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T16:55:50.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling a little wind down today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and FOREMOST, CONGRATS SNGS! ONE TRUTH! FOR BEING THE CHAMPIONS OF THE POETRY SLAM COMPETITION! I heard from Raeann pioneers?! Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the stuff that happened yesterday about me cheering them emotionally with 987 top 20 blasting in my head and me just stupidly going crazy in my room, I'm abit drained down today. I guess that when I was sleeping, I reflected on myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reflected that, was I really ever gonna study that hard and make myself look like a stupid nerd? Like, ew. Quotes Tessa: I have a life. I do have a life, and I want to live it happily and not mugging for whatever shit the whole day. In conclusion, I'm gonna divide my day equally, I'm not ever gonna slack the whole day ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflection, part 2. It's a secret, that if you ask me, I could possibly tell you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflection, part 3. I know I would never have a 2nd chance to stay as 1truth as a class again. I know that 1truth isnt exactly my favourite class in the world, but I like to thank all those people who cheered me up when I was down, those who gave in to me when I wanted something, and those who helped me live life as I wanted to. This is probably my reflection after reading Vanessa Cheong's reflection on onetruth class blog, but yeah. It's becoming the end of the term and the starting of the last term, and I'm really sorry that I didnt cherish the times that I spent with the onetruthians07sngs! I would rmb each and everyone of you dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFLECTION DAY. MEANS ALOT TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-156476795185724921?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/156476795185724921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=156476795185724921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/156476795185724921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/156476795185724921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-feeling-little-wind-down-today.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-7698227705299692825</id><published>2007-08-24T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T15:29:20.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was just a slack day. I mean seriously slack. It's like, history has been movie-ing for 2 weeks which was really interesting. Though it's my first time hearing of Noah's Ach, I think that the scientific studies are really interesting as to how the people of the past like, live and think. Oh gosh, I sound like I'm actually interested in history. Lol. Though history is quite easy to score, it may be interesting at times, but mostly boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to be real hardworking this term. I started on a chinese ri[4] ji[4] as suggested by my chinese teacher, I did xi[3] zi[4] which is like totally lame but I guess it helps in ting[1] xie[1]. So the new me - hardworking, striving for the best with perserverence kinda Erina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially have &lt;s&gt;no&lt;/s&gt; life.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck LD girls in your poetry slam competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.WAS.HERE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-7698227705299692825?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/7698227705299692825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=7698227705299692825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/7698227705299692825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/7698227705299692825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/08/heyyo_24.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-7363818322971201240</id><published>2007-08-23T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T19:31:17.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling better today. Not good, better. My grades are now kinda okay. &amp; I realise this pattern in my marks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 grades - A1 &amp; B3.&lt;br /&gt;B3 - Subjects related to languages, namely:&lt;br /&gt;english related to english&lt;br /&gt;hcl related to chinese&lt;br /&gt;elit related to english&lt;br /&gt;drama related to english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was real surprised that I managed to get B3 for drama seeing that I really did badly for the practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A1- Subjects w/o relationship to languages, namely:&lt;br /&gt;math, science, geography, history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine so I have to brush up my languages.&lt;br /&gt;Last subject: ART.&lt;br /&gt;One of the worst!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need Joanna's/Martha's/Christine's marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.WAS.HERE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-7363818322971201240?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/7363818322971201240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=7363818322971201240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/7363818322971201240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/7363818322971201240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/08/heyyo_23.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-5233304311905120361</id><published>2007-08-22T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T16:23:09.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyyo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm depressed all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy when I came back, but when I thought of what Ms Rockey said, I felt depressed. I know everyone would be like, "oh Erina score so high complain what?". Well, you guys may think I score really high, but to my standard, it's just a pass. I know I could have done better. I didnt treat math seriously this term. Explain my low A1. I feel depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Rockey said that she would be very disappointed in me if I got lower than an A2. I dont even want to get an A2. But by the looks on how my math standard has been dropping, I cant help but even wonder if there was a way to save my falling PPR marks. On top of that, like what Sharon said, I'm gonna practice math like the whole entire day during the school holidays, so much till I would only break one day to go out with friends, the rest is of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you guys probably think I'm crazy having such a stupid plan. But I want to keep it. I really want to soar to greater heights. I know I must get 5 A1s by the end of this year. I have to. &amp; if I cant even keep up the standard, I would probably fail my sec four Os. My expectation of myself has been very high since day 1. Failure, to me, is never an option unless I try my best. I really am engulfed by all the stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, the only thing left is to pull up my languages. From today, I will never ever sleep in any classes. You would see me (beside the languages lesson where there is nothing to copy), copying notes or doing practices. Never again will I make the same mistake I'm doing now. Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning from my mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.WAS.HERE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-5233304311905120361?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/5233304311905120361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=5233304311905120361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/5233304311905120361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/5233304311905120361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/08/heyyo-im-depressed-all-over-again.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-5109878382212823984</id><published>2007-08-21T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T19:51:11.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I was sweating just now for phototaking. Omg. You know how got it was? With our CHOIR UNIFORM. It was hell. Gosh! Oh well, today took pictures for connectixo. Haha! The photographer was taking so many pictures of Maryanne. &amp; when he asked us to sing "I feel pretty", without the piano, we were so off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; today we got back PPR for english, chinese &amp;amp; science. Not too thrilled on my english &amp; chinese. But yeah science! I NEED TO IMPROVE ON MY LANGUAGES. B3. Do you know how bad it is? It's real bad. Bad , bad. Elit probably results tmr. Gosh, fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No class photo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.WAS.HERE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-5109878382212823984?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/5109878382212823984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=5109878382212823984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/5109878382212823984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/5109878382212823984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/08/heyyo-haha-i-was-sweating-just-now-for.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-7306433231638333315</id><published>2007-08-20T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T15:45:11.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I &lt;u&gt;felt&lt;/u&gt; depressed.&lt;br /&gt;Felt. Not feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that this was all part of life, part of secondary school, part of socialling, &amp; most importantly, part of me. I never knew why I acted so harshly to it. Abit guilty I guess. I never knew why I hated her so much, it's just this feeling I get when I'm around her. I love to not hate anyone. I really do. But I guess even if I dont hate anyone, I will get influence from the people around me. Thanks Christine &amp;amp; Yorklyn for trying to cheer me up, guess what? I'm all cheered up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed my first test today. English, 4/10 bleh. &amp; could I care anymore? No. Christine is like so super lucky that she got so damn high for compre &amp;amp; vocab while I fail vocab. Gosh. I hate english &amp; elit. I am never gonna do well in languages including chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phototaking tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon Joanna! Make sure your sore eyes are gone.&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon Moira! Dont stomach cramp here there whatever. Oh Moira, I hate your kicks. &amp; when you unconsciously kick me.&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon Amanda! Hope you stop sneezing tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm cheer up.&lt;br /&gt;Now let's play ball -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.WAS.HERE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-7306433231638333315?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/7306433231638333315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=7306433231638333315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/7306433231638333315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/7306433231638333315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-felt-depressed.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-2532666338883019879</id><published>2007-08-19T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T21:15:49.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back, just finished watching jump in? Yeah, I think it's a real nice show, though not as touching as a walk to remember, but then again, no movie ever made me cry. Haha. But yeah, first time watching, liking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a real long day. Met Lijuan &amp; Xinhoon at AMK hub to go Dhoby Ghaut for CIP. Though I didnt do 10-10, I was real satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached there, Lijuan immediately moved into Lion Mascot mode. Haha, which was real cute okay. I had my face painted into a tiger and like omg, it seriously looked so real that when I was walking with Lijuan, small innocent little children screamed and cried. Haha. Omg. But the small little children were real cute when they went, LION! MONKEY! Haha, then there was one lady who said Lijuan was a blur lion. Lol. But yeah, fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washed face for lunch. Went shopping for stuff. I bought Xinhoon &amp; Marie earings, Xinhoon's birthday is on 14th January, so this present was real late. Marie's havent come, but since I didnt want to keep it, I gave it to Marie first. Yeah. Lunch at Swensens where they were complaining about the price. Lol. But I love Swensens fries, like that is not known anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back, face painted into a butterfly. Ooh, nice. Yorklyn &amp; Cabrini came. More company. Yeah. Haha. Then people started getting all curious like:&lt;br /&gt;1. Is this a local company?&lt;br /&gt;2. How do I make sure that the money I donate goes directly to the endangered animals?&lt;br /&gt;3. Where are the animals in danger?&lt;br /&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;, how would I know. But obviously, smart me bian[1] gu[4] shi[4]. Haha. I collected lotsa money. Haha. Yeah, but then they all, one by one left me. So I did till 6 and stopped. My leg really ached by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.WAS.HERE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-2532666338883019879?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/2532666338883019879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=2532666338883019879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/2532666338883019879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/2532666338883019879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/08/heyyo-im-back-just-finished-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-603621353756184677</id><published>2007-08-18T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T20:19:16.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Favorite Color White Says About You:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourfavoritecolorsayaboutyouquiz/white.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Naive --- Innocent ---Neutral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Shy --- Serious --- Stubborn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ethical --- Honest --- Self-Important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Does Your Favorite Color Say About You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know what? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I totally agree with blogthings. All of them. Except ethical which I have no idea what it is. But whatever, see Moira &amp; Jolyne : I AM INNOCENT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, this morning was really real pissed in the beginning. Well, we did CME successfully and I'm super relieved cause I spent 3 full hours on the stupid ppt where every single website says the same thing! Gosh, 6 different website, one similar point. Wth lah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then, went to Neubronner's house. Like omg, her house is super big. So her, me &amp; Christine were doing physics mini task which was quite easily because of the auto applet. Haha. Then we finished it quite early, leaving Neubronner &amp;amp; Christine to play dragonfables, which looks a lot like battleon but whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then back home where I finished CME. &amp; finally, my weekend, except scenario &amp;amp; chinese is left. I am not bothering to do english, so many kind souls spare me homework on Monday morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Did I mention, I'm lacking behind doing teacher day's notes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I completed 3:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.Miss Joyce Lee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.Miss Chan SB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.Miss Rockey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So yeah left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 (from rosyth) + 2 (from sngs) + 3 (science teachers)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;= 6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Plus today is my brother's birthday. Happy birthday Elvern!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ERINA.WAS.HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-603621353756184677?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/603621353756184677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=603621353756184677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/603621353756184677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/603621353756184677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-your-favorite-color-white-says.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-1831798064672480477</id><published>2007-08-17T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:28:47.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I said in the last post,&lt;br /&gt;depressed me when I went home.&lt;br /&gt;Still thinking about the incident,&lt;br /&gt;Could I have handled it better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not agree with me,&lt;br /&gt;But I actually feel sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that I cant be a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;I cant. I tried, but cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way to survive SN is to a ruthless bitch now.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; all I can say is, I dont fit here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont fit. So why am I here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to thomsom plaza to direct Jerlyn from AMK hub here. I'm so sorry Jerlyn. I didnt mean to forget. &amp; when I left the house &amp;amp; rushed to the bus stop, I saw Colleen walking to Kasai Road for her piano. Haha, that was just so coincidental. Haha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still sorry Jerlyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went buy stuff. I decided to write a letter to the teachers, end, full stop. So, yes, nice present + saves money, isnt that a good thing? Plus Jerlyn had a hard time to choose between&lt;br /&gt;1. Catuses&lt;br /&gt;2. Roses&lt;br /&gt;3. Teddy bears&lt;br /&gt;4. Writing notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, so lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition was just bored. Luh, left early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother's birthday celebration. Technically my brother's birthday is tmr, but we celebrated at the Trader's Hotel. It was cool buffet. I ate till my heart's content. Gosh I'm so fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to love today all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.WAS.HERE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-1831798064672480477?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/1831798064672480477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=1831798064672480477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/1831798064672480477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/1831798064672480477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/08/as-i-said-in-last-post-depressed-me.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-6761126317677436471</id><published>2007-08-17T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T15:32:58.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im depressed today.&lt;br /&gt;Not emo&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like a bitch today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; if you think i bitch about you, I didnt.&lt;br /&gt;I just did not tell you others were bitching about you.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that's why I felt like a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to say sorry. I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, full marks history source based.&lt;br /&gt;* Jolyne dont be upset. You will do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.WAS.HERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt; I hav a feeling you hated me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think you do now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You will shhsing at the class, shouting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No one cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Deal with it&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-6761126317677436471?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/6761126317677436471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=6761126317677436471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/6761126317677436471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/6761126317677436471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-depressed-today.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-3232759985513963317</id><published>2007-08-16T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T23:10:39.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im back after a long day of school &amp; plays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was real sucky for me. I tried not to hate her, as everyone did. I didnt want to hate anyone. I plan not to. Conclusion, I dont hate her, at least I'm in denial to it. I just dont hate her &amp; I dont like her. There, she's neutral okay? I'm not a bitch. &amp;amp; I dont wanna be. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then then had choir. I felt real depressed that the altos were just out the whole time, and I tried my best to sing as I didnt know the notes, but I still couldnt get it. Miss Lim was real angry. We had sectionals and I felt real guilty I had to leave halfway at sectionals for the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert was boring anyways. Greece &amp; Troy. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.WAS.HERE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-3232759985513963317?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/3232759985513963317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=3232759985513963317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/3232759985513963317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/3232759985513963317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/08/heyyo_16.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-1973397397882315227</id><published>2007-08-15T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T16:54:04.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyyo you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SIMPLY HATE TODAY hate today HATE TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the hardest of hardest test. &amp; I'm not exaggerating this time. I'm gonna get 30, I calculated. &amp;amp; seriously, I'm not sad or anything, (seriously) because I really did think until the last minute. &amp; I tried my best. So whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moira didnt come today, so Joanna came took over. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yar, so so in conclusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i gave up being nice to Mrs Kwan&lt;br /&gt;2. I am starting to like Ms Lee &amp;amp; geography better.&lt;br /&gt;3. I hate cripsy noodles that are not soaked with soup.&lt;br /&gt;4. I have given up on milo.&lt;br /&gt;5. I hate her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I sound like a real bitch. I feel that I'm getting bitcher by the day. I dont intentionally hate her, it's such feels real irritating and real uncomfortable. I hate being a bitch. I dont wanna hate anyone, I doubt that will ever happen anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.WAS.HERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;did i mention how much i missed you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-1973397397882315227?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/1973397397882315227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=1973397397882315227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/1973397397882315227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/1973397397882315227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/08/heyyo-you-i-simply-hate-today-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-6479871572654064353</id><published>2007-08-14T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T20:32:31.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes so Erina survived a whole, long day today. Arent you proud of me? After many hrs studying history, I succeeded. Actually, I knew I wrote crap, but I really was very tired that I cant stand it. It's not so much on me not studying, it's about my health :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; I hate the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So art Ms Lin didnt come, but we were there chatting, mostly the whole class was bitching about the same person, but whatever. Bitch until got nth to bitch anymore. Isnt that a good thing (not to bitch)? Yeah, but that person knows that we hate her already, so I dont care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I'm not a bitch. No I'm not. &amp; technically, she should have expected this from truth. I know she knows. She knows about the whole class. Just to avoid confusion, it's not in charity either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Anyways, then d&amp;t was discussing about. ah whatever, how can they feel sorry not for me gosh. Mr tay heard the conversation. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I started using LMAO. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, then then Physics I was concentrating. &amp; english too. Be proud of me please. It's not everyday that I actually pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch saw Ms Rockey. Then she extended my deadline still tuesday. Okay I feel really bad now. I asked for Monday &amp; I completed every question except 12 and she's giving me an extention. Like omg, thanks you Ms Rockey, I'm gonna buy you an extra big present for teachers day. &amp;amp; she even offered to buy me lunch when she saw all I was having just jelly. Lmao. But I declined duh. THANKS MS ROCKEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir was sectionals. But was fun, but tiring sectionals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Genevieve - Jwan-vwav (haha.), agrees with Amanda &amp; Lynette, has a disgusting habit of Orange Bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of the sec 4s came back today, and many choir senior seniors. Haha, from JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.WAS.HERE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-6479871572654064353?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/6479871572654064353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=6479871572654064353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/6479871572654064353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/6479871572654064353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/08/hi-you-yes-so-erina-survived-whole-long.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-514290140819074674</id><published>2007-08-13T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T17:56:30.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back mugging history with qianyi (see Qianyi, I spelt it like you wanted to) &amp; Sinbing. HISTORY. I seriously cant stand history right now, because I cant memorise it all. Nope, zero. Normally I could, but now my brain has gone all shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, this is the part where I was discussing with qianyi what to write onto my blog. When we were at the MRT, Sinbing was like putting her ezlink card onto that electonic pad thing, then she put there, cannot work. Until I was about to point out to Sinbing, she already noticed that she put wrongly, it was supposed to be on the other one, she was putting onto the exit one. Then me &amp; qianyi were just laughing our way to Bishan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought cards for the teachers. &amp; apparently I have to do the math scenario thing. Due next Monday. Oh, thanks Ms Rockey for the extended deadline. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt; I hate you for hating me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes I know you hate me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you &amp; you &amp;amp; you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;though I dont know why,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;just back off&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-514290140819074674?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/514290140819074674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=514290140819074674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/514290140819074674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/514290140819074674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/08/heyyo.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-2737024572642420932</id><published>2007-08-12T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T09:10:41.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what?&lt;br /&gt;Short posts work for me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch PERFECT STRANGER&lt;br /&gt;Cause it seemed like a cool show.&lt;br /&gt;Until I found out it was NC16 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lotsa lotsa homework to be done.&lt;br /&gt;None of them I started.&lt;br /&gt;Especially the ever so infamous drama journal.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.WAS.HERE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-2737024572642420932?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/2737024572642420932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=2737024572642420932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/2737024572642420932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/2737024572642420932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-know-what-short-posts-work-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-2463866657570808846</id><published>2007-08-11T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T21:08:34.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My nephew has a name.&lt;br /&gt;Eason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of thousand different things Esen.&lt;br /&gt;But dont worry he wont turn out gay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-2463866657570808846?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/2463866657570808846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=2463866657570808846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/2463866657570808846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/2463866657570808846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-nephew-has-name.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-2297187961065640581</id><published>2007-08-11T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T17:07:54.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today has been real bored,&lt;br /&gt;actually, it was&lt;br /&gt;9/8, 10/8, 11/8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I know there are lotsa homework to be done &amp;amp; all,&lt;br /&gt;but somehow I just cant be bothered,&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm gonna have to do tons of homework tmr,&lt;br /&gt;but I seriously, am not doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the worst part is I have been crying, alot.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;After every show I watch,&lt;br /&gt;tears just started to trickle down my cheeks onto the bedsheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; I got this from friendster&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls cry because&lt;br /&gt;1. They're sad...&lt;br /&gt;2. They're scared...&lt;br /&gt;3. They're nervous...&lt;br /&gt;4. They're frustrated...&lt;br /&gt;5. They're missing someone...&lt;br /&gt;6. They're alone...&lt;br /&gt;7. They're PMSing...&lt;br /&gt;8. They're pregnant..&lt;br /&gt;9. Their heart is broken...&lt;br /&gt;10. They're in love...&lt;br /&gt;11. Their souls have been torn...&lt;br /&gt;12. THEY MET A BOY THEY CANT HAVE...&lt;br /&gt;13. They fell in love with a boy...&lt;br /&gt;14. They hurt so bad inside...&lt;br /&gt;15. They're mad...&lt;br /&gt;16. Something bad happend...&lt;br /&gt;17. JUST BECAUSE THEY FEEL LIKE CRYING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt captalise any of them, they were captalise for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i totally agree with no.17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's something wrong with me, and i dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.WAS.HERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS; to the people who want to send me to counselling, im not in need of physiological help thank you. and onto of that, i have no time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-2297187961065640581?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/2297187961065640581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=2297187961065640581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/2297187961065640581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/2297187961065640581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-has-been-real-bored-actually-it.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-7244134447870127160</id><published>2007-08-11T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T09:29:13.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm gonna take out my braces,&lt;br /&gt;like next month most probably.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, quiz time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Name 10 person to take this quiz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp; answer the following questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tagging the following people soon :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WEIXIN&lt;br /&gt;2.CHRISTINE&lt;br /&gt;3. JERLYN&lt;br /&gt;4. SINBING&lt;br /&gt;5. TAYLIN&lt;br /&gt;6. JOANNA&lt;br /&gt;7. MEGAN&lt;br /&gt;8. TESSA&lt;br /&gt;9. MARIE&lt;br /&gt;10. NICOLE CHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who is no.6 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;[Joanna!] I dont know?&lt;br /&gt;I dont think she is having a relationship in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Is no.9 a female or male?&lt;br /&gt;[Marie!] Judging by her name, I have to say she's a girl.&lt;br /&gt;But, she cut her hair so short, that no she doesnt look like a guy, she looks ah lian! (yeah marie! no off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If no. 7 &amp; no.10 were together, will that be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;[Megan &amp;amp; Nicole Chan] That is so weird &amp; different?&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Chan will obviously pollute Megan's oh-so- innocent mind. (ahem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How about no.8 &amp; no.5?&lt;br /&gt;[Tessa &amp;amp; Taylin] Dare not imagines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is no. 2 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;[Christine] What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;Studying the same thing as me &amp; everyone else there?&lt;br /&gt;But she's probably doing math now, math-pro-er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When was the last time you had a chat with no.3?&lt;br /&gt;[Jerlyn] Not too long ago.&lt;br /&gt;Like last week? Dont worry I will call you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What kinda music does no.8 like?&lt;br /&gt;[Tessa] Easiest answer!&lt;br /&gt;Chinese music + those (like wait for you - elliot yamin) that weixin doesnt like. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Does no.1 have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;[Weixin] yeah!&lt;br /&gt;An older brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Would you woo no.3?&lt;br /&gt;[Jerlyn] I'm not les/bi . wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How about no.7?&lt;br /&gt;[Megan] LET'S leave that to Yeye Miaky.&lt;br /&gt;Right Nainai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Is no.4 single?&lt;br /&gt;[Sinbing] I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.What is the surname of no.5?&lt;br /&gt;[Taylin] Tay,&lt;br /&gt;With her name Lin. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is the hobby of no.4?&lt;br /&gt;[Sinbing] BEING HIGH!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; crapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do no5 &amp; no. 9 get along well?&lt;br /&gt;[Taylin &amp;amp; marie] sure!&lt;br /&gt;If they know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Where's no.2 studying at?&lt;br /&gt;[Christine] The same class as me.&lt;br /&gt;1 Truth! in SNGS singapore. Detailed enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Talk something casually about no.1?&lt;br /&gt;[Weixin] Huh? Dont get question?&lt;br /&gt;As in music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Have you try to develop feelings with no.8?&lt;br /&gt;[Tessa] No.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should understand I'm not les/bi before they start asking me qns like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Where does no.9 live at?&lt;br /&gt;[Marie] I'm not sure?&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere at Lentor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What colour does no.4 like?&lt;br /&gt;[Sinbing] Oh, shit, forgot.&lt;br /&gt;Luh, ITHINK yellow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Are no.5 &amp; no.1 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;[Taylin &amp;amp; Weixin] They are close friends,&lt;br /&gt;but not sure best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Does no.7 like no.2&lt;br /&gt;[Megan &amp; Christine] As friends,&lt;br /&gt;as lovers not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How did you know no.2?&lt;br /&gt;[Christine] She's my classmate who sits behind me.&lt;br /&gt;like, lol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Does no.1 have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;[Weixin] You know what?&lt;br /&gt;I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Is no.7 the sexiest person in the world.&lt;br /&gt;[Megan] In my perspective (cause I'm not a les) no.&lt;br /&gt;In yeye, maybe. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.WAS.HERE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-7244134447870127160?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/7244134447870127160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=7244134447870127160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/7244134447870127160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/7244134447870127160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-gonna-take-out-my-braces-like-next.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-8339102396982030372</id><published>2007-08-09T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T22:01:12.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A child was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not any child. My nephew. on 08/08/07, Delena's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Though I dont know his name, it's so cool.&lt;br /&gt;My first nephew, with 2 nieces.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See next year,&lt;br /&gt;His one-year-old celebration will be on 08/08/08,&lt;br /&gt;Just like Maryanne's 07/07/07.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; his birthday would always be one before spore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yesterday's dikir barat was screwed. Screwed so much that I dare not think about it, or relate about it. We did better in the inter-class competition. So much better. One truth is too complacent about the dikir barat, but the screwest was still at the kebun baru cc, which was the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Community singing was fun! We will get there, I now realise, is a real cool song. Seriously, quite sick of home &amp; dont get will you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My national day eve was, yes, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went watch Lee Da Sha, or Big Fool Lee.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was quite nice, till I slept. But the ending, when he died, was real touching. &amp; quite a number of people slept too anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when I wanted to go back home, I cross the road to Bugis MRT, failing to realise that children under 15 will be caught if they are out on the streets alone after 11pm. I only realise this law the next morning when Amanda told me. Then I took such a big big risk. From Bugis, all the way to YCK, like wow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National day parade was nice (on tv). I loved the fireworks that I could see from my grandma's hse which was on the 27th story. Cool day, hating history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.WAS.HERE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-8339102396982030372?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/8339102396982030372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=8339102396982030372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/8339102396982030372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/8339102396982030372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/08/child-was-born.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-6272556926864735544</id><published>2007-08-08T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T13:32:44.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didnt get it&lt;br /&gt;I never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me why my short posts are like that,&lt;br /&gt;feeling real emo&lt;br /&gt;&amp; btw, I hate emos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes,&lt;br /&gt;shut up &amp; drive blasting in my brain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-6272556926864735544?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/6272556926864735544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=6272556926864735544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/6272556926864735544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/6272556926864735544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-didnt-get-it-i-never-will.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-4449308164964460769</id><published>2007-08-07T15:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T15:31:28.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SO.&lt;br /&gt;MY WORKSHEETS ARE GONE.&lt;br /&gt;POOF* THIN AIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY WAS JUST CRAP. I SAT OUT TODAY, 1ST TIME FOR EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;everyone is ignoring me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;&amp;amp; i dont care anymore&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.WAS.HERE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-4449308164964460769?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/4449308164964460769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=4449308164964460769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/4449308164964460769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/4449308164964460769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/08/so.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-2169349046198338314</id><published>2007-08-06T08:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T08:15:09.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;Down with fever &amp; sore throat, &amp;amp; body ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had perform dikir barat in front of then kebun baru cc. Screwed up! Cause, cause, mic is like, the intensity is too loud, then wehn put mic in front of my mouth, then is like, so loud! Then I moved it away, then from the people behind, I couldnt be heard at all. Gosh. Screws. I hate mics. Projection of voice is better. Then stayed at Raffles hotel. High tea was cool! Supper ate at TCC which is like, so super cool, cause have bean bags to sit on while eating. Ate pizza baguette &amp; lychee jazz &amp;amp; tiramisu. Yum! It's like, so cool! It's my alltime favourite restaurant. &amp;&amp;amp; we stayed at raffles hotel. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, went to Botanic Gardens. And gosh was it pretty. It was like my first time, and my dad's second. How pathetic. Then went to clarke quay to interview people for the geog project with Joanna &amp; Sharon. Met Amanda, Shuqing, Hillary &amp;amp; Chantel there. We interviewed 15 people but only like 10+ gave us useful information? Martha came a lil late cause she had to go chuch. In all, I spent 4 hrs under the sun (with no sunblock). Went to macs to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we reached Megan's house, I was already having a massive headache. In Sharon's brain, I was suffering from dehydration. Is it that easy to get dehydration anyways? It felt really bad. The project wasnt exactly going smoothly either. We forgot refernce to poem, the board wasnt big enough, there was lack of pictures, then more. Then like whatever. We were super exhausted &amp; I felt really bad because due to my heahache &amp;amp; such, I didnt help as hard as I should. They ate pizza, but I refuse to eat. Drank lotsa lotsa water. Gosh! I cant believe I drank that much. Oh well, 4 hrs under the sun with no sunblock cant exactly do you good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;TODAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT GOING TO SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;NOT GOING FOR DIKIR BARAT REHEARSAL.&lt;br /&gt;NOT GOING FOR TUITION.&lt;br /&gt;NOT EVEN GOING FOR RGS CONCERT. I'm sorry Maryanne, Jerlyn &amp; Cassandra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.WAS.HERE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-2169349046198338314?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/2169349046198338314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=2169349046198338314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/2169349046198338314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/2169349046198338314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-5153397213853776082</id><published>2007-08-04T13:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T13:38:13.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha. Excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mel for uploading this photo! :)))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w188/erina305/drama-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our drama class.&lt;br /&gt;Opening for playbuilding. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.WAS.HERE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-5153397213853776082?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/5153397213853776082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=5153397213853776082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/5153397213853776082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/5153397213853776082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/08/haha_04.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-7878241457337155893</id><published>2007-08-04T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T08:41:24.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay, thanks to Joanna's blog, I decided to take the handwriting analysis test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a graphologist, the spacing on the page reflects the writer's attitude toward their own world and relationship to things in his or her own space.  If the inputted data was correct Erina has left some white space on the left side of the paper. Erina fills up the rest of the page in a normal fashion moving the entire writing rightward as she moves down the page. If this is true, then Erina has  a healthy relationship to the past and is ready to move on. The right side of the page represents the future and Erina is ready and willing to get started living now and planning for the future.  Erina is leaving the past behind and moving on to what she perceives as an exciting and enticing future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erina exaggerates about everything that has a physical nature. Although she may not intend to deceive or mislead, she blows things way out of proportion because that is the way she views them. She will be a good story teller. This exaggeration relates to all areas of her material world. Erina allows many people into her life because she is accepting and trusting. She is sometimes called gullible by her friends. That only really means that she trusts too many people. Erina has a vivid imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erina has a healthy imagination and displays a fair amount of trust. She lets new people into her circle of friends. She uses her imagination to understand new ideas, things, and people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erina is selective when picking friends. She does not trust everyone. She has a select group of people that are truly close to her, usually two or three. She is careful when choosing her inner circle of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erina is constantly disappointed when trying to reach success. She works very hard, perhaps harder than most, then just before succeeding, something happens that keeps her from success. Often, Erina changes to a second project just before the first one is finished, thus failing to complete the first project. Sometimes she changes because she feels she needs a different challenge. Erina feels dejected. This feeling relates to her failures. This trait is very important in a working situation and in a relationship. She must be handled in a very special way to get the most work from her or to make a relationship last. Concerning this trait, personality modification is available to change her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erina is very selective when choosing her inner circle of friends. She excludes all but a few from her fellowship. She limits her intimate friends to one or maybe two people. She tends not to trust the masses of people but chooses only a few to trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erina is very self-sufficient. She is trying not to need anyone. She is capable of making it on her own. She probably wants and enjoys people, but she doesn't "need" them. She can be a loner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erina has a temper. She uses this as a defense mechanism when she doesn't understand how to handle a situation. Temper is a hostile trait used to protect the ego. Temper can be a negative personality trait in the eyes of those around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erina is a practical person whose goals are planned, practical, and down to earth.  This is typical of people with normal healthy self-esteem. She needs to visualize the end of a project before she starts.  she finds joy in anticipation and planning.  Notice that I said she plans everything she is going to do, that doesn't necessarily mean things go as planned.  Erina basically feels good about herself.  She has a positive self-esteem which contributes to her success.  She feels she has the ability to achieve anything she sets her mind to.  However, she sets her goals using practicality-- not too "out of reach".  She has enough self-confidence to leave a bad situation, yet, she will not take great risks, as they relate to her goals.  A good esteem is one key to a happy life.  Although there is room for improvement in the confidence catagery, her self-perception is better than average&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erina is a cumulative and procedural thinker. She likes to have all the facts before making a decision. She thinks or creates much like a brick mason, stacking fact upon fact. Her thought pattern or the conclusion will not be complete until the last fact is in place. Like that brick wall, Erina learns faster through visual demonstration than through quick verbal instructions. Once she has learned new material, and understood it, she won't forget. Erina is a methodical thinker, therefore she is able to build things and come up with new ideas. In an argument, she often loses to rapid thinking people because she is thinking thirty minutes later about what she should have said. These people often are very booksmart, but can be out-gunned in a rapid fire verbal debate. She may learn new ideas at a slower pace than other "less detailed" people, but once she gets it, she can handle repetition. Some people hate jobs with too much repetition, she can handle it better than most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Erina will be candid and direct when expressing her opinion. She will tell them what she thinks if they ask for it, whether they like it or not. So, if they don't really want her opinion, don't ask for it!&lt;/span&gt; So true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erina is moderately outgoing. Her emotions are stirred by sympathy and heart rendering stories. In fact, she can be kind, friendly, affectionate and considerate of others. She has the ability to put herself into the other person's shoes. Erina will be somewhat moody, with highs and lows. Sometimes she will be happy, the next day she might be sad. She has the unique ability to get along equally well with what psychology calls introverts and extroverts. This is because she is in between. Psychology calls Erina an ambivert. She understands the needs of both types. Although they get along, she will not tolerate anyone that is too "far out." She doesn't sway too far one way or the other. When convincing her to buy a product or an idea, a heart rendering story could mean a great deal to her. She puts herself in the same situation as the person in the story, yet she will not buy anything that seems overly impractical or illogical. Erina is an expressive person. She outwardly shows her emotions. She may even show traces of tears when hearing a sad story. Erina is a "middle-of-the-roader," politically as well as logically. She weighs both sides of an issue, sits on the fence, and then will decide when she finally has to. She basically doesn't relate to any far out ideas and usually won't go to the extreme on any issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People that write their letters in an average height and average size are moderate in their ability to interact socially.  According to the data input, Erina doesn't write too large or too small, indicating a balanced ability to be social and interact with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY WEIXIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY EDISON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEBBIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YEAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.WAS.HERE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-7878241457337155893?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/7878241457337155893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=7878241457337155893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/7878241457337155893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/7878241457337155893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/08/yay-thanks-to-joannas-blog-i-decided-to.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-836701288722582560</id><published>2007-08-03T15:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T15:38:05.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just received Ms Lim (Conductor) email saying that she prayed for each &amp; everyone of us, because she felt very blessed. &amp;amp; even though I'm not a Christian, I think that I too am very blessed to be in SNchoir. Cause of the wonderful people I met there. &amp; that, there's no other cca I rather be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still touched. Dont worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to com lab for history. Luh, I hate source-based. Yes, it was really irritating. Overall, I rode 1/3 page for each question? GRADED. Luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Hcl, surprisingly hasnt really disappointed my tingxie marks. 88. Still okay right? Science was just plain confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess, dikir barat. Then went to see Su lao shi &amp; Mrs Lim whether we can go to class &amp;amp; eat. Cause like, there was no time as dikir barat performance is tmr. Gosh. KEBUN BAHRU NATIONAL DAY, MY BROTHER'S BIRTHDAY, WEIXIN'S BIRTHDAY. WOW? YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then math, was okay. Drama was super fun! MORE DIKIR BARAT PRACTICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END TO LONG DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.WAS.HERE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-836701288722582560?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/836701288722582560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=836701288722582560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/836701288722582560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/836701288722582560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-feel-touched.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-1704979925244848987</id><published>2007-08-02T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T15:39:05.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am taking Jodie's quiz.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I want to post.&lt;br /&gt;Dont mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I realise the numbers are crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;001. name : Erina!&lt;br /&gt;002. nickname: Mableline (invented by MR GAN)&lt;br /&gt;003. single or taken : IM SINGLE, YET UNAVAILABLE. PLEASE REFER TO PACT.&lt;br /&gt;004. zodiac sign : Zodiac = Dog, Horoscope = Gemini (be more clearer can)&lt;br /&gt;005. male or female : female&lt;br /&gt;006. elementary : ROSYTH&lt;br /&gt;007. high : st nicks!&lt;br /&gt;008. college : Er, I'm 13. Young for JC? Reminds, not child prodigy.&lt;br /&gt;009. eye color : HAZEL. Wait, what is hazel?&lt;br /&gt;010. hair color : Black&lt;br /&gt;011. long or short hair : LONg&lt;br /&gt;012. shoe size : Who actually checks what kinda shoes you are wearing? Just wear lah.&lt;br /&gt;013. asthma? : Nope&lt;br /&gt;014. are you health freak : Saliva conscience, a little&lt;br /&gt;015. height : 153. Pathetic? Yes agreed&lt;br /&gt;016. do you have a crush on someone: Havent you read my pact?&lt;br /&gt;017. do you like yourself: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;018. piercings : Dont care.&lt;br /&gt;019. tattoos : Yar right&lt;br /&gt;020. righty or lefty : right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;br /&gt;022. first surgery : DOnt have yet&lt;br /&gt;023. first piercing : 10&lt;br /&gt;024. first bestfriend : Er, some kindergarten person. I think her name was Serina. S-erina. She's real&lt;br /&gt;025. first movie : Thinks. Sleeping Beauty?&lt;br /&gt;026. First sport you joined: Never joined&lt;br /&gt;027. first pet : fish. Lol&lt;br /&gt;028. first vacation : Sentosa! :D&lt;br /&gt;029. first concert : unknown&lt;br /&gt;030. first crush : SHUT UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY :&lt;br /&gt;049. eating : nothing&lt;br /&gt;050. drinking : nothing&lt;br /&gt;052. i am : supposed to file geography (which duh let;'s forget) &amp; bathe.&lt;br /&gt;53. listening to : Everytime we touch - Cascada&lt;br /&gt;055. waiting for : 18!&lt;br /&gt;057. wearing : School uniform. Needs to bathe rmb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;br /&gt;058.want kids? : Right..&lt;br /&gt;059. want to get married? :Maybe&lt;br /&gt;.060. careers in mind? : Lecturer. Prepare to call me Dr. Erina Tan! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX? :&lt;br /&gt;068. lips or eyes?: Does it really matter?&lt;br /&gt;069. hugs or kisses : Any.&lt;br /&gt;070. shorter or taller : Luh taller duh&lt;br /&gt;072. romantic or spontaneous : Both?&lt;br /&gt;073. stomach or arms : Stomach? Arms? There's a difference?&lt;br /&gt;074. sensitive or loud: BOTH!&lt;br /&gt;075. hook-up or relationship: Wow, how cool can a one night stand be? (For those people who are freakingish blur, it's called sarcasm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;078. kissed a stranger : wth&lt;br /&gt;080. lost glasses/contacts : dont have&lt;br /&gt;081. ran away from home : wanted to. when i was young. I packed my dolls. Haha&lt;br /&gt;082. broken any bones : Nope&lt;br /&gt;084. broken someone's heart : Er, yes. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;085. been arrested : nope!&lt;br /&gt;086. turned someone down : yes, lol. apparently.&lt;br /&gt;087. cried when someone died :thinks. I think so but I dont rmb who&lt;br /&gt;088. liked a friend : of course I like my friend. Then why would he/she be your friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;089. yourself: depends&lt;br /&gt;090. miracles : yes&lt;br /&gt;091. love at first sight : yes&lt;br /&gt;092. heaven : yes&lt;br /&gt;093. santa claus : right..&lt;br /&gt;.094. fairies : nope&lt;br /&gt;095. kissing on the first date : no comments&lt;br /&gt;096. angels : yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY :&lt;br /&gt;097. Is there one or more people you want to be with right now? : &amp;amp; I would know.&lt;br /&gt;098. Is Superman really better than Batman? :Do I look like those kind who care?&lt;br /&gt;099. Have you had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at the same time? : No.&lt;br /&gt;100. Ever did anything naughty before?: Define naughty. Not doing homework/bathing when I'm supposed to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHAN IS COMING BACK TMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.WAS.HERE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-1704979925244848987?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/1704979925244848987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=1704979925244848987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/1704979925244848987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/1704979925244848987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/08/am-taking-jodies-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-5458341369870615891</id><published>2007-08-01T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T16:09:23.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>August.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. No comments. Cause boring stuff happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Moira didnt come today. Apparently sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;Is that a good thing? My mind didnt get polluted today. Innocent SMILE. (Not lust)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, &amp; geography marks is OKAY. Not good, just average kinda mark.&lt;br /&gt;Ms chan still not here. Ms Lam still taking over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNEEZING THE DAY AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;OR AS MEGAN (NAINAI) SAYS IT,&lt;br /&gt;BIMBOTIC SNEEZE. (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally the class deco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.WAS.HERE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-5458341369870615891?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/5458341369870615891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=5458341369870615891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/5458341369870615891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/5458341369870615891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/08/august.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-2272332769114118493</id><published>2007-07-31T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T19:13:27.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 truth is just polluting my mind now.&lt;br /&gt;especially Moira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, &amp; today just sucked. Though Chan didnt come today, C/Test wasnt much better. It was freaking easy. &amp;amp; I chose to copy the QUESTION (NOT ANSWER) QUESTION wrongly. Like wth? I can just kill Ms Rockey for setting this paper. Ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art was, like, no comments. I hate art. Never liked it, never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HCL. We got back our stupid Chinese Test. I didnt fail (thank god) when 7/21 people failed. So I should be counted pretty lucky. &amp; I should improve on Chinese Vocabulary. Cause all vocab questions were crappy wrong. I just wanted to kill today, Ryan Kwan's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Ryan Kwan, thanks alot. I hate today, which happens to be your birthday. Deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then RECESS was for science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;T was actually fun. I actually am looking forward to next week's lesson. Cause today we supposed to do some wood plaque thing for something, then I drew the [my heart will always be with you] handphone screensaver ghost person, and it looked out okay, until i started using that stupid machine thing to cut it. Only my straight lines are straight. The rest were out, in whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science. I hate physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was _______.&lt;br /&gt;Fill in the blanks if Mrs Kwan were your english teacher. You will just die of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOIR. Luh, I cant sing (as they said manly enough). &amp; Serene is somehow supposed to teach me according to Mrs On. Luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;erina.was.here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-2272332769114118493?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/2272332769114118493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=2272332769114118493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/2272332769114118493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/2272332769114118493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/07/1-truth-is-just-polluting-my-mind-now.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-2406996045472617959</id><published>2007-07-30T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T18:09:22.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love mugging with Qianyi, Sinbing &amp; Sophia. At first I didnt want to, cause Moira &amp;amp; Christine were mugging at macs, and I was too lazy to travel to J8, but in the end, fun experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; btw, I met 3 rosythians.&lt;br /&gt;1. Amanda Ang (o6)&lt;br /&gt;2. Amanda Cheng (o2)&lt;br /&gt;3. Jynn Chee (o5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS CHAN DIDNT COME. SHE'S OFF AT CHINA. OH, THANKS CHINA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Elit was taken by Ms Debra Lam. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then English was CRAPCRAPCRAP. Cause you can tell no one was actually listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN THEN&lt;br /&gt;HCL - LOL. DONT ASK.&lt;br /&gt;MALAY - CRAP!&lt;br /&gt;MATH - was hardworking. OMG? Yes I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teamwork SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;YORKIE, LUCKY. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE SYMMETRY.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE MATH.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE ALGEBRA.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE PHYSICS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW GET IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRINKING TEA TILL 3. PEOPLE KEEP ME COMPANY PLEASE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Why am I crying my eyes out for you. Didnt I say that I wont care anymore. Just disappear from the world wont you? I made a pact, intending to keep it. So for once, leave me along. I cried yesterday for you. Are you happy now? &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.WAS.HERE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-2406996045472617959?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/2406996045472617959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=2406996045472617959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/2406996045472617959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/2406996045472617959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/07/yeah-came-back.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-2565969400607247190</id><published>2007-07-29T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T20:18:09.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I changed my url to &lt;a href="http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's been awhile since I changed URL though I'm not really sick of l0velies.&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I think that fabricatedillusions would actually stick with me for my blogging life (for once) which is kinda weird judging by how fickle minded I am in blogs.&lt;br /&gt;Plus I love this skin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;Today went to Megan's house to do project with Joanna &amp; Sharon&lt;br /&gt;Room = repainted RED. GOSH I WANT.&lt;br /&gt;My room is still yellow -_-"&lt;br /&gt;Slacked.&lt;br /&gt;Cause Martha wasnt there,&lt;br /&gt;if not she was drive me to the point that I musnt waste time :(&lt;br /&gt;Martha went Malaysia :(&lt;br /&gt;Means no one in front to talk to :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough,&lt;br /&gt;so we actually collated all information &amp; such,&lt;br /&gt;ate nachos,&lt;br /&gt;played drums,&lt;br /&gt;maple (Sharon wanted to so badly)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I forgot what other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUH!&lt;br /&gt;I no one go school tmr :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG CHILDISH POST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.WAS.HERE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-2565969400607247190?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/2565969400607247190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=2565969400607247190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/2565969400607247190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/2565969400607247190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/07/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-6675078200489595162</id><published>2007-07-28T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T19:51:08.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;MUSIC QUIZ 2.0&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Haha! FUN QUIZ TAKE FROM PEARL'S BLOG :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES&lt;br /&gt;1. put ur music player on shuffle&lt;br /&gt;2. for each ques, press the next button to get ure ans, you must write the song name down no matter how silly it sounds!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS " IS IT OK?" YOU SAY&lt;br /&gt;~Zoom (Tata Young)&lt;br /&gt;-Er, what? Is this my catch phrase or something? It really sounds like it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;br /&gt;~This aint a scene, it's an arms race - fall out boy&lt;br /&gt;Like, huh? Im not kiasu like typical singaporeans. Well that's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;~The happy song - Jojo&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I LIKE PEOPLE TO BE HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;~ Fighter - Christina Aguilera&lt;br /&gt;Fighting against the cold with no jacket, washing purposes. &amp; no fan, only blanket :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your life purpose?&lt;br /&gt;~ Kiss me - Cassie&lt;br /&gt;SO WRONG, REFER TO MY PACT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;~Nothing's wrong with me - Pixel Perfect&lt;br /&gt;Ah, perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;~Not that kinda girl - Jojo&lt;br /&gt;Like, I'm not that kinda kinda girl. Pure and ahemINNOCENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT YOUR PARENTS&lt;br /&gt;~Voodoo Doll - Fergie&lt;br /&gt;Er, no. I treat my parents fairly well! They are not my dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN&lt;br /&gt;~You found me - Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;Please, I dont wanna elaborate. Plus, it's history (as in not subject)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BESTIES?&lt;br /&gt;~It ends tonight - All American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;Dejavu from Weixin's quiz. Haha. Copyright from her: NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;~Notice Me - Pixel Perfect&lt;br /&gt;As i repeated, HISTORY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP??&lt;br /&gt;~Audio Delite At Low Fidelity - Black eyed peas&lt;br /&gt;Havent heard this song. No comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;~Promiscous Girl - Nelly Furtado&lt;br /&gt;No! I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;~Sophomore Slump Or Comeback Of The Year - Fall out boy&lt;br /&gt;Heard the song before, but forgot what it was all about. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?&lt;br /&gt;~The way I are - Timbaland&lt;br /&gt;Im not afraid to be who I are! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;~1985 - Bowling for Soup&lt;br /&gt;Old fashioned? Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SONG WILL BE YOUR SUBJECT WHEN YOU POST?&lt;br /&gt;~Umbrella (remix) - Rihanna &amp; Lil Mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What subject?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.WAS.HERE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-6675078200489595162?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/6675078200489595162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=6675078200489595162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/6675078200489595162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/6675078200489595162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/07/music-quiz-2.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-8694774441746486994</id><published>2007-07-28T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T16:59:35.483+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PROMISES.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DECIDED LONG AGO,&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOW I DECIDED TO MAKE IT FINAL :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna date any guys till the age of 18.&lt;br /&gt;To take care of that virginaty prediction by vanessa n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say I can't live to the pact.&lt;br /&gt;I'll show them wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I believe I'm too young to date; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp; I believe that I can make the pact work;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take that world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'LL PROVE YOU GUYS WRONG. I REALLY HOPE TO. &amp;amp; I SHANT CRY MY EYES OUT FOR OTHER WORTHLESS GUYS ANYMORE. IM INDEPENT! 18. 5 MORE YEARS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.WAS.HERE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-8694774441746486994?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/8694774441746486994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=8694774441746486994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/8694774441746486994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/8694774441746486994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/07/luh.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-2483085318417066080</id><published>2007-07-28T08:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T08:47:04.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I posted.&lt;br /&gt;3 days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had PE where we were playing street netball which just sucks lah, need to pass back to transverse line. &amp; btw, im over transverse line, so every time the opponent gets the ball, i will just go crazy saying TRANSVERSE LINE again, until they realise. Ah, losing my breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, MUSIC was like, lol. Wanted to practice dikir barat for national day, and it was just a flop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HCL. We got back descriptive writing (in chinese mind you) &amp;amp; SI HAN. Si han was like okay. At least I improve by one mark to the practice. Descriptive writing I could have done so much better than a pathetic 69. I mean, everyone was really nervous about dikir barat, cause we were writing on the dikir barat day, so like, there was clearly no effort. &amp; this will be counted into PPR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math got back PART A, which sucks. Although I have a B3, it's a low B3. Considering that alot of people failed, I was really scared. &amp;amp; that I was determined not to let math to be the first subject I fail (excluding CLIT) &amp; to put in more effort into studying MATH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembly, clit. math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOIR was surprisingly okay. Not the screeching no body sngs pronounciation kinda voice. Ms Lim was actually happy. The sec 4s came back too. The innocent pleasure song was gone. It was really bad at first, but the more I sing it, the nicer it was. Strange. Was Ms Lim's birthday. Made us sing happy birthday in some high key, which was like the highest note in happy birthday was sorta a screech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;FRIDAY &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HISTORY, CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;HCL, CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;SCIENCE, CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;RECESS, MORE CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONCLUSION : FIRST HALF OF THE DAY, WAS TALKING CRAP. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math got back PART B. Was satisfied with it, but I could have gotten full marks! AH. SCREAMs. LOL. YES, BUT STILL SATISFIED. MUCH BETTER THAN PART A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRAMA, FUN! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.WAS.HERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, WE HAVE CLASS TEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-2483085318417066080?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/2483085318417066080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=2483085318417066080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/2483085318417066080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/2483085318417066080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-been-long-time-since-i-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-3362882342380421808</id><published>2007-07-25T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T15:18:17.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At round 5.50am today, Dan &amp; Young spoke to me! Yes, dan&amp;amp;young from 987fm! Like, was playin 5 at 5! Ah. Details!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Before recording&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan&amp;young: Hi!&lt;br /&gt;erina: hey!&lt;br /&gt;dan&amp;amp;young: what's your name?&lt;br /&gt;erina: erina!&lt;br /&gt;dan&amp;young:elena or erina?&lt;br /&gt;erina: erina!&lt;br /&gt;dan&amp;amp;young: oh elena&lt;br /&gt;(Is my pronunication that bad?)&lt;br /&gt;dan&amp;young: so what school are you from?&lt;br /&gt;erina: SNGS&lt;br /&gt;dan&amp;amp;young: (talking to themselves SNGS?)&lt;br /&gt;erina: st nicholas&lt;br /&gt;dan&amp;young: oh! i thought st margarets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Recording&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan&amp;young: it's 5 at 5. today is a special day. we have a saint in the house. (pause) saint elena!&lt;br /&gt;erina: (laughing at the back)&lt;br /&gt;dan&amp;amp;young: she comes from SAINT nicks.&lt;br /&gt;erina: (still laughing)&lt;br /&gt;dan&amp;young: so elena, we're playing 5 at 5. the theme is "do".&lt;br /&gt;-plays songs-&lt;br /&gt;erina: number 5, paula deanda's doing too much&lt;br /&gt;young: did i influence you to choose this song in anyway?&lt;br /&gt;erina: no (laughs)&lt;br /&gt;dan: yar, it's a nice song! enjoy&lt;br /&gt;dan&amp;amp;young: thanks for calling! bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hangs up-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool 5.50? Lol! I love 987! &amp; Doing too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School, nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;Except for the fact that Baby V, Moira, Jolyne, Christine &amp; Van C are polluting my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo&lt;br /&gt;erina.was.here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-3362882342380421808?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/3362882342380421808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=3362882342380421808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/3362882342380421808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/3362882342380421808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/07/yeah-at-round-5.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-4659945706697805250</id><published>2007-07-24T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T19:02:09.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cried my eyes to the sleep.&lt;br /&gt;throw it away,&lt;br /&gt;forget yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;we'll make the great escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. My dn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 296px; HEIGHT: 248px" height="248" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w188/erina305/truth.jpg" width="361" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 291px; HEIGHT: 255px" height="247" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w188/erina305/truthtruth.jpg" width="329" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 288px; HEIGHT: 234px" height="250" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w188/erina305/truthtruthtruth.jpg" width="348" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken on LAST FRIDAY.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, one truth love bug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 306px; HEIGHT: 262px" height="410" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w188/erina305/22072007129-001.jpg" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Chan &amp; Me on FAMILY DAY THE KEBUN BAHRU THING. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, life as been smooth sailing these two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;YESTERDAY &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon's china buddy sat next to me &amp;amp; Sharon. Omg she is like so cute lah. She tied her hair in two pony tails with pink rubber band. Lol. Too much info?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, SHE LOVES TO SING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 322px; HEIGHT: 251px" height="625" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w188/erina305/DSC00791.jpg" width="554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise my hair is messy. VERY MESSY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the china student TENG SHI is seriously very cute &amp; very nice. She is like 12? &amp;amp; taking sec two? Pro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography Test today, sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped choir today. Drama workshop with HuangShan Students. I think they were a little too noisy. The Chengdu ones, like Tengshi, are more guai-er. Then Ms Chong asked us (Me, Sharon &amp;amp; Joanna) to be like "props" in the pictures the Chengdu people's camera. THERE WERE LIKE MORE THAN 20 CAMERAS? AND BTW, POSING? LOL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;erina.was.here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-4659945706697805250?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/4659945706697805250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=4659945706697805250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/4659945706697805250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/4659945706697805250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/07/cried-my-eyes-to-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-4155071559108931646</id><published>2007-07-22T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T20:19:32.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yar, so okay. Today was interesting. Btw, HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRISTINE! Yes, so anyways, KEBUM BAHRU FAMILY DAY. One word, muddy. SHOES, MUDDY. SOCKS, MUDDY. LEGS, MUDDY. HEELS, MUDDY. MUD FEST! Haha! Yes, so we earned 5 CIP hours for stonning! Haha! FUN TIME, dontcha think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, then after the cip hours, we went to Yorkie's house to wash. XI SHUA SHUA, XI SHUA SHUA. &amp; Yes, FUN! (sarcasm). My shoe was first one to CLEAN! Yeah! Eh, then Poppy keep smelling my leg leh. Scary. So then off to AMK HUB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Martha there (yellow feather), then ate macs! Woo! So left, I (YOURS TRUELY), Christine (Birthday girl!), Martha (Yellow feather), Megan (Nainai Hamster RIN), Cabrini (Cabby) &amp; Yorklyn (YORKIE!~). Then walked round AMK HUB buy stuff. I bought this thick green glitter hairbands which are like $2.90 &amp;amp; they are so NICE! Like wow. The rest bought white shorts. (For National Day). Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at 3.30, Megan went meet Miaky &amp; co. So Martha, Yorkie &amp;amp; I were like following, till at one point we felt bored &amp; went shop more! Then Christine, Cabby &amp;amp; Martha want go home! So Yorkie &amp; I stayed with MEGAN. So Megan didnt feel entertained, so she always want go back, but then we always convince her stay. Until she forced herself to MRT, the Yorkie took her bag, then she went in w/o bag. Miaky was then carrying it. Megan saw, then we convince Miaky go with her YCK STation. He didnt (throw away opportunity!) Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN GRANDMA'S HOUSE. LEG = PAIN, WALKING NON-STOP FOR 5 HRS. AH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE HISTORY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.WAS.HERE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-4155071559108931646?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/4155071559108931646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=4155071559108931646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/4155071559108931646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/4155071559108931646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/07/yeah-yar-so-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-488869834841624631</id><published>2007-07-21T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T11:32:31.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Although I have done this like a million times before, I felt like doing it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesnt make sense. NO CHEATING!&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 5 ppl at their tagboard to ask them to do this!&lt;br /&gt;5. Bold the questions and with the answers, give your own comments on how it relates to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How are you feeling today? Easy [By Paula Deanda}&lt;br /&gt;Today = fun day?&lt;br /&gt;2.Will you get far in life? Everytime I think of you [Paula Deanda]&lt;br /&gt;Er, How is this related again?&lt;br /&gt;3.How do your friends see you? The best of both worlds [Hannah Montana]&lt;br /&gt;As i say again, how is this related?&lt;br /&gt;4.Will you get married?Jump to the rhythm [Jordan Pruitt]&lt;br /&gt;I still dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;5.What is your best friend's theme song? Miss your touch [Cassie]&lt;br /&gt;I still dont get it! ARH!&lt;br /&gt;6.What is the story of your life? Foolish Games [Jewel}&lt;br /&gt;True, we all play foolish games when we are young, like me. Not an Ahma!&lt;br /&gt;7.What was primary school like? Everywhere I go [Katharine Mcphee}&lt;br /&gt;Well, true. Cause I compare everything to Rosyth/&lt;br /&gt;8.What is the best thing about your friends? Cant hold us down {Christina Aguilera]&lt;br /&gt;Er, True. When we are determined to do something, nothing stands in our way!&lt;br /&gt;9.What's in store for this weekend?Me &amp; U [Cassie]&lt;br /&gt;er...&lt;br /&gt;10.What song describes you? Invisible [Ashlee Simpon]&lt;br /&gt;No! No! I dont want be invisible!&lt;br /&gt;11.How is your life going? Complicated [Avril Lavigne]&lt;br /&gt;That is just so totally true!&lt;br /&gt;12.What song will they play at your funeral? Walk away [Paula Deanda]&lt;br /&gt;What? I'm gonna die because someone I like stab me or something?&lt;br /&gt;13. How does the world see you? Beautiful Soul [Jesse Mccartney]&lt;br /&gt;Ooh! Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;14. Will you have a happy life? Just the girl [ Click 5]&lt;br /&gt;Yes! I'm the only girl who will lead a happy life, right?&lt;br /&gt;15.How can I make myself happy? Be without you[Mary J Blige]&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Maybe :D&lt;br /&gt;16. What should I do with my life? This is the life [Hannah Montana]&lt;br /&gt;RELAX &amp;amp; ENJOY LIFE&lt;br /&gt;17.Will I ever have children? Freakum Dress[Beyonce]&lt;br /&gt;&amp; this is related how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;DONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;erina.was.here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-488869834841624631?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/488869834841624631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=488869834841624631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/488869834841624631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/488869834841624631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/07/although-i-have-done-this-like-million.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-139148057747166569</id><published>2007-07-19T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T20:07:44.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY HAPPY NEWS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY YO! WE CLINCHED THE FIRST (CHAMPIONS) FOR DIKIR BARAT AFTER TREMENDOUS EFFORT PUT IN BY EVERY SINGLE ONE TRUTH PERSON. C'MON EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 250px" height="408" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w188/erina305/DSC00254.jpg" width="407" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOIRA &amp; I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 297px; HEIGHT: 283px" height="395" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w188/erina305/DSC00253.jpg" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINGERS - CABBY, MOIRA, I :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, onto sadder news. Choir jiayou! I mean, today we sounded real horrible, &amp;amp; although I may be out at some points, really hope that Ms Lim doesn't leave choir :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.WAS.HERE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-139148057747166569?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/139148057747166569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=139148057747166569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/139148057747166569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/139148057747166569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-happy-news-hey-yo-we-clinched.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-6516407179728663440</id><published>2007-07-18T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T15:34:18.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ALL I CAME HERE TO SAY IS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE TRUTH,&lt;br /&gt;YOU GUYS ROCK IN DIKIR BARAT.&lt;br /&gt;DO YOUR BEST,&lt;br /&gt;SMILE &amp; SING YOUR HEART OUT.&lt;br /&gt;HAVE FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE MAY NOT WIN,&lt;br /&gt;BUT IF WE TRY OUR BEST.&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE SURELY TO SUCCEED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE JIAYOU!&lt;br /&gt;DIKIR BARAT WE SHALL WIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.WAS.HERE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-6516407179728663440?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/6516407179728663440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=6516407179728663440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/6516407179728663440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/6516407179728663440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/07/all-i-came-here-to-say-is-one-truth-you.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-6817207342825410696</id><published>2007-07-17T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T18:39:38.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BACK FROM CIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go to Jamayah's Children's Home. It was rocking. There's this nice nice sec one girl (who loves rihanna too) yar, and she was super pretty &amp; freaking NICE. Anyways, my group was teaching stars, while Cabby &amp;amp; I went up to teach a P4 guy powerpoint -_-". Yes powerpoint. Yup, he was nice! I was like spelling words like "the" but it was enjoyable! Then we performed Dikir Barat there. Then cause I was supposed to sing solo for 2 songs, that sec one girl said my voice was very nice :D haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's start the DAY! Dikir Barat rehearsal! Yeah! It so ROCKS! Officially. Then ART. THEN HCL (which was just freakingly boring!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RECESS - Ms gwee was coming to out table (brace yourself) &amp; she ask like, oh what are you eating, how much isit, what store, isit nice? Like okay, (cause I heard she got complaint) she turned nice! Haha! But yar, scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;T. Eh, my plastic thing looks horrible, the most horrble piece, so Mr Ng when to sharpen for me &amp;amp; Sharon was jealous. Smoothening it, Sharon was still jealous that I managed to smoothen damn fast. Then waxing it, it becomes more smoother &amp; that was like, the most smoothest thing I've ever touched! LIKE WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCIENCE. CHOO came in. &amp; I was like waiting/anticipating to get back my chem results, but when he came in &amp;amp; said we did really badly, I was freakin nervous &amp; wished like got fire drill somewhere so dont receive it. Guess what? I topped the class! Yes I did! With Joanna. 18/20. Woo!~ Yay me. But like, when he was going through, I didnt understand anything, all my knowledge, gone from my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had 1/2 hr of english (thanks god) cause go home. Then tmr&lt;br /&gt;1. ELIT&lt;br /&gt;2. ENGLISH LETTER WRITING&lt;br /&gt;3. ELIT!&lt;br /&gt;4. NEED DO HISTORY (WHICH BTW SUCKS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;1. SAW SARAH POH, JYNN CHEE &amp; IAN IN BUS. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.WAS.HERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: BABY V LOVES CHRIS DAUGHTRY! LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-6817207342825410696?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/6817207342825410696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=6817207342825410696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/6817207342825410696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/6817207342825410696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/07/back-from-cip.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-5133422507647460854</id><published>2007-07-16T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T17:18:58.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of the mixed good/bad feelings kinda days. Haha. It was real bad in the morning, then it was super great coming to the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got bird-shitted this morning. Yes I know, you thought I screamed right? NEWS FLASH I didnt; amazing? Yar, I thought it was no big deal. Actually, I expected the first day I came to the school where I saw so many BIRDS! Yes, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elit, was dramatization. English was crapping off with Christine &amp; Vanessa N. Haha, i forgot about what stuff, but I love craps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, skip skip skip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ROSYTH! YES ROSYTH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JERLYN, JANE, KAIJUN, CASSANDRA, FELICIA &amp; I WENT BACK TO ROSYTH (THOSE WHO ARE FROM SNGS &amp;amp; ROSYTH) &amp; IT WAS SUPER FUN. WE WENT TO CANTEEN TO EAT, AS MY FAVOURITE GUO TIAO TANG &amp;amp; GRAPE JIA LEMONADE. SAW CHEN LAO SHI. OFFERED HER CHOCS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN SAW MS CHAN TEACHING TABOO. HAHA. BRYAN CHAN CAME. CHATTED. YES, HOMEWORK SUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHAT WITH MS CHAN BOUT RANDOM STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAW MS JOYCE LEE WHILE WALKING OUT. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUNNEST TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.WAS.HERE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-5133422507647460854?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/5133422507647460854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=5133422507647460854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/5133422507647460854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/5133422507647460854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-world_16.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-4494147983208719849</id><published>2007-07-14T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T21:06:11.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right now,&lt;br /&gt;He's probably slow dancing with a &lt;u&gt;bleech blonde tramp&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she's probably getting thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;Right now,&lt;br /&gt;He's probably buying her some &lt;u&gt;fruity little drink&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause she cant shoot &lt;u&gt;whiskey&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I dug my keys into the side of his &lt;u&gt;pretty little suited up four wheel drive&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;carved my name into this leather seat&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a &lt;u&gt;Louisville slugger to both headlights&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;slashed a hole in all four tyres&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I'm addicted to the perfection of English words right now. Randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was Before He cheats by Carrie Underwood!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; yes, I still love the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, down to business.&lt;br /&gt;This Friday the 13th was the best one I experienced with only little blunders/flaws here &amp; there but nothing real major. So History was fun (not in the sick way cause Mr Tan was LUCKILY suffering from voice loss) so he was using the mic. The only sick thing he was saying, (which btw, was lucky) was : "I sound sexier with a mic" Like wth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, then we played the trading game! Like, I tricked Martha, Megan, Yorklyn &amp; Zhaoyi to buy iforgotwhat for 4 tokens, but it only cost 1 token, so they were pissed &amp;amp; me &amp; moira were just sticking our tongues out. Well, it was just a game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; er, HCL nth much. Physics was the same old vernier callipers. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RECESS I bought some choc from THE COCCA TREE which was so super delicious! &amp; btw, I ate the chocs all this morning. OMG? The fats! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math was concentrating with Charmaine! Charmaine is a nice partner cause can joke! Then I wanted the jellybeans like, alot. So I was like, Charmaine, I want! *points to jellybeans. She was, you ate lots le, i didnt even ate one. &amp; we were quarreling over it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRAMA was so, *speechless. Cause I looked emo &amp; by the fact that I sang high, reaching every note of dreamer, &amp;amp; mr adrian recorded it, &amp; replaying everyone was just like, erina, you sing so high! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Cabby &amp; Jolyne please dont fight. You guys (both) are my good friends. When 2 people quarrel, is those people in the middle who  gets hurt the most. Please stop. &amp; if you dont wanna stop for the sake of each other, at least stop for the sake of me, christine, joanna, sharon, megan and the rest. I love you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;erina.was.here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-4494147983208719849?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/4494147983208719849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=4494147983208719849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/4494147983208719849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/4494147983208719849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/07/right-now-hes-probably-slow-dancing.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-8901860329926105752</id><published>2007-07-12T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T20:26:42.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCKISH MOOD TODAY. LAH! I HATE HATE HATE TODAY, &amp; I TELL YOU TMR IS GONNA BE SO MUCH WORSE. FRIDAY 13TH. SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO LET ME FORGET ABOUT TODAY &amp; TYPE RANDOM STUFF:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ER, I LIKE VANESSA N'S SMART MAGNET.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I THINK IT'S FAKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAMPLE: IM GONNA LOSE MY VIRGINATY BY THE AGE OF 18? AS IF!&lt;br /&gt;LIKE WHAT KIND OF THING IS THIS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; IF YOU ARE STILL WONDERING, IM NOT!&lt;br /&gt;THE MAGNET IS JUST BOGUS. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPLYS TO TAG, CAUSE LAZY:&lt;br /&gt;JOLYNE: IT WAS OBVIOUS LAH! IS YOUR NEW OBSESSION MR &amp; MRS YEO NOW? MOIRA &amp;amp; YOU ARE JUST CRAZY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JINGYI: YES I DO! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINBING: AGREE. I HATE FLASHBOX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMANDA: HAHA. IM FICKLE MINDED WHEN IT COMES TO SKINS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTINE: LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEIXIN: &amp; WHY DONT I SEE YOU THEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.WAS.HERE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-8901860329926105752?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/8901860329926105752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=8901860329926105752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/8901860329926105752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/8901860329926105752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-8267166139371241697</id><published>2007-07-11T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T16:26:29.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;POST #300!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I cant believe my eyes either. NUMBER 300! OMG?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi!&lt;br /&gt;I just came home, &amp; school ended at 2.30 thanks to MS CHAN. Lol. 1 and a half hour to reach home! That is alot. WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.265 across school passed while I was walking to its bus-stop.&lt;br /&gt;2.Thus, went to 265 bus-stop (not cross road)&lt;br /&gt;3.265 across school passed by (AGAIN) LIKE SHIT?&lt;br /&gt;4. 265 finally arrived! THANK GOD!&lt;br /&gt;5. 86 passed when I landed at opposite bus stop&lt;br /&gt;6. Went buy bubble tea (cause apparently I thought 86 take long time to come)&lt;br /&gt;7. After buying bubble tea, 86 just LEFT! GOD!&lt;br /&gt;8. WAITS&lt;br /&gt;9. 86 finally comes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE WHAT THE HELL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, today is a GREAT DAY. Besides all of that! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;So MS CHAN came today, when I thought we will be able to see MS SIM today. Then like, physics, I was doing art &amp; elit. LOL. But overall, I know what Mr Gan was saying! YEAH ME! Yup, then CHAN's lesson with elit test (which btw, isnt even graded so i didnt know why i was studying so hard for it) (&amp;amp; it's not graded? why so strict?) Yar, so the questions are just super difficult. But it's not graded. COOL FOR ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Geography! Yeah I love my graded assignment marks! A1~ Lol? No big deal right? But to me it is lah. Although like "Oh you are only a sec one, when you go to a higher standard blah blah" &amp; whatever, can you guys say congrats PLEASE. I was so worried for this one lah! Anyways, learnt about rivers! MORE &amp;amp; MORE ABOUT RIVERS. Then they were talking about Adrian right? So I looked back, &amp; I saw him walking to our class lah. Then I alerted Moira, &amp;amp; she was laughing like mad. Then Moira told Jolyne, &amp; Jolyne was pointing to him at MEL. SO everyone in class started laughing. &amp;amp; apparently he saw Jolyne pointing at him! So he was like, "you laughing at me isit?" &amp; like, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLIT! GUESS WHAT? YOU'LL NEVER BELIEVE THIS? I THOUGHT IT WAS INTERESTING FOR THE FIRST TIME &amp; DIDNT ATTEMPT TO SLEEP! Oh yes! Lucky the teachers never caught me at different seats cause today they were like "who sit here, who sit there" this kinda stuff, so next to Joanna &amp;amp; Jean! Then like it was actually interesting! You dont believe it right? Haha! It's true dearies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then math, was just talking, to MOIRA! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH moved to Martha's.  So was compre, compre, compre, BORING! Yup, That's about it. Oh yes, then Ms Chan called us back to like listen to her lecture or something, it turned out to be something that she could have told us tmr. LOL waste time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.WAS.HERE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-8267166139371241697?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/8267166139371241697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=8267166139371241697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/8267166139371241697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/8267166139371241697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/07/post-300-seriously-i-cant-believe-my.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-1291553889668853935</id><published>2007-07-10T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T19:32:21.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm back from school. &amp; have lotsa work today :( of all days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CTEST is okay. I had too much to write that I had to cut, cut,cut! GOSH. Everyone was staring at me (I think) cause like people think, why this girl got so many things to write. Omg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ART IS STUPID.YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HCL IS CRAP. LOL. (NO OFF) (CAUSE I HATE LIBRARY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;T SUCKS, EVEN PRACTICAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHYSICS, OH. I FINALLY LEARNT HOW TO READ THE VERNIER CALIPERS. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH, PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOIR = FUN.&lt;br /&gt;SHALL TYPE DANCING SONG ONE DAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.WAS.HERE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-1291553889668853935?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/1291553889668853935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=1291553889668853935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/1291553889668853935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/1291553889668853935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-world-yes-im-back-from-school.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-209028020286264641</id><published>2007-07-09T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T15:21:47.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WELL,&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE IS TIRED TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHAN DIDNT COME! MS CHERYL SIM CAME! YAY. MS SIM IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN CHAN, &amp; CHAN IS NOT COMING FOR THE REST OF THE WEEK! YEAH! WISH MS SIM WOULD PERMENANTLY BECOME OUR FORM TEACHER TEACHING US ELIT, BUT APPARENTLY, SHE HAS TO COMPLETE HER STUDIES IN SMU. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, ELIT AT SPECS STAND WHERE I WAS IRRITATING EVERYONE ON HOW HARDWORKING I AM. HAHA. THEN ENGLISH, WHICH BTW, IS SUCKY. BUT JOANNA WAS SITTING NEXT TO ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RECESS LIKE CAUSE JOLYNE &amp; MEL WERE SUPER DISGUSTING, SHARON ACTUALLY PUKED INTO HER BOWL. &amp;amp; LIKE EWW. SO WE WERE RUNNING TO THE LIBRARY AWAY FROM HER. LIKE LOL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHINESE. TMR CHINESE TEST! NO! MALAY WAS SUPER FUNNY! HE TAUGHT US "IDIOT" &amp; "SHIT" IN MALAY. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATH, WAS DOING SUDOKU. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEAMWORK, DIKIR BARAT. WAS SINGING YE LAI XIANG WITH MS SIM, COLLEEN &amp; ZHAO YI. BUT DONT KNOW WHAT KEY, SO WAS LOW/FLAT. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.WAS.HERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIVE EARTH - ENDED :(&lt;br /&gt;THE POLICE ENDED LIVE EARTH&lt;br /&gt;AS IN THE BAND THE POLICE :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-209028020286264641?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/209028020286264641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=209028020286264641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/209028020286264641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/209028020286264641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/07/well-everyone-is-tired-today-chan-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-5086186256556743121</id><published>2007-07-08T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T15:43:16.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LIVE EARTH ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT TO SEE KELLY CLARKSON. I TOLD MYSELF, ALL I WANTED FROM LIVE EARTH WAS TO SEE KELLY CLARKSON! &amp; I DID. ALONG WITH HER, I SAW FALL OUT BOY, PUSSYCAT DOLLS, LUDARCRIS, JOSS STONE, ALICIA KEYS (PERFORMAING MY ALL TIME FAVOURITE IF I AINT GOT YOU) , BON JOVI &amp;amp; MANY MORE WHICH I CURRENTLY FORGOT :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM WEARING &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;GREEN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;TODAY TOO! GREEN! SAVE THE WORLD. DO YOUR PART! OMG. I LOVE LIVE EARTH STILL. GUESS WHAT? IM SO TIRED TODAY AFTER WATCHING &amp; I HAVENT DONE ANY OF MY HOMEWORK. IM DEAD OR WHAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KELLY CLARKSON MY DECEMBER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.WAS.HERE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-5086186256556743121?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/5086186256556743121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=5086186256556743121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/5086186256556743121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/5086186256556743121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/07/live-earth-rocks-i-got-to-see-kelly.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-9051288392105912755</id><published>2007-07-07T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T22:28:30.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from Maryanne's party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like a wedding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 2 hrs, we've been playing WACKO! Lol! Wacko is fun when i dont really know anyone there cause like although i didnt go early, i was the first. Lol. Then came people whom i dont really know. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love food. Maryanne had a LIVE band there. Like Omg? Then table was like, so quiet that we started laughing as loud as possible. Lol, then next table followed, and other followed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all! NICE PARTy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;erina.was.here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS YORKIE FOR BUYING ME MY DECEMBER ALBUM! I LOVE YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-9051288392105912755?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/9051288392105912755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=9051288392105912755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/9051288392105912755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/9051288392105912755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/07/back-from-maryannes-party-it-looks-like.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-6057455652824680631</id><published>2007-07-07T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T09:21:39.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOVE CAPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. TO IRRITATE WEIXIN&lt;br /&gt;2. TO EMPHASIZE MY POINTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY HISTORY WAS PURELY DISGUSTING. CONTACT &amp; INTERACTION MUCH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE SAID HE WOULD CHOOSE RANDOM PEOPLE TO WRITE : "WHY DO PEOPLE CONTACT &amp; INTERACT?"&lt;br /&gt;THEN IT WAS NOT RANDOM OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;HE CHOSE ME! (PROBABLY CAUSE I WAS CRITISING EVERY WORD HE WAS SAYING &amp;amp; TALKING TO MOIRA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO WRITE.&lt;br /&gt;SO I WROTE : TO MEET NEW PEOPLE??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRANCINE WROTE: TO INTER-MARRY?&lt;br /&gt;JOLYNE WROTE: TO TOUCHY TOUCHY? (WHICH BTW, SOUNDS VERY WRONG)&lt;br /&gt;SHUQING WROTE: CAUSE THEY'RE DESPERATE TO FIND PARTNERS&lt;br /&gt;CHANTEL WROTE: TO REPRODUCE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN HE STARTED THAT WEIRD LOOKING, EXTREMELY DISGUSTING SMILE, LIKE ALL THOSE PERVERTS/LEACHERS HAVE ON THEIR FACE. HE THEN STARTED GOING INTO THOSE POINTS. WHICH IS BTW, STILL VERY WRONG. SEX EDUCATION MUCH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, THEN HCL. XIYOUJI MY GRP SCREWWEDD. BUT YORKLYN'S GRP IS NICE, EXCEPT FOR THE FACT THAT COLLEEN DIDNT REALLY MEMORISE HER LINES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHYSICS. I FINALLY LEARNT SOMETHING. MICROMETER SCREW GAUGE! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATH, STILL BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRAMA, DIDNT DO A THOUSAND DIFFERENT THINGS POST :( BUT THEN IT'S LIKE STILL COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEFT SCHOOL EARLY, HEADED FOR J8 WHERE IM SUPPOSINGLY WAITING FOR MY MOM. TOOK MRT TO MOUNT E. THEN ALL THE WAY BACK AFT DENTAL. TO TUITION IN SNGS PE SHIRT &amp; TRACK PANTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: BOUNCY BOUNCY SMACK SMACK AT NUMBER ONE!&lt;br /&gt;       HOME - DAUGHTRY AT NUMBER TWO!&lt;br /&gt;       WHAT IVE DONE - LINKIN PARK AT NUMBER THREE&lt;br /&gt;       UMBRELLA - RIHANNA &amp; JAYZ AT NUMBER FOUR, TOPPING UK CHARTS &amp;amp; BILLBOARD. HAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.WAS.HERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARYANNE &amp;amp; JANE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-6057455652824680631?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/6057455652824680631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=6057455652824680631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/6057455652824680631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/6057455652824680631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-caps.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-6179140459689336771</id><published>2007-07-06T21:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T16:27:42.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" width="'600'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Theater&lt;/b&gt;, You should be a Theater major! Like a bohemian actress, you are seasoned and confident and not afraid to express yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'300'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sociology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'100'" border="'1'"  style="color:#00dddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'100'" border="'1'"  style="color:#00dddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Philosophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'100'" border="'1'"  style="color:#00dddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" 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cellpadding="'0'" width="'83'" border="'1'"  style="color:#00dddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'83'" border="'1'"  style="color:#00dddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anthropology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'83'" border="'1'"  style="color:#00dddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Linguistics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'67'" border="'1'"  style="color:#00dddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'67'" border="'1'"  style="color:#00dddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'67'" border="'1'"  style="color:#00dddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span 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style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;58%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mathematics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'50'" border="'1'"  style="color:#00dddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" size="1" quiz_id=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!&lt;3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;COOL. THEATRE, SOCIOLOGY, PHILOSOPHY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;LOOKS SO SUPER CHEEM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" width="'600'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizfarm.com//images/1117184889ggg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Trendy&lt;/b&gt;, Your A Trendy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'300'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Trendy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'85'" border="'1'"  style="color:#00dddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;85%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'70'" border="'1'"  style="color:#00dddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;70%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Goth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'70'" border="'1'"  style="color:#00dddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;70%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chav, Townie, Rude Boy, Ned, Kev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'60'" border="'1'"  style="color:#00dddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;60%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rocker, Mosher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'55'" border="'1'"  style="color:#00dddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;55%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Prepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'50'" border="'1'"  style="color:#00dddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Skater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'15'" border="'1'"  style="color:#00dddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;15%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" size="1" quiz_id=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What Group Are You? What Group Are You? Chav, Rocker, Skater, Emo, Goth, Trendy, Prepy Ect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;EMO? GOTH? OMG?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" width="'600'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Dramatic&lt;/b&gt;, You are dramatic. Please rate my quiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'300'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dramatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'94'" border="'1'"  style="color:#00dddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;94%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'94'" border="'1'"  style="color:#00dddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;94%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Outgoing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'88'" border="'1'"  style="color:#00dddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;88%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'81'" border="'1'"  style="color:#00dddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;81%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'75'" border="'1'"  style="color:#00dddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Immature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'25'" border="'1'"  style="color:#00dddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'19'" border="'1'"  style="color:#00dddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;19%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" size="1" quiz_id=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;what kind of person are you? (shy,outgoing,fun,mean,immature,dramatic or nice?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SOMETHING THAT I ACTUALLY AGREED TO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" width="'600'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizfarm.com//images/1139014716princesseyes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Diamond Eyes&lt;/b&gt;, You are full of confidence, just don't let it go to your head. Its great to know your worth it! Isn't it:D Just remember those of us down here. You are probably quite popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'300'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Diamond Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'75'" border="'1'"  style="color:#00dddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mysterious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'67'" border="'1'"  style="color:#00dddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eyes full of Pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'50'" border="'1'"  style="color:#00dddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'42'" border="'1'"  style="color:#00dddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" size="1" quiz_id=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What do your eyes reveal about you?(PICS!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AH. INTERESTING,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" width="'600'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizfarm.com//images/1121831144Jean.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Jean Grey&lt;/b&gt;, Jean Grey is likely the most powerful X-Man. She loves Cyclops very much but she has a soft spot for Wolverine. She's psychic so she can sense how others are feeling and tries to help them. She also has to control her amazing powers or the malevolent Phoenix entity could take control of her and wreak havok. Powers: Telekinetic, Telepathic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'300'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Jean Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'90'" border="'1'"  style="color:#00dddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;90%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Emma Frost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'80'" border="'1'"  style="color:#00dddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;80%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'70'" border="'1'"  style="color:#00dddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;70%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Iceman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'70'" border="'1'"  style="color:#00dddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;70%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rogue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'65'" border="'1'"  style="color:#00dddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;65%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cyclops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'55'" border="'1'"  style="color:#00dddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;55%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gambit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'55'" border="'1'"  style="color:#00dddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;55%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nightcrawler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'55'" border="'1'"  style="color:#00dddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;55%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wolverine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'50'" border="'1'"  style="color:#00dddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Colossus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table 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style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Most Comprehensive X-Men Personality Quiz 2.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AH. I LOVE XMEN. &amp;amp; JEAN GREY'S COOL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;BUT I WANTED TO BE STORM! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AH. TOO MANY QUESTIONS. WILL CONTINUE NEXT TIME :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ERINA.WAS.HERE&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/27850434-6179140459689336771?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/6179140459689336771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=6179140459689336771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/6179140459689336771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/6179140459689336771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-scored-as-philosophy-you-should-be.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-5143658062039742627</id><published>2007-07-05T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T19:21:39.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is my now,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'm breathing in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like writing that song. Have no idea. Part of my RANDOMNESS I guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, CHOIR IS DISMISSED EARLY TODAY. Lol, but we sung badly lah. That is like obvious. &amp; apparently, we need to smile more, bring life to listless robots! HAHA. Lol, yes, we sang so much better on Tuesday. Ah. &amp;amp; I'm going to the RGS concert. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiyouji sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; this math test is so much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough for short post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.WAS.HERE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-5143658062039742627?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/5143658062039742627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=5143658062039742627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/5143658062039742627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/5143658062039742627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-my-now-im-breathing-in-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-8124771709197157710</id><published>2007-07-04T21:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T19:28:30.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALL THE MISS CHAN/MS CHAN HERE IS TALKING ABOUT MISS CHAN SB, NOT MY CURRENT FORM TEACHER? OKAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that was just lame!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp; this was supposed to be posted yesterday. I just had no time to complete the post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I miss 6o2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss 6o2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. I just have this sudden urge to post about it. Thanks Ms Chan for like, all the support you gave us before psle. &amp;amp; like what ms chan told tessa yesterday, that she'll be there for us, yes ms chan. thank you so super much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss 6o2 (as a whole). life in SNGS is nice &amp; all, but 6o2, thanks for the memories, as i have said a thousand million times. All the laughs &amp;amp; jokes (not DIRTY, god's sake), all the captains ball wanting, all the begging Ms Chan for more captain's ball, i miss them. and i want to them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way Huifeng, Pearl &amp; I would run to the canteen to buy Chicken Cutlet every tuesday. The way Laura &amp;amp; I wait for each other and walk up 6 stories up together, chatting. The times where i sat with taylin, pearl, weiren &amp; jianming. And we would crap bout stuff. And the previous group with Laura, Taylin, Nathaniel &amp;amp; ZhiXiang. Yup, &amp; I just couldnt care about anything else there, but being super carefree laughing my head off. &amp;amp; Not forgetting Yuanming &amp; I always comparing marks for studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I just miss 6o2 more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I dont care whatever shit I have this year that i didnt have last. 6o2 pratically helped with filled the gap of those. &amp;amp; seriously, I do keep in touch with some, not all. &amp; they miss 6o2 too! I'm not denying that I used to think that 6o2 is just a normal, happy-go-lucky kinda class, but after moving into SNGS made me cherish 6o2 even more, and blaming myself on not like, treasuring my time with 6o2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent 2 years together. 1 &amp; 1/4 years together excluding the holis. &amp;amp; 1 year because of PSLE revision. Time really flies. It may seem long. Now it's July, &amp; i cant believe it. It's just too fast. 24 hours a day is just not enough. 6o2, I just love you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i will never ever forget you guys, the cheery, most nicest, most bestest class ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO.&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.WAS.HERE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-8124771709197157710?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/8124771709197157710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=8124771709197157710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/8124771709197157710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/8124771709197157710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/07/all-miss-chanms-chan-here-is-talking.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-1324414868108277254</id><published>2007-07-04T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T15:53:12.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UMBRELLA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE WHEN THE SUN SHINE, WE'LL SHINE TOGETHER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TERM 3 HAS BEEN A VERY GOOD TERM FOR ME SO FAR. WITH FRIENDSHIPS IMPROVING &amp; THINGS GOING SMOOTHLY. OMG. I LOVE MY LUCK! &amp;amp; YES! I CURRENTLY AM IN A TRUTHALICIOUS MOOD! HAHA. I CANT WAIT FOR CLASS TEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCIENCE WE WENT PHSYICS LAB! HAHA. 1ST TIME FOR EVERYTHING. ELIT WAS SUCH CRAPPY, I DONT LIKE MY POSITION, ALTHOUGH IN 4TH ROW, WHENEVER I TALK, I ALWAYS GET SPOTTED BY TEACHERS, HMPHS. GEOGRAPHY WAS OKAY, I GUESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN RECESS, WAS LAUGHING THROUGH THE XIYOUJI THING. LIKE OMG. I CANT BELIEVE WE ARE ACTUALLY GONNA PERFORM IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE CLASS, I MEAN, IT'S LIKE, JUST...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN CLIT WAS, OMG, I WAS WAITING FOR TIME TO PAST BY LIKE EVERY SINGLE MOMENT. BORE ME TO DEATH. MATH DIDNT DO ANYTHING. ENGLISH, UNSW PRACTICE! &amp; I DIDNT READ ANYTHING BUT THE CONVERSATION. LOL, AS A RESULT I GOT 20 WRONG CAUSE I WAS SIMPLY PUTTING, D, C,D,A,B, IN WHATEVER FORMAT I WANTED. SO IT WAS PRETTY LUCKY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UMBRELLA! UNDERSTATED!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CLASS TEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;ERINA.WAS.HERE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-1324414868108277254?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/1324414868108277254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=1324414868108277254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/1324414868108277254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/1324414868108277254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/07/umbrella-because-when-sun-shine-well.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-1687005310661092365</id><published>2007-07-03T20:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T20:13:37.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, im back home (finally). Today is just such a LONG LONG day. But after all that happened, I;m just relieved to get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So started with Taking pics with MEGAN  for the damn best friend thing. Then was stupid math C/test where 7/8 of the class couldnt finish it! ONE MORE QUESTION. Die math! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art, was, cool! FOR THE FIRST TIME. Because I was decorating my sketchbook with UMBRELLA LYRICS &amp; BIG GIRLS DONT CRY LYRICS that made people super sick of the song, but as long as I dont get sick of them, it's okay. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HCL, normal. Recess, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;t was actually good today. I do better 3d drawings then some front, base, plan thing which i dont know even with it's called that. Moving on to pratical work next week! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics, commited to doing sketchbook decoration!&lt;br /&gt;English, Mrs Kwan is always staring at me cause of my stupid seating arrangment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOIR IS FUN! But I'm not standing next to Adela anymore. Now next to Angeline which people think is " &amp; Jerlyn" ! Haha, so super funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;erina.was.here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-1687005310661092365?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/1687005310661092365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=1687005310661092365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/1687005310661092365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/1687005310661092365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/07/hey-all-yes-im-back-home-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27850434.post-3444028826795858311</id><published>2007-07-02T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T17:53:11.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Joanna, Sharon, Christine, Jolyne, Marie &amp; Cabby came to my house today to do Xiyouji! actually Joanna came at 9 cause she left her math file at home and wants to study with ME! Yar, then Sharon, Christine, Jolyne, Marie &amp;amp; Cabby came! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We seriously had a blast! I mean, everyone are such good actors lah. So we finished it at 12.30 and we went to eat LUNCH! Beehoon! They said was nice. Then we did a rerun. Cabby had to go for meeting at Dhoby Ghaut with YCS peeps. So the rest went watch POTC 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, cause was so hot. played com!&lt;br /&gt;Played Monkey with a monkey. Nvm, if you dont understand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;erina.was.here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27850434-3444028826795858311?l=fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/3444028826795858311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27850434&amp;postID=3444028826795858311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/3444028826795858311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27850434/posts/default/3444028826795858311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabricatedillusions.blogspot.com/2007/07/hey-all-today-joanna-sharon-christine.html' title=''/><author><name>*!eRiNa%&gt;cHiLd.0f.dEstiNy.^~.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287977290790177926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
