<?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-6378701197606260028</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:18:03.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Time Can Mend A Broken Heart...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>177</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-726084508395849416</id><published>2011-08-28T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T11:40:27.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;Girls aren’t going to talk to you first.&lt;/strong&gt; It’s a girl thing. We don’t like starting the conversation because we like to feel like you want to talk to us. We like to feel like the wait was worth something. We like feeling like you’ve waited for us like we’ve waited for you. But the number one reason we hate talking first is because we hate to seem needy or clingy. That’s why we’re scared. Cause to us, being needy and obsessive just pushes guys away. And no girl wants that. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Hmmm, you think wad I'm thinking? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Señorita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-726084508395849416?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/726084508395849416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=726084508395849416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/726084508395849416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/726084508395849416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2011/08/girls-arent-going-to-talk-to-you-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-6287846554714941991</id><published>2011-01-09T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T06:02:22.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;There're&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; times&lt;/span&gt; like these where you juz want to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;relax&lt;/span&gt; or at least &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;play&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;peace&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Tt's when &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Lady Gaga's&lt;/span&gt; single &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;'Telephone'&lt;/span&gt; comes in handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, I juz wanna rest &amp;amp; shove all my probs aside; is it tt hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Apparently, it's a yes. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm juz so irritated right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Señorita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-6287846554714941991?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/6287846554714941991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=6287846554714941991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/6287846554714941991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/6287846554714941991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-diary-therere-times-like-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-586157595224457282</id><published>2011-01-08T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T01:18:21.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter: Hey mum, i'm going to my room with my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Okay, don't do anything stupid.&lt;br /&gt;*.Gf &amp;amp; Bf goes into bedroom.*&lt;br /&gt;Daughter screams: Baby, baby, baby ohh!&lt;br /&gt;*.Mum runs into her room.*&lt;br /&gt;Mum: What are you doing!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Daughter: Mum, we're having sex, get out!&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Oh thank god, i thought you were listening to Justin Bieber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA OMG; Joke of the day LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Señorita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-586157595224457282?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/586157595224457282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=586157595224457282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/586157595224457282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/586157595224457282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-diary-daughter-hey-mum-im-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-1479295999202547476</id><published>2010-12-26T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T00:41:17.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TRZjOvGs1KI/AAAAAAAAAwY/Kd2zkaOZZN8/s1600/Christmas%2Bfunny.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TRZjOvGs1KI/AAAAAAAAAwY/Kd2zkaOZZN8/s400/Christmas%2Bfunny.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554736295221974178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS HUMANS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and dogs too, cause I love them HAHA ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not posting &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;often&lt;/span&gt;; anyway I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt; of regularly &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;posting stuffs&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Genting&lt;/span&gt; tmr! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Wooo~! &lt;/span&gt;This is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;first time&lt;/span&gt; I didn't sleep before the trip even began (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, it's not&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; enthusiasm&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;euphoria&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;ecstasy&lt;/span&gt;. Although they are all of the&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; same meaning&lt;/span&gt; - I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; LOL. Dk why, hols can't sleep much. Should&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; savour&lt;/span&gt; every moment hor; after back to school it's back to all the&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; cursing of teachers &amp;amp; all the truckload of crap they throw to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Yappy&lt;/span&gt; managed to keep my entertained (thanks! ^^) during this time of &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;solitude&lt;/span&gt; by sending me sms-es. LOL, actually no la, I wasn't really emo-ing in the first place. Anyway, wad am I spouting, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;nonsense&lt;/span&gt; already -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to couzzie's house for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Christmas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Celebration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'today'&lt;/span&gt;. Omg, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; was so &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;additively indulging&lt;/span&gt;! Especially the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;dancing&lt;/span&gt;  and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;singing&lt;/span&gt; one. Haha, make me&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; high&lt;/span&gt; only. Heather came wif her two siblings. Faith was okay, but &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Josh was horrid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lol. He didn't change much though, as rebellious as ever. He &amp;amp; my brother fought la, fight like free liddat. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Grab each other's hair &amp;amp; smack each others' faces.&lt;/span&gt; Lol, it's quite &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;amusing&lt;/span&gt; but we had to break them up in the end luh. Anyway, Josh is juz being &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;asinine&lt;/span&gt; luh,my bro didn't even&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; provoke&lt;/span&gt; him. He was the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;only one&lt;/span&gt; who wanted to go&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; swimming&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Heather bluffed him tt &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of us had our periods LOL. I was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;'Wutttt?!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, she told us some &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ghost stories&lt;/span&gt; and all the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; crap&lt;/span&gt; she's capable of bringing forth (hope she dun see this LOL) So long neh see her uh, still the same &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;bickering&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;fighting for big Tweety&lt;/span&gt; HAHA. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home @ like 9? And we went to open &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;presents&lt;/span&gt; under the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;tree&lt;/span&gt; (: Not much though; miss the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; good old times&lt;/span&gt; (lol) where we were&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt; flooded wif pressies&lt;/span&gt;. This year &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;didn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;buy presents for &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt;! HAHA, broke already wad. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;no moneh, no talk&lt;/span&gt;. Since I'm broke, I guess I'll juz keep quiet. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;FOR NOW&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, wish me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;luck&lt;/span&gt;! Eh, wad am I talking about. -.- Fine, I guess I'll go while I still have some &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;sanity&lt;/span&gt; in me. HAHA Bai~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Señorita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-1479295999202547476?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/1479295999202547476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=1479295999202547476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/1479295999202547476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/1479295999202547476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/12/dear-diary-merry-christmas-humans-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TRZjOvGs1KI/AAAAAAAAAwY/Kd2zkaOZZN8/s72-c/Christmas%2Bfunny.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-1407848981398772825</id><published>2010-11-30T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T09:43:48.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Diary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somedays you will love me.&lt;br /&gt;Then you don't, then you do, then you won't.&lt;br /&gt;Then you're here, then you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you got me stressing out&lt;br /&gt;on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Omg, I love this songgggg~! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Señorita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-1407848981398772825?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/1407848981398772825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=1407848981398772825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/1407848981398772825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/1407848981398772825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/11/somedays-you-will-love-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-5307881273018014032</id><published>2010-11-28T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T08:39:53.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HAVE NOT BEEN POSTING FOR GOD-KNOWS-HOW-LONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;lazyyyy&lt;/span&gt; la; anyway it's the hols so let spare a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; for this &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;dilapidated&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'building'&lt;/span&gt; and all its &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;ancient contents&lt;/span&gt;! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anywayyyyyy&lt;/span&gt;, let's sum up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;EVERYTHING &lt;/span&gt;I have been doing from the time I&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; MIA-ed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th Oct - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;My BIRTHDAY! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; forget this; wooo, I received many presents!&lt;br /&gt;And SOME PPL still owe me presents okay!&lt;br /&gt;Eh, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O$P$.&lt;/span&gt; HAHA&lt;br /&gt;It also marks the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;START&lt;/span&gt; of O lvls; Omg, tt &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;eerie feeling&lt;/span&gt; starts to creep in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;~Fast Forward~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;End of Os&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yaye! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15th Nov - Went&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; shopping&lt;/span&gt; wif Galvin &amp;amp; the whole &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mafia&lt;/span&gt; gang HAHA&lt;br /&gt;16th Nov - Went &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;shopping &lt;/span&gt;again; HAHA, 'ytd' couldnt find anything.&lt;br /&gt;17th Nov - Jamie's Bday @ Marina Barrage&lt;br /&gt;18th Nov - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Shopping&lt;/span&gt; wif Maria &amp;amp; Jamie&lt;br /&gt;19th Nov -&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;*Prom Night*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Woots~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Everyone looks drop dead gorgeous, especially /tiko HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;My first week of freedom was hectic. :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22nd Nov - Kite Flying @ Sengkang wif Silvia &amp;amp; friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Last outing wif Silvia :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th Nov - Job interview wif Yh, Jamie &amp;amp; Galvin.&lt;br /&gt;I tell you;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; comfirm fail&lt;/span&gt; one HAHA :x&lt;br /&gt;25th Nov - Chalet Meeting; saw Monster's&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; epic hairstyle &lt;/span&gt;and got a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;blueblack&lt;/span&gt; cause she  pinched me. LOL&lt;br /&gt;26th Nov - Send Silvia off back to &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Indo&lt;/span&gt; :/&lt;br /&gt;Rapunzel Movie wif Joyce, Ky &amp;amp; Xq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Saw sth &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unpleasant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 'today', thank god the movie didn't dampen my spirits for the day. Heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Okay, tyvm. Tt sums up wad I have been doing. Wanna count how many words I used anot? LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Señorita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-5307881273018014032?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/5307881273018014032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=5307881273018014032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/5307881273018014032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/5307881273018014032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-diary-i-have-not-been-posting-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-4393910248366064921</id><published>2010-11-25T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T09:46:19.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hello everyone !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm here to post for nicholas .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ok i don't know how to use those big big words he always use .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but nevermind , just bear with me !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lets talk about prom !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as usual what can nicholas do , play piano lah !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so ya , he played the piano , and was awesome .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ok i shall not flatter him too much just in case he fly to don't know where .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he look like some kid in oversized clothes ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omg that's wow !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's pretty much about his prom .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;goodnight !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dun mind Karesia, she's mad HAHA :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-4393910248366064921?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/4393910248366064921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=4393910248366064921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/4393910248366064921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/4393910248366064921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/11/hello-everyone-im-here-to-post-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-8046399727461506829</id><published>2010-10-24T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T08:15:44.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TMRNKsISfXI/AAAAAAAAAwM/38HGbnUJIOU/s1600/1111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531631088357768562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TMRNKsISfXI/AAAAAAAAAwM/38HGbnUJIOU/s400/1111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I saw 11:11 twice today. Could it be a good sign? Heh heh ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's now or never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-8046399727461506829?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/8046399727461506829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=8046399727461506829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/8046399727461506829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/8046399727461506829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2009/10/dear-diary-i-saw-1111-twice.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TMRNKsISfXI/AAAAAAAAAwM/38HGbnUJIOU/s72-c/1111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-3994228176056615371</id><published>2010-10-11T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T08:52:49.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;saw &lt;/span&gt;my post? Wow, now tt's &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;surprising&lt;/span&gt;. Didn't &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;expect &lt;/span&gt;you to find it out so easily. Anyway, I saw wad you posted on your &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;fb &lt;/span&gt;too. Forturnately, I wasn't totally &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blown away&lt;/span&gt;. I'm used to all your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;absurd rants&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect such an&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;overwhelming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;response too. Apparently, almost half of our cohort knows about this, or so it seems. Anyway, as &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;promised&lt;/span&gt;, I'll &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;speak of you ever again.&lt;br /&gt;So goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm juz here to brag about how efficient I am to be able to spread this juz like tt. LOL; nah, even I'm still bewildered. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Señorita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-3994228176056615371?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/3994228176056615371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=3994228176056615371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/3994228176056615371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/3994228176056615371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-diary-ha-you-saw-my-post-wow-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-7621772018314562528</id><published>2010-10-09T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T10:22:20.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TLCgKJmfpeI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MiLOdsLaQz4/s1600/Footprints+in+the+sand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526092839020111330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TLCgKJmfpeI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MiLOdsLaQz4/s400/Footprints+in+the+sand.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You had your chance but blew it, out of sight, out of mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has been a&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; long&lt;/span&gt; time since I last talked to you. Looking back, I still&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; smirk&lt;/span&gt; at the fact and &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;impossibility&lt;/span&gt; of liking you.&lt;em&gt; Wad was I thinking then?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Although, I gotta admit it was amazing how we managed to get hold of each other in juz a few months.&lt;/span&gt; It felt like we knew each other for &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;years&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remb the time when we used to walk down from History classes to E Math? Remb the time when I commented tt your &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;pencil case&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hideous&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; you had a childish &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Hello Kitty pen&lt;/span&gt;? Remb the time when we made the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CNY Class Hamper&lt;/span&gt; together? The time when we always sat together during &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;History classes&lt;/span&gt; when it was at the &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;AVA Room&lt;/span&gt;. The time you called me on my phone like mad juz to ask me to buy you a bottle of &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pink Dolphin&lt;/span&gt;? The time when I profusely taught you &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A Math&lt;/span&gt; till you got it. The time when you gave me tt &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Thailand souvenir&lt;/span&gt;? The time when I was unexpectedly given a &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;SpongeBob&lt;/span&gt; ruler, eraser, etc. The time when you were&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; sick&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; you asked me to&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; collect homework&lt;/span&gt;. The time when it was&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; raining&lt;/span&gt; and I sheltered you to the bus stop; you even &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;complained&lt;/span&gt; to me tt I &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;didn't know how&lt;/span&gt; to shelter you properly heh. Remb how we always&lt;strong&gt; bad-mouthed&lt;/strong&gt; about teachers. The time when I'll come to your table during E Math to chat. The time when we usually &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;shared answer and discuss about homework.&lt;/span&gt; The time when you showed me something on your hair which turned out to be a bump tt was the result of the &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;chemicals&lt;/span&gt; in the rebonding solution? You &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;scolded&lt;/span&gt; me for not being able to tell wad it was even though I was from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red Cross&lt;/span&gt;.The time when you&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; grieved&lt;/span&gt; over your grandma's death. The time when I comforted you &amp;amp; gave you a&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; letter&lt;/span&gt;. The&lt;strong&gt; promise&lt;/strong&gt; you made about inviting me to your house if you were to ever host a &lt;em&gt;bbq party&lt;/em&gt;. The times you&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; scolded&lt;/span&gt; and at the same time &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;boast&lt;/span&gt; to me&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; new English words&lt;/span&gt; tt even I didn't know. &lt;em&gt;Dense brain. numskull.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The time when we'll talk so&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;loud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and get&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; scolded&lt;/span&gt; by our classmates. The time when you'll ask me if you were &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt; after every new &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;hairstyle tt you cut&lt;/span&gt;. The times we'll &lt;em&gt;gl&lt;/em&gt; each other to no end, till our classmates juz&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; stand there and watch&lt;/span&gt;. The time when we went to &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Macdonalds&lt;/span&gt; and you wore tt cute &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;PPG Hairband&lt;/span&gt; (lol -.-) The time when we were at &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pizza Hut&lt;/span&gt; and you started &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;complaining&lt;/span&gt; (as usual) about ppl making too much noise. The time when you played at the playground so &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;innocent &amp;amp; oblivious to the surrounding&lt;/span&gt;. The time when we were at &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hub&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I bought the piece of&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; meat&lt;/span&gt; tt your mother wanted you to buy for tt day's&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; dinner&lt;/span&gt;. The day when we were&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; laughing&lt;/span&gt; like mad at the&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; supermarket&lt;/span&gt; choosing cat food. The time we were on the&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; bus&lt;/span&gt; and you started to tell &lt;strong&gt;lame jokes&lt;/strong&gt; lol. The time it was&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;, also&lt;em&gt; your bday&lt;/em&gt;, and you were out &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;watching a show&lt;/span&gt;. The time you were playing &lt;em&gt;blackjack&lt;/em&gt; at your relatives' house and you msg-ed me because you were &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;winning&lt;/span&gt;? You said you would &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;treat &lt;/span&gt;me if you won it big; and every time you striked, you would say I was your &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;lucky star&lt;/span&gt;. Your&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; laughter&lt;/span&gt; was as&lt;strong&gt; contagious&lt;/strong&gt; as ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still remb-ed the time when you were at wits end cause you lost your&lt;em&gt; Plus One&lt;/em&gt; notes. You told me tt you needed me to&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; scan&lt;/span&gt; mine (&lt;em&gt;which I didn't even bother looking lol&lt;/em&gt;) and send it to you via &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Msn&lt;/span&gt;. And when I did you commented on my &lt;strong&gt;ugly handwriting&lt;/strong&gt; (which btw, isn't ugly okay!) The time when your sisters were &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;crazy fighting&lt;/span&gt; to talk to me on msn lol.&lt;strong&gt; The constant bickers and awkward stares we had.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;won't&lt;/span&gt; look back. Given a chance, I would still walk this route. &lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt; taught me how to be strong. Thanks for everything thus far. Take pride in your future endeavours. I remb-ed you once said your &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;dream was to open a business&lt;/span&gt;, a hair salon. I knew you were special from the start, even during Sec 1 Council Camp. But not special enough for me apparently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm never gonna speak of you ever again. Right now, I couldn't care less. And&lt;em&gt; juz so you know&lt;/em&gt;, I &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;prayed&lt;/span&gt; for you when you were sick, hoping tt your illness would juz fade away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-7621772018314562528?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/7621772018314562528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=7621772018314562528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/7621772018314562528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/7621772018314562528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2009/10/dear-diary-you-had-your-chance-but-blew.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TLCgKJmfpeI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MiLOdsLaQz4/s72-c/Footprints+in+the+sand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-3230942394199741525</id><published>2010-10-01T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T10:01:53.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TKYTzjxN5KI/AAAAAAAAAv8/z2eVyFCRwb8/s1600/Love+Jar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523123769512420514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TKYTzjxN5KI/AAAAAAAAAv8/z2eVyFCRwb8/s400/Love+Jar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who do you think you are? Running around leaving scars, collecting your jar of hearts, and tearing love apart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Many&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;weird and unexplainable things happened lately. &lt;em&gt;Dk wad happened to our school students lol. Today was one example as a matter of fact.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's begin saying, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ericia Ler is a monster!&lt;/span&gt; My god, you should see wad she &lt;strong&gt;did&lt;/strong&gt; to my hand; use the pen &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;slash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me; like some&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; serial killer&lt;/span&gt; sia. I also dk how to&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; retaliate&lt;/span&gt;. Then tt stupid&lt;em&gt; recalcitrant child&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; Dillon&lt;/span&gt; HAHA, I named him tt. Keep&lt;em&gt; gl-ing&lt;/em&gt; me; I think I'm losing my &lt;em&gt;gl&lt;/em&gt; skills&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; :((&lt;/span&gt; How!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Gloria&lt;/span&gt;, has been &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;vandalising &lt;/span&gt;my hand for the past few days. First was&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; pen marks&lt;/span&gt; tt look like I was&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; abused&lt;/span&gt; or sth -.- and then &lt;em&gt;recalcitrant child's&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ben 10&lt;/span&gt; stamp roller. She rolled tt over my arm like free liddat. You should be&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; thankful&lt;/span&gt; tt I still look very&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; good&lt;/span&gt;! HAHA :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yuhui&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;hunting&lt;/span&gt; me everyday. Crazy one. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Becca's&lt;/span&gt; always &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;swinging her hair&lt;/span&gt; in my face. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nala&lt;/span&gt; keeps &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;calling&lt;/span&gt; my name during class time =.= and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Kok&lt;/span&gt; has been damn&lt;em&gt; kiasi&lt;/em&gt;; late &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10 mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; like the end of the world liddat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dk how come suddenly so many &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;funneh&lt;/span&gt; ppl. Heh. Anyway, today's VA was&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; slacking&lt;/span&gt; all the way. You know wad?&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I managed to give Ericia Ler a slap!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Muahahaha, she was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shocked&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;em&gt; Expression was priceless&lt;/em&gt;; best thing is she hit her water bottle on my arm -.- which was already vandalised by Gloria HAHA. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Jac Teo&lt;/span&gt; gave us the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;seating plan for Prom&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;suddenly, everyone went crazy lol. All so eager to sit next to each other; there was some conflict or sth. &lt;/em&gt;Apparently Gloria didn't wanna sit wif Adeline or Kok. BUT the best thing is tt there are &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;two tables remaining&lt;/span&gt; and two ppl to fit into the slot. So, it was a prob; and yea. I told them, best thing is &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;everyone sit on the floor&lt;/span&gt; la - &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;prob solved&lt;/span&gt; HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prom is like&lt;em&gt; sooooooo&lt;/em&gt; far away &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Jac Teo&lt;/span&gt; is like already talking about it. The&lt;strong&gt; retarded&lt;/strong&gt; Os are still in the way. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;24 days&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;to O lvls, Omg, and also my birthday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; HAHA Eh, shouldn't be using the com now. So yea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before VA, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Kok&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dillion&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; took &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;cab&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Subway&lt;/span&gt; to eat. Kok like one &lt;em&gt;sua ku&lt;/em&gt; liddat. The counter lady was&lt;strong&gt; weird!&lt;/strong&gt; - she kept&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; staring&lt;/span&gt; at me. And I had to repeat my order more than once -.-&lt;strong&gt; Best thing is tt the others didn't have this prob. It was only me?!&lt;/strong&gt; Wth! And tt Kok was crazy, super damn &lt;em&gt;kiasi&lt;/em&gt;. He didn't want to be late for VA; make us rush like siao. I eat like one &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;monster&lt;/span&gt; liddat,&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; gobble&lt;/span&gt; everything up. He as usual, wif &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;long legs&lt;/span&gt;, reached school first while Dillion &amp;amp; I took a slow stroll. &lt;strong&gt;Best&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;thing&lt;/strong&gt; is tt when we reached, the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;teacher wasn't even there yet!&lt;/span&gt; HA! &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I'm gonna write a essay already. After VA, apparently there was some &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;conflict in the 02's side.&lt;/span&gt; And &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yuhui &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Thiam Jie&lt;/span&gt; broke out into a fight. Maria Chen asked me to help; I ask her, 'do wad? &lt;strong&gt;DANCE UH&lt;/strong&gt;?' HAHA Anyway, went wif Maria Chen &amp;amp; Yuhui to NTUC to shop shop! ^^ I bought &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sweets &amp;amp; chocolatesssss~!&lt;/span&gt; Wooo! &lt;strong&gt;Pamper yourselves now while you still can.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I finally &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;understood&lt;/span&gt; tt phrase (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-3230942394199741525?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/3230942394199741525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=3230942394199741525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/3230942394199741525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/3230942394199741525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2009/10/dear-diary-many-weird-and-unexplainable.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TKYTzjxN5KI/AAAAAAAAAv8/z2eVyFCRwb8/s72-c/Love+Jar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-9215345306982420438</id><published>2010-09-17T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T09:09:08.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TJ9Tb4-7o6I/AAAAAAAAAv0/YW36Rv_IDlQ/s1600/Scream!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521223406797431714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TJ9Tb4-7o6I/AAAAAAAAAv0/YW36Rv_IDlQ/s400/Scream!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leave, get out, right now. It's the end of you &amp;amp; me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The school's&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; 45th Anniversary&lt;/span&gt; for the big shots to attend was today!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We got to &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;usher&lt;/span&gt; them. The&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Council Blazers&lt;/span&gt; were all too&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; big&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : the smallest was a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wore the &lt;strong&gt;XL&lt;/strong&gt; LOL, look like one idiot&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; swimming inside&lt;/span&gt; liddat. I can practically &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;take it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt; juz by shifting my shoulders a little.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The performance was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; cool. Can't see how the audience &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;managed&lt;/span&gt; to pull through lol. Eh, and you know wad? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE VIPs FEAKING GOT TO EAT &lt;strong&gt;SHARKFIN!&lt;/strong&gt; ARGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And the ushers get... &lt;em&gt;*Drums roll*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We didn't get anything -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wa lao, it's like&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; damn nice&lt;/span&gt; la. I see the&lt;em&gt; pipping hot sharkfin soup overflowing wif tender goodness and stuffs.&lt;/em&gt; And and, I saw &lt;strong&gt;Pan Ling Ling&lt;/strong&gt;! Woo~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway, came home quite late and was on the com. Then mom suddenly came into the room &lt;em&gt;*Random*&lt;/em&gt; and started talking. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Crazy one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway,&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; damn funneh&lt;/span&gt; luh. She started&lt;em&gt; talking&lt;/em&gt; about men chasing her, even at the Town area. Lol. Not bad uh, her&lt;strong&gt; age&lt;/strong&gt; liddat still can&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; attract man&lt;/span&gt; :x&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Eh, she talked about this guy &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;who started to talk to her when she was sitting at the fountain in Takashimaya or sth.&lt;/span&gt; Then another&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; one who asked for directions and then asked for her name card lol.&lt;/span&gt; And&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; one more, who met and introduced himself as some bigshot pilot who flies the rich &amp;amp; famous.&lt;/span&gt; Damn funneh la. She shared this story for&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;hours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She also talked about how Dad &amp;amp; her were &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;dating and stuffs luh&lt;/span&gt;. Mom said tt when she was in secondary school,&lt;strong&gt; so many&lt;/strong&gt; boys chased her. And she shunned them off like &lt;em&gt;free&lt;/em&gt; liddat; one of them even came up to her house and gave her a&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; gift&lt;/span&gt; - she juz &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;threw&lt;/span&gt; it into the dustbin after he left LOL. Damn &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;epic&lt;/span&gt;. Omg, she talked like &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;machine gun&lt;/span&gt; liddat. When we finally finished, it was like 3. Heh, so much for sleeping early uh. HAHA (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Cheerio~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-9215345306982420438?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/9215345306982420438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=9215345306982420438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/9215345306982420438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/9215345306982420438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/09/dear-diary-leave-get-out-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TJ9Tb4-7o6I/AAAAAAAAAv0/YW36Rv_IDlQ/s72-c/Scream!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-8677928383187804541</id><published>2010-09-10T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T11:24:10.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TIp24nAARyI/AAAAAAAAAvs/z_riBow-t6E/s1600/Music+notes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515351408582346530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TIp24nAARyI/AAAAAAAAAvs/z_riBow-t6E/s400/Music+notes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiting for your call, baby night &amp;amp; day. I'm fed up, I tired of waiting on you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think this place is practically&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; haunted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lor. Never update,&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; cobwebs&lt;/span&gt; everywhere. Heh, anyway. Hols are&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; already and I haven't started even a bit of revision. Juz dun&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; feel like&lt;/span&gt;. You know, tt kind of &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;procrastination feeling&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've finally found&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; today&lt;/span&gt; as a free day to collate all my songs and&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; sync it into my iPod&lt;/span&gt;. My god, after dunno how many&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; donkey months&lt;/span&gt;. Now my iPod has been &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;revamped!&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;It currently has 300++ songs. And tt stupid&lt;strong&gt; 2GB&lt;/strong&gt; gizmo, is gonna be full soon -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, tmr's &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Uncle John's housewarming&lt;/span&gt;. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bai!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Señorita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-8677928383187804541?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/8677928383187804541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=8677928383187804541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/8677928383187804541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/8677928383187804541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-diary-waiting-for-your-call-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TIp24nAARyI/AAAAAAAAAvs/z_riBow-t6E/s72-c/Music+notes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-2933279540164540286</id><published>2010-08-20T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T23:08:17.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You looked me in the eyes; I saw tt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;O Level Cheena&lt;/span&gt; results were&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; out&lt;/span&gt;. Like&lt;em&gt; _____.&lt;/em&gt; I mustered a&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; B4&lt;/span&gt;. Heh, was expecting an A2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mayb I'll needa &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;retake&lt;/span&gt; then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;funneh&lt;/span&gt;, today after English lesson (&lt;em&gt; Gan was screaming at me as usual; I couldn't care less&lt;/em&gt; ) , as I walked out of the class room. Ericia was&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; holding&lt;/span&gt; the door&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I said&lt;em&gt; 'Thank you, door girl'&lt;/em&gt; then I think she got angry and tried to kick me. Lol, best part is she &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;missed&lt;/span&gt;. Then she came to me afterwards and said, ''Eh Nicholas Ang, I&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; miss&lt;/span&gt; you!" (&lt;em&gt;English fail lol&lt;/em&gt;) Gloria &amp;amp; I got a&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; shock&lt;/span&gt; lol. Damn epic, took her some time to realise wad she said sounded so wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Señorita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-2933279540164540286?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/2933279540164540286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=2933279540164540286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/2933279540164540286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/2933279540164540286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear-diary-you-looked-me-in-eyes-i-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-5272386397253255735</id><published>2010-08-12T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T09:40:37.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TGQdq5dBmVI/AAAAAAAAAvc/IuR5d8CaMlg/s1600/DSC09137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504557267367860562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TGQdq5dBmVI/AAAAAAAAAvc/IuR5d8CaMlg/s400/DSC09137.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; Nice right? Becca wrote this on my hand. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you're juz testing the waters for your sis, then goodbye to you too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dun bother to update frequently,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; no time&lt;/span&gt; ah! Tuition &amp;amp; school homework&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; piling&lt;/span&gt; up like free liddat. Recently&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; so&lt;/span&gt; many things happened in school. Can't even&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; remb&lt;/span&gt;. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It all went &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; fast&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I juz heard tt we're left wif like&lt;strong&gt; 70++ days&lt;/strong&gt; to&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; O levels&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My God&lt;/em&gt;, since when did &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;time fly so fast&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#%$*(#% !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got so &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;disappointed &lt;/span&gt;wif myself for tt stupid A maths class test. Wa lao, could have gotten full marks &lt;strong&gt;20/20&lt;/strong&gt; budden got this stupid careless mistake. And this &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;dumb &lt;/span&gt;qn I forgot to find &lt;em&gt;c&lt;/em&gt;, then &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3 marks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;gone&lt;/span&gt;. Stupid la. :((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I feel like&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;murdering&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;someone! HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Señorita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-5272386397253255735?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/5272386397253255735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=5272386397253255735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/5272386397253255735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/5272386397253255735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/01/nice-right-becca-wrote-this-on-my-hand.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TGQdq5dBmVI/AAAAAAAAAvc/IuR5d8CaMlg/s72-c/DSC09137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-3688821089686440702</id><published>2010-08-08T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T09:42:36.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iZQUsg9X1vc&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iZQUsg9X1vc&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Humour&lt;/span&gt; to&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; lighten&lt;/span&gt; up my day. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Epic&lt;/span&gt; sia! &lt;strong&gt;My GOD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My god damn funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-3688821089686440702?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/3688821089686440702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=3688821089686440702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/3688821089686440702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/3688821089686440702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-god-damn-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-8507180814792830757</id><published>2010-08-06T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T11:26:04.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;National&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Celebrations&lt;/span&gt; in School&lt;em&gt; today~!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Sec 4s were damn &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;enthu&lt;/span&gt; during the singing of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;National Day songs&lt;/span&gt;. Siti dragged me to sing along; budden its damn entertaining. Heard Dillion sing for the &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; time. So &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;low pitch&lt;/span&gt; like Kok &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;liddat. Walao, nvm luh.&lt;strong&gt; Make me feel better about myself anyways (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were laughing at &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ms&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gan&lt;/span&gt; today when she appeared at the assembly ground : Guess wad? She wore &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;White&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;. Crazy one; the &lt;strong&gt;colour orientation fail&lt;/strong&gt;. Must be supporting Poland sia. After the songs, we went to the hall to watch some &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;lame patriotic videos&lt;/span&gt;. Dillion &amp;amp; I faster zao to toilet slack (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPA&lt;/strong&gt; ah. My God, dun wanna talk about it. Idk wad I doing also. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Mad&lt;/span&gt; one la, I wrote (&lt;em&gt;eh, I think cannot say out, Garmen watching my every move :/&lt;/em&gt; ) Juz dun think it's right can already. I didn't even time the reaction of decomposition la. Juz estimate only -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Ms Teo was &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sleeping&lt;/span&gt;. Wth? LOL Where got invigillator sleeping one. She say dk wad got &lt;strong&gt;something&lt;/strong&gt; every &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;month&lt;/span&gt;, then her whole body aching -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I skipped VA MUAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Cool right~!&lt;/span&gt; I'm professional for this kind of&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; sweet escapes&lt;/span&gt;. 'Becca gave me her NDP goodie bag (it was freaking heavy, mayb tt was one of the reason she could give it to me so freely) And guess wad? Our school &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Piano's key have changed!&lt;/span&gt; Finally my God! At least the Piano sounds &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;decent&lt;/span&gt; now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to watch &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Salt&lt;/span&gt;. Damn cool luh; Jolie damn&lt;em&gt; zai&lt;/em&gt;, on the street can juz take anything she want. She shoot ppl like free liddat. And her loyalty damn confusing :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nonetheless, quite&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; niceee~!&lt;/span&gt; I reckon there'll be a &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Part Two&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-8507180814792830757?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/8507180814792830757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=8507180814792830757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/8507180814792830757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/8507180814792830757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear-diary-national-celebrations-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-4939157145460614689</id><published>2010-07-30T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T11:27:37.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TFME609_VAI/AAAAAAAAAvU/NPo_9Vlat9s/s1600/School+bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499744978647077890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TFME609_VAI/AAAAAAAAAvU/NPo_9Vlat9s/s400/School+bus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this on&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Facebook&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some days I really like you, some days I juz wanna push you in front of a bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; this HAHA, apparently I would like to do the latter to you right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No time&lt;/strong&gt; to post anything luh; Homework &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;piling up&lt;/span&gt; like mad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hotel stay tmr!&lt;/span&gt; (Chancery, dun&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; jealous&lt;/span&gt; HAHA)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TV Messenging in School is counting down to my birthday! Ha, so &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Btw, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Happy Birthday Dian! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Stay wif Wj for better or for worse okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-4939157145460614689?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/4939157145460614689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=4939157145460614689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/4939157145460614689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/4939157145460614689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/07/dear-diary-saw-this-on-facebook-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TFME609_VAI/AAAAAAAAAvU/NPo_9Vlat9s/s72-c/School+bus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-5875280030786662822</id><published>2010-07-12T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T09:54:27.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TEHb2vLKOHI/AAAAAAAAAus/pr1epzJzwUA/s1600/Spanish+OWN!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494914753791408242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TEHb2vLKOHI/AAAAAAAAAus/pr1epzJzwUA/s400/Spanish+OWN!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spain should change their flag! HAHA. Cute picture! ♥ &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY HUILING! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now your &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Elmo&lt;/span&gt; has another companion, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ernie&lt;/span&gt;! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard the news?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Spain wins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Woots~!&lt;/em&gt; FTW, Huat ah lol. Heh, knew it. Mr Paul, you done it again.&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; 8 out of 8&lt;/span&gt; predictions. I start to question your intelligence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-5875280030786662822?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/5875280030786662822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=5875280030786662822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/5875280030786662822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/5875280030786662822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/07/spain-should-change-their-flag-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TEHb2vLKOHI/AAAAAAAAAus/pr1epzJzwUA/s72-c/Spanish+OWN!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-6459891034917395924</id><published>2010-07-06T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T09:31:25.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TEHq1LnRtnI/AAAAAAAAAvM/E6vGJIm8tuU/s1600/SPLASH!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 381px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494931219740210802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TEHq1LnRtnI/AAAAAAAAAvM/E6vGJIm8tuU/s400/SPLASH!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No, tt's not my graduating badge, if not we'll be screwed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;*Splash!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi, I've wasted a loooooong time liking&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;you. :/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; officially&lt;/span&gt; stepped down from&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Council&lt;/span&gt;! HA! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;No more&lt;/span&gt; wearing of badge &amp;amp; tie and being so &lt;em&gt;patriotic, all smartly-dressed and wad nots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I'm free from&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; tyranny&lt;/span&gt;~! No la, I'm not so bad. Council ain't&lt;strong&gt; TT&lt;/strong&gt; bad. Heh, the council farewell camp during the June hols was most &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;touching&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Thanks for all the gifts Juniors. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;appreciated&lt;/span&gt; it. Must continue the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nicholas flame &lt;/span&gt;ignited okay? HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to be and act like a &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;normal &lt;/span&gt;student living average lives. Somehow it still feels weird not to be wearing a tie and badge. Especially the tie; feels like no one is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;strangling&lt;/span&gt; you anymore :S&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I'll try living wif it. Since I have my CCA points and done my job as &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;role model&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;*AHEM*&lt;/em&gt; of course! I should have some &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;peace and tranquility&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now leave me alone (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-6459891034917395924?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/6459891034917395924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=6459891034917395924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/6459891034917395924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/6459891034917395924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-tts-not-my-graduating-badge-if-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TEHq1LnRtnI/AAAAAAAAAvM/E6vGJIm8tuU/s72-c/SPLASH!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-3881105351937219633</id><published>2010-07-04T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T09:30:16.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TEHmW2TQGzI/AAAAAAAAAvE/jsad2Dy_gNw/s1600/OMG+EPIC+HAHAHA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494926300576488242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TEHmW2TQGzI/AAAAAAAAAvE/jsad2Dy_gNw/s400/OMG+EPIC+HAHAHA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Go ahead and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; LAUGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;! HA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi, remb the time you said I was your lucky star?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shopping ah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So long never go for one already. Met wif Ky &amp;amp; Zoe after Church at &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Orchard Central&lt;/span&gt;. We window shopped luh cause no more&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; moneh&lt;/span&gt; already (&lt;strong&gt;NOT!&lt;/strong&gt; Haha) We laughed at practically anything and everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the &lt;em&gt;不男不女 &lt;/em&gt;person walking past us, to the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;model&lt;/span&gt; outside one of the branded stalls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;stationary escalator&lt;/span&gt; was also damn &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;epic&lt;/span&gt;. Aiya, laugh and&lt;strong&gt; enhance my 6 packs&lt;/strong&gt;. Best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fun can already, elaborate for you also no use. Not like you're gonna&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; stalk&lt;/span&gt; me or anything (&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;OR ARE YOU? HAHA&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GSS &lt;/span&gt;ah, not my cup of tea. &lt;strong&gt;Women rush and snatch whilst the men sit back and relax.&lt;/strong&gt; This is the real time where men can&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; enjoy&lt;/span&gt;. Women can shop for hours which means we can have the &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of not seeing them for hours!&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; But!&lt;/span&gt; Men pay, men suffer &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;carrying the shopping bags&lt;/span&gt;, men &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dun&lt;/span&gt; get anything in return, mayb only a &lt;em&gt;'Can you hold my bags properly, make sure you dun spoil anything or else you're dead.'&lt;/em&gt; remark from the woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So much for the GSS eh. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; tt tt &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;aforementioned&lt;/span&gt; situation happened to me sth. &lt;em&gt;But still...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-3881105351937219633?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/3881105351937219633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=3881105351937219633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/3881105351937219633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/3881105351937219633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/07/go-ahead-and-laugh-ha-dear-diary.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TEHmW2TQGzI/AAAAAAAAAvE/jsad2Dy_gNw/s72-c/OMG+EPIC+HAHAHA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-7835919878478089526</id><published>2010-07-02T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T09:29:25.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi, it's like i dun even know you anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY GOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; O level Oral today ah, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;confirm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CMI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; already. I would be&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; lucky&lt;/span&gt; to even pass. Super hard la. They asked about (&lt;em&gt;can blog about this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;anot&lt;/span&gt;? Government watching my every move; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;scarly&lt;/span&gt; say wad stupid copyright then have me arrested for some fraud&lt;/em&gt;) my feelings on the subject of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; taking pictures (like &lt;strong&gt;STOMP&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;liddat&lt;/span&gt;) and posting it up on the net. The two male examiners were practically&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; smiling&lt;/span&gt; at me the whole time (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dk&lt;/span&gt; whether &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tt's&lt;/span&gt; a&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; good&lt;/span&gt; sign or not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I anyhow &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bomb&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt;, the examiners all gave me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;'&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mmmm&lt;/span&gt;, ya ya' expression'&lt;/em&gt;. Their faces like in deep thought making me feel like everything I &lt;em&gt;bullshit-ted&lt;/em&gt; about was all so philosophical and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wif&lt;/span&gt; substance. Which I &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;doubt&lt;/span&gt;, they may &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; be giving me&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; false hopes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Zoe to watch&lt;strong&gt; Twilight : &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aiyo&lt;/span&gt;, practically the whole movie I was talking to her. No idea wad the show is talking about! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; best&lt;/span&gt; thing is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt; I didn't even know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt; this was the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;3rd movie&lt;/span&gt; in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sequel&lt;/span&gt;. I still thought this one is the 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt; Twilight &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; came out last year. Didn't know it was ancient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun like the movie. Not nice one &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. The poster of Bella in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Eclipse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt;, her face like wanna&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; sleep&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;liddat&lt;/span&gt;. And Taylor is quite okay. You should see wad he said to Robert in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~You gotta admit, I'm much more hotter than you!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Señorita&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-7835919878478089526?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/7835919878478089526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=7835919878478089526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/7835919878478089526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/7835919878478089526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/07/dear-diary-my-god-cheena-o-level-oral.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-2702544135110324062</id><published>2010-06-30T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T08:21:38.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi, I'm trying to get over you, but apparently it isn't working. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Anyways, O level Oral is nearing. So&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; scary&lt;/span&gt;; my Cheena is like&lt;em&gt; _____.&lt;/em&gt; Comfirm &lt;strong&gt;CMI&lt;/strong&gt;. Let's hope the Examiner from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt; or sth LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, today's CME was pretty interesting.&lt;em&gt; Voo&lt;/em&gt; (Haha, I love her surrname!) made all the councillors in our class stand in front of the class. == Nala &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;'died'&lt;/span&gt;, so we had 5 altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the remaining class of 30 split into 6 groups. We had to choose one of the 6 to join in some group discussion. Apparently, each group represented a&lt;em&gt; 'Party'&lt;/em&gt;. I named ours&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; 'SpongeBob Federation' aka SBF.&lt;/span&gt; HAHA; cool right? The class gave me tt &lt;strong&gt;lame + childish&lt;/strong&gt; expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheh, Ericia said I was childish. We were supposed to send one representative to give a speech to ask the general public (5 ppl being the General public of 5 million lol) to&lt;em&gt; 'convince'&lt;/em&gt; them to vote for 'you'. All our implementations very cool one okay :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Free&lt;/strong&gt; Mac for all everday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-No NS (Yaye! ^^) AKA all men turn&lt;strong&gt; gay&lt;/strong&gt;! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Free&lt;/strong&gt; entry to Resort World Sentosa! (RWS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;-Banned teachers from scolding students! &lt;strong&gt;*Like*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;-PLSE, O/N/A Levels are&lt;strong&gt; banished&lt;/strong&gt; from this country and sent to Exile to be never heard again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Free&lt;/strong&gt; WiFi throughout Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-And lastly, running naked outside AKA streaking will &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; be made illegal anymore! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last point I thought of it luh! :D&lt;br /&gt;Calvin suggested that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Racism should be Legal&lt;/span&gt;! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn&lt;strong&gt; epic&lt;/strong&gt; can. At the end of the day, Adeline's group won! (&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The Complain Party; TCP&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;@#$)@#(*$@#~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won by one vote; we got 4 they got 5 :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her idea of printing moneh for everyone amused me to no end. And, Becca voted &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;against&lt;/span&gt; her group! Damn funneh, so bad luh. In the end her Party got&lt;em&gt; -nil-&lt;/em&gt; votes HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Señorita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-2702544135110324062?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/2702544135110324062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=2702544135110324062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/2702544135110324062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/2702544135110324062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/06/dear-diary-hi-im-trying-to-get-over-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-5844295718099465950</id><published>2010-06-28T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T09:53:45.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First day of school after the 'long' school hols. Pray I survive. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-5844295718099465950?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/5844295718099465950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=5844295718099465950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/5844295718099465950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/5844295718099465950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/06/dear-diary-first-day-of-school-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-6111384872165802381</id><published>2010-06-27T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T09:50:38.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TEHeByINehI/AAAAAAAAAu8/JEEnsGiqz_E/s1600/TS3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494917142586161682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TEHeByINehI/AAAAAAAAAu8/JEEnsGiqz_E/s400/TS3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v_FfHA5whXc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v_FfHA5whXc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Went to watch TS3 wif Mom &amp;amp; Derren, Eva. Wah, the&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; 3D glasses&lt;/span&gt; at j8 so big and bulky. Like one mother liddat. Take out tt time, the bridge of my nose got &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;mark&lt;/span&gt; already. Heh, the cinema was damn freaking&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; cold&lt;/span&gt;. Inside like got&lt;strong&gt; fits&lt;/strong&gt; liddat; crazy one. Like inside&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Snow City*&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The movie is&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; NICEEEEEE~!&lt;/span&gt; Damn&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; touching&lt;/span&gt;. Never fail man, after &lt;em&gt;MIA-ing&lt;/em&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;10 years&lt;/strong&gt;. They striked back wif the same impact, if not &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;greater!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Go watch it, you'll &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; regret. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Promise (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-6111384872165802381?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/6111384872165802381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=6111384872165802381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/6111384872165802381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/6111384872165802381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/06/went-to-watch-ts3-wif-mom-derren-eva.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TEHeByINehI/AAAAAAAAAu8/JEEnsGiqz_E/s72-c/TS3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-1208201888549169582</id><published>2010-06-25T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T09:52:25.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TEHaRtVUYoI/AAAAAAAAAuk/N2eMzUwSNao/s1600/P1409_25-06-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494913018130358914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TEHaRtVUYoI/AAAAAAAAAuk/N2eMzUwSNao/s400/P1409_25-06-10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; iPad! lol&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TEHaRSEBYAI/AAAAAAAAAuc/YBNotYWUWO4/s1600/P1415%5B01%5D_25-06-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494913010810052610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TEHaRSEBYAI/AAAAAAAAAuc/YBNotYWUWO4/s400/P1415%5B01%5D_25-06-10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TEHaQZRsv8I/AAAAAAAAAuU/q7MzMRON1w8/s1600/P1415%5B02%5D_25-06-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494912995566600130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TEHaQZRsv8I/AAAAAAAAAuU/q7MzMRON1w8/s400/P1415%5B02%5D_25-06-10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TEHZlT4R6XI/AAAAAAAAAuM/ChRu-pW4Ld8/s1600/P1415_25-06-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494912255383431538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TEHZlT4R6XI/AAAAAAAAAuM/ChRu-pW4Ld8/s400/P1415_25-06-10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TEHZkyySQjI/AAAAAAAAAuE/b0_0lhrvCV8/s1600/P1416%5B01%5D_25-06-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494912246499918386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TEHZkyySQjI/AAAAAAAAAuE/b0_0lhrvCV8/s400/P1416%5B01%5D_25-06-10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TEHZkVQIQ7I/AAAAAAAAAt8/uhbWGp_N_Yw/s1600/P1416_25-06-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494912238572028850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TEHZkVQIQ7I/AAAAAAAAAt8/uhbWGp_N_Yw/s400/P1416_25-06-10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TEHZjz3636I/AAAAAAAAAt0/ucpghEgc9BY/s1600/P1417_25-06-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494912229612117922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TEHZjz3636I/AAAAAAAAAt0/ucpghEgc9BY/s400/P1417_25-06-10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TEHZjpb2yPI/AAAAAAAAAts/4uGv39TRoJ8/s1600/P1428_25-06-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494912226810054898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TEHZjpb2yPI/AAAAAAAAAts/4uGv39TRoJ8/s400/P1428_25-06-10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Try shoving this into your face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sentosa was&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; packed&lt;/span&gt; like wad liddat. Thought it would be a &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ghost&lt;/span&gt; town, but I was wrong. The tickets were practically&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; sold out&lt;/span&gt; when me &amp;amp; my neighbours arrived at&lt;em&gt; 11am&lt;/em&gt;. So I had to buy the &lt;em&gt;Annual Pass&lt;/em&gt; costing a whooping &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;$300++ dollars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! My&lt;strong&gt; GOD&lt;/strong&gt;! Tt's gonna be coming out of my bank account. Now must&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; slog like hell already&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heh, the place was pretty okay. It looks presentable. Not many&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; rides&lt;/span&gt; but the shows were&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; cool&lt;/span&gt;. I like the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Steven Spielberg movie setup&lt;/span&gt; thingy. Damn &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;realistic&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And and! I finally sat the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Mummy roller coaster~!&lt;/span&gt; Ha! I'm usually&lt;strong&gt; freaking&lt;/strong&gt; out when I hear roller coaster this two words. Jodi &amp;amp; Nicholas managed to drag me to the ride. The waiting was making me nervous. They described until like very scary liddat. It was in fact pretty scary; nonetheless. They took pictures of us during the ride. I expected my face to be like those&lt;em&gt; 'OMG, I'm not going to make it, I'm gonna die' &lt;/em&gt;kind of face, but then show one&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; smiling&lt;/span&gt; one. Wth? I was scared and yet&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; smiling&lt;/span&gt;. Oh the&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; irony&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We ate&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; Pizza&lt;/span&gt;! So big plate; eat one slice cannot eat already lol. Super&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; big&lt;/span&gt; la, we had to&lt;em&gt; tau pao&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Superb day&lt;/span&gt;; ask me out to Universal Studios any time from now. My Annual pass is still &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;valid&lt;/span&gt;! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-1208201888549169582?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/1208201888549169582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=1208201888549169582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/1208201888549169582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/1208201888549169582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/06/dear-diary-sentosa-was-packed-like-wad.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TEHaRtVUYoI/AAAAAAAAAuk/N2eMzUwSNao/s72-c/P1409_25-06-10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-7318947883982639100</id><published>2010-06-17T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T07:04:09.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TCyeudLfwoI/AAAAAAAAAtk/fw4k5XjTEh8/s1600/Marina+Barrage2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488936566801810050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TCyeudLfwoI/AAAAAAAAAtk/fw4k5XjTEh8/s400/Marina+Barrage2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TCyeuPu4C5I/AAAAAAAAAtc/dxgePsI8DKk/s1600/Marina+Barrage+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488936563192105874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TCyeuPu4C5I/AAAAAAAAAtc/dxgePsI8DKk/s400/Marina+Barrage+5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TCyetzCZ39I/AAAAAAAAAtU/zWvA18TeTx4/s1600/Marina+Barrage+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488936555489386450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TCyetzCZ39I/AAAAAAAAAtU/zWvA18TeTx4/s400/Marina+Barrage+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TCyes8Ic_WI/AAAAAAAAAtM/zMWIn3jSywM/s1600/Marina+Barrage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488936540750806370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TCyes8Ic_WI/AAAAAAAAAtM/zMWIn3jSywM/s400/Marina+Barrage3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Epic, look at my face! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TCyesutuALI/AAAAAAAAAtE/zJ6kjC2hX08/s1600/Marina+Barrage+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488936537149014194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TCyesutuALI/AAAAAAAAAtE/zJ6kjC2hX08/s400/Marina+Barrage+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marina barrage&lt;/strong&gt;! Glad I got away from all the&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; toiling&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; working&lt;/span&gt; for a break.&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; Fun&lt;/span&gt; can!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Side note : Flying a kite&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; isn't&lt;/span&gt; easy, believe me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried and ran like some&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; dying goose&lt;/span&gt;. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It juz likes to&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; kiss&lt;/span&gt; the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY HUI WEN! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Señorita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-7318947883982639100?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/7318947883982639100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=7318947883982639100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/7318947883982639100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/7318947883982639100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/06/epic-look-at-my-face-lol-dear-diary.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TCyeudLfwoI/AAAAAAAAAtk/fw4k5XjTEh8/s72-c/Marina+Barrage2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-852169955112103634</id><published>2010-06-15T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T10:09:32.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TBz2jT3RwcI/AAAAAAAAAsM/gee0-A7oeSg/s1600/The+Karate+Kid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484529532718399938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TBz2jT3RwcI/AAAAAAAAAsM/gee0-A7oeSg/s400/The+Karate+Kid.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *Whoosh~!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TBz2LVNLzyI/AAAAAAAAAsE/T1Jon8uS2to/s1600/The+Karate+Kid.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;Went wif Karesia to watch &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Karate Kid&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;J8&lt;/span&gt;. Last minute everyone&lt;strong&gt; backed out&lt;/strong&gt; == Lame luh. &lt;em&gt;One by one&lt;/em&gt;; next time I gonna &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;slap&lt;/span&gt; you all hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the show was nice. Nice enough to keep me entertained for 2 hours although I felt tt the movie was a little&lt;em&gt; lengthy&lt;/em&gt;. GV was packed like &lt;strong&gt;6 pack&lt;/strong&gt; liddat today. The seats were practically all booked. The woman at the counter was literally &lt;em&gt;chiong-ing&lt;/em&gt; all the&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; 'orders'&lt;/span&gt; like a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mad woman&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending was quite&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; predictable&lt;/span&gt; though, but it wasn't enough to move me to&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; tears&lt;/span&gt; though. Lol, I freaking like the girl who knows how to play the &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;violin&lt;/span&gt;. Omg, the &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;violin&lt;/span&gt; piece was damn nice. I'm in&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt; wif it! And and, after watching the show I feel like learning&lt;strong&gt; Karate&lt;/strong&gt;! Like so &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; liddat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beat this! HAHA ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seño-&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;--HAIYA!--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;-rita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-852169955112103634?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/852169955112103634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=852169955112103634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/852169955112103634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/852169955112103634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/06/whoosh-dear-diary-went-wif-karesia-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TBz2jT3RwcI/AAAAAAAAAsM/gee0-A7oeSg/s72-c/The+Karate+Kid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-6508504012248918794</id><published>2010-06-15T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T10:04:50.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FWZ7yLGZ9a4&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FWZ7yLGZ9a4&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Have you seen this video? Heh, Churches are &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;disgracing&lt;/span&gt; themselves one after another. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Moral : DUN POST SERMONS ONLINE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Only&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; crazy&lt;/span&gt; ppl would have thought of such a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;BRILLIANT&lt;/span&gt; idea! ==&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Offensive&lt;/span&gt; as it seems, I find the part when you're at home and turn your whole body quite &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;amusing&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-6508504012248918794?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/6508504012248918794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=6508504012248918794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/6508504012248918794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/6508504012248918794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-2759935629180946242</id><published>2010-06-08T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T09:45:30.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TBzzr2YU5pI/AAAAAAAAAr8/kIgwAKPzR7I/s1600/Shrek-Forever-After-Poster-april.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484526380887893650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TBzzr2YU5pI/AAAAAAAAAr8/kIgwAKPzR7I/s400/Shrek-Forever-After-Poster-april.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TBzzrbuVp2I/AAAAAAAAAr0/atCvnAJzPbU/s1600/Kitty+Cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484526373732460386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TBzzrbuVp2I/AAAAAAAAAr0/atCvnAJzPbU/s400/Kitty+Cat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; cute&lt;/span&gt; as me! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;Went to watch&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; Shrek Forever After&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3D&lt;/span&gt; today. Mom was complaining tt the tickets were so expensive. Heh, we went down to town, Lido to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; feasible&lt;/span&gt; you know! The movie was actually quite&lt;strong&gt; nice&lt;/strong&gt; despite the many negative reviews. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Cool&lt;/span&gt; luh, I still&lt;em&gt; support&lt;/em&gt; Shrek all the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to the wonderful production crew (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Señorita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-2759935629180946242?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/2759935629180946242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=2759935629180946242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/2759935629180946242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/2759935629180946242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/06/as-cute-as-me-haha-dear-diary-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TBzzr2YU5pI/AAAAAAAAAr8/kIgwAKPzR7I/s72-c/Shrek-Forever-After-Poster-april.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-2895496416596496280</id><published>2010-06-06T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T09:12:07.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You weren't the person I thought I &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;knew&lt;/span&gt;. Speak of &lt;strong&gt;the pot calling the kettle black&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll still be &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;pretending&lt;/span&gt; though; afterall, tt's the specialty of being a&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; hypocrite&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come on, give me your&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; best shot&lt;/span&gt;! Look at yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if you ever need a &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;wake-up call&lt;/span&gt;, I'll be &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; to offer you&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; a tight slap&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;left right centre, inside-out, upside-down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tempt me (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...if you dare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-2895496416596496280?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/2895496416596496280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=2895496416596496280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/2895496416596496280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/2895496416596496280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/06/dear-diary-you-werent-person-i-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-4676751271082141502</id><published>2010-06-03T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T09:17:03.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zmIoRlAZCeg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zmIoRlAZCeg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;Phy remedial was as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dead &lt;/span&gt;as ever, at least it was better than yesterday. Anyway, during the remedial, Ericia said tt I was born &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;clever &amp;amp; trustworthy!&lt;/span&gt; :D Then Chuan Jee turned back and commented that I play&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; exceptionally well&lt;/span&gt; on the Piano! Woots, wah, not bad; get so many compliments and I didn't even have to flatter myself! LOL. I didn't&lt;strong&gt; blackmail&lt;/strong&gt; them okay! It came&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from the horses' mouths!&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I know I'm awesome! ^^&lt;br /&gt;Dun mention it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I &lt;strong&gt;skipped&lt;/strong&gt; Eng remedial today! Muahaha, Ericia managed to convince me not to go. Instead, went to watch &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Prince Of Persia (POP)&lt;/span&gt; wif Dillion, Galvin, Weiping, Sok Khing &amp;amp; Calvin&lt;br /&gt;Omg, the movie &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;freaking cool!&lt;/span&gt; I seriously rate it &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;/10&lt;/span&gt;. The acting and special effects were &lt;em&gt;*boomz*!&lt;/em&gt; Damn cool, not even a split second was boring! Mayb also because of the casts too. And you know wad? Tamina, the Princess is&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;drop dead gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; My god, she damn&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; pretty&lt;/span&gt; la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478572741154672514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TAfM4aCpj4I/AAAAAAAAArk/O974Omh0fB4/s400/Gemma.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Gemma Arterton! ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Omg, she's damn&lt;em&gt; cute&lt;/em&gt; la! You should hear her&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; laugh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Ahem*&lt;/em&gt;, anyway, after skipping Gan Lay Tsin; went wif Mom &amp;amp; Eva to&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; NTUC&lt;/span&gt; to buy &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;groceries&lt;/span&gt;! We bought things like free. (&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rare&lt;/span&gt; case you know : Mom must have &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;striked it rich&lt;/span&gt;! $.$)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Usually, she would restrict but today , juz&lt;em&gt; lelong&lt;/em&gt; ah! We bought&lt;strong&gt; tidbits, instant noodles, toilet paper (LOL), sauces, live crab ♥ , all in overwhelming abundance. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And the astounding bill amounted to around&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; $170++&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Heh, cool right. Imagine we shop at&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Ion&lt;/span&gt; or&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; 313&lt;/span&gt; wif tt amount of &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;moneh&lt;/span&gt;! We could buy the most branded undergarments in the world! LOL Embrioded wif &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;jewels&lt;/span&gt; and adorned wif &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;crystals&lt;/span&gt; and stuffs. Okay, too exaggerating; sound more like Fashion Shows &amp;amp; Victoria's Secret already!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At least something made my day! POP! Woots, now we're talking, Xiu Quan! Muhahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Gemma! ♥&lt;/span&gt; (Once again! ^^) &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Señorita &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-4676751271082141502?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/4676751271082141502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=4676751271082141502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/4676751271082141502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/4676751271082141502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/06/prince-of-persia-sands-of-time-behind.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TAfM4aCpj4I/AAAAAAAAArk/O974Omh0fB4/s72-c/Gemma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-8252473871508494172</id><published>2010-05-31T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T09:05:48.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TBzqQdiW0KI/AAAAAAAAArs/PB5heEJNblU/s1600/China+Cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484516014757957794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TBzqQdiW0KI/AAAAAAAAArs/PB5heEJNblU/s400/China+Cat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Dong dong dong chiang!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O levels Cheena was&lt;strong&gt; today&lt;/strong&gt;. Heh, and I wasn't a bit worried or nervous the days before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;epic&lt;/span&gt; I tell you! We were to report at 8.15am cause the exam starts at 8.30. And I happily strolled in at&lt;strong&gt; 8.25am~!&lt;/strong&gt; HAHA. And you know wad? Everyone was there already; so &lt;em&gt;malu&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But quite okay la; like &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;VIP&lt;/span&gt; liddat. Juz&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; sashayed&lt;/span&gt; in liddat, then ppl were looking. Feel so &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;honoured&lt;/span&gt;! HAHA. Cool uh, I'm well known for being&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; late&lt;/span&gt;. No surprises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The best part was Ms Heng was briefing the whole cohort and she was like,&lt;em&gt; 'Is there anyone who isn't here?' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And there I was strolling in! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She gave me tt&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; glare&lt;/span&gt; and I returned a&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; wide smile&lt;/span&gt; to her. HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The paper was okay I guess.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; A1&lt;/span&gt; here I come. Muhahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One subject, down! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-8252473871508494172?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/8252473871508494172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=8252473871508494172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/8252473871508494172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/8252473871508494172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/05/dong-dong-dong-chiang-dear-diary-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TBzqQdiW0KI/AAAAAAAAArs/PB5heEJNblU/s72-c/China+Cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-5942209950340400218</id><published>2010-05-28T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T09:30:10.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHUAN JEE WOMAN~! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muahaha, thanks for everything. All the 'les' scandals! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna own you in Piano one day! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gosh I've been buying too many presents. Time to pamper myself!&lt;br /&gt;My moneh is drying up. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MOM!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-5942209950340400218?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/5942209950340400218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=5942209950340400218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/5942209950340400218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/5942209950340400218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-diary-happy-birthday-chuan-jee.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-1122749688127206377</id><published>2010-05-24T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T08:57:54.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NtlE1VFB-Xw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NtlE1VFB-Xw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haunted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; haunting&lt;/span&gt; me. Wad do you want from me, Woman!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I seriously dunno wad to do. Wad's&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; best&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything I come across&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; reminds&lt;/span&gt; me of&lt;strong&gt; you&lt;/strong&gt;. Gosh, I'm dun wanna go back into &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a relapse&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Rain, Spongebob, Thailand, Facebook...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the list goes &lt;em&gt;onnnnnnnnnnnnnn&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-1122749688127206377?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/1122749688127206377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=1122749688127206377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/1122749688127206377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/1122749688127206377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/05/haunted-dear-diary-youre-haunting-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-3106629337322208170</id><published>2010-05-23T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T09:05:59.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S_lSP1BWF9I/AAAAAAAAArE/qwhwvmW-4ik/s1600/Robin+Hood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474497253929785298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S_lSP1BWF9I/AAAAAAAAArE/qwhwvmW-4ik/s400/Robin+Hood.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This weekend is such a&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; boring&lt;/span&gt; one! Never felt like tis b4. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although we did catch a movie at&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; J8&lt;/span&gt;, mother &amp;amp; her friends. &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Robin Hood! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was still bored to death! It was saved though, by the new laptop Mom bought on Sat. This &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;savvy device&lt;/span&gt; has a &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;face recognition&lt;/span&gt; thingy tt detects your face and automatically logs into the com. So&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; cool&lt;/span&gt; right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;s 7&lt;/span&gt; is wayyyyyyy better than&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; XP&lt;/span&gt;! So many more functions! Okay, I feel like one &lt;em&gt;'sua ku'&lt;/em&gt; now.&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Frog in the well :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MTL Intensive has begun and I'm not liking it. Chinese is screwed! Big time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt; have changed; probably cause you know sth. Still, I didn't expect to see such a drastic and sudden change.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mayb tt's juz God's way of doing things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-3106629337322208170?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/3106629337322208170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=3106629337322208170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/3106629337322208170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/3106629337322208170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-diary-this-weekend-is-such-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S_lSP1BWF9I/AAAAAAAAArE/qwhwvmW-4ik/s72-c/Robin+Hood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-6761819861950749765</id><published>2010-05-22T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T09:19:03.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY GLORIA~! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;HAHA, hope you like the&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; toy dog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(Pluto!)&lt;/span&gt; tt Xiu Quan &amp;amp; I bought! Eh, I&lt;strong&gt; chose&lt;/strong&gt; one! He doesn't have any interest in choosing presents for friends haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the times you distracted me during Chinese VA &amp;amp; normal lessons. You disturbed me all the time! And I take my &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Spongebob ruler&lt;/span&gt; which you deemed&lt;em&gt; 'my soft &amp;amp; fragile heart'&lt;/em&gt; and the&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; heartbeat tt keeps me alive&lt;/span&gt;. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So exaggerated! I'll&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; retaliate&lt;/span&gt; one day; juz you wait! Muahaha.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-6761819861950749765?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/6761819861950749765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=6761819861950749765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/6761819861950749765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/6761819861950749765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-diary-happy-birthday-gloria-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-1130153222546512671</id><published>2010-05-20T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T08:26:59.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are you here to destroy me? It seems like it. Once you appeared again in a loooong time, everything is in a mess!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can we revert back? I dun wanna face you any longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-1130153222546512671?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/1130153222546512671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=1130153222546512671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/1130153222546512671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/1130153222546512671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-diary-are-you-here-to-destroy-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-5222672762508786645</id><published>2010-05-20T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T08:40:42.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l5FlhxIibB0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l5FlhxIibB0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wad hurts the most, is being&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Never underestimate a girl's ability to find things out."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I underestimated you alright, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BIG TIME&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-5222672762508786645?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/5222672762508786645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=5222672762508786645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/5222672762508786645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/5222672762508786645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/05/wad-hurts-most-is-being-so-close.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-8600609169234986423</id><published>2010-05-16T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T07:59:20.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S_qbmI1mpaI/AAAAAAAAArM/BgrcQcFGUN4/s1600/Snoring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474859376531908002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S_qbmI1mpaI/AAAAAAAAArM/BgrcQcFGUN4/s400/Snoring.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gosh, I had a&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;nightmare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yesterday night. Dun ask me wad! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Scary&lt;/span&gt; man, it's not those &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;horror type&lt;/span&gt; though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heh, tt will be &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;very lasting&lt;/span&gt;. Let's hope it stays in my dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom is getting more&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; hip and 'in'&lt;/span&gt; it seems. She uses words like &lt;em&gt;'Kena own-ed ah!' &amp;amp; 'Lame'.&lt;/em&gt; Not bad uh, she listens to&lt;strong&gt; Lady Gaga songs&lt;/strong&gt; too. So hip la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brother &amp;amp; friend are&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; playing in the bathtub&lt;/span&gt; -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They wanted to downstairs to&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; swim&lt;/span&gt;. But so happen it&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; rained&lt;/span&gt; the minute they stepped out of the house. HA, &lt;strong&gt;ill fated&lt;/strong&gt;. So, they resorted to playing our bathtub. The place is like so small, I have no idea how they managed to &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;squeeze in&lt;/span&gt; and still enjoy themselves. I bet Mom will be&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;re&lt;/span&gt;am&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; once she witnesses the sight of a&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; wet bathroom&lt;/span&gt;. :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Church today had a powerful ministry by Pastor Dominic. Damn &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;pro&lt;/span&gt; can!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-8600609169234986423?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/8600609169234986423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=8600609169234986423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/8600609169234986423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/8600609169234986423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-diary-gosh-i-had-nightmare.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S_qbmI1mpaI/AAAAAAAAArM/BgrcQcFGUN4/s72-c/Snoring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-7098522449817697836</id><published>2010-05-13T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T07:48:49.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger mobile doesn't give you vibrancy at all. All i see are juz dull boring words. Although you gotta admit my posts are all very interesting. Lol. Anyway, juz my luck. My com died on me. Was playing mouse hunt halfway, then suddenly *boomz*, com juz went blank. And it never did come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juz came back from church after watching the Harlem Gospel Choir. Damn nice, their voices super powerful! And you know wad? They sang 'we are the world'. The place was packed like one mother. Almost all 3000 seats were taken. At least there was this happening atmosphere, if not, heck wif all the ppl ah. Gosh, i hate crowds; make me feel so inferior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, MYEs are gonna end soon. Budden Chinese o levels approaches. Omg, after tt, it's partay during the June hols! Must go do some shopping and get Xiu Quan out of his traumatic bondage. Let loose, and let go. Do so, b4 the Os.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, it rhymes! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Señorita&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-7098522449817697836?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/7098522449817697836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=7098522449817697836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/7098522449817697836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/7098522449817697836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/05/blogger-mobile-doesnt-give-you-vibrancy.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-8823492463435556918</id><published>2010-05-09T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T09:41:53.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TEHdF-b7ZHI/AAAAAAAAAu0/i_HsK8GsDSg/s1600/P1906_09-05-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494916115097937010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TEHdF-b7ZHI/AAAAAAAAAu0/i_HsK8GsDSg/s400/P1906_09-05-10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"  style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Woots!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Today is Mother's Day in Church! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had Swenson's after Church. ♥ Mother's Day special! ^^&lt;br /&gt;Swenson's remind me of Chancery though lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She is no Superwoman, nor powerful Wonderwoman.&lt;br /&gt;But to me, she is the strongest woman on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;She is no Princess Diana, nor Mother Theresa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But to me, she is the most noble and kind-hearted soul ever alive.&lt;br /&gt;She is not someone you can google on the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;But to me, she is someone everyone should know.&lt;br /&gt;She is my Mother...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"   style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"   style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;*HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY MOM!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"   style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥ ILY! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;You may not see this mom cause you can't you be reading my blog lol. But still, your eyebrows are bound to &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;twitch&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;Tuition today was &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt;! Went in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;late&lt;/span&gt;! (As usual) only to be greeted by one girl and the tutor himself -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;Apparently everyone's was too busy preparing for MYE to attend for tt mere 2 hours. Tt girl is quite &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;creepy&lt;/span&gt;; keep staring at me. God knows wad she's thinking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-8823492463435556918?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/8823492463435556918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=8823492463435556918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/8823492463435556918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/8823492463435556918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-diary-woots-today-is-mothers-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/TEHdF-b7ZHI/AAAAAAAAAu0/i_HsK8GsDSg/s72-c/P1906_09-05-10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-8369328851636046781</id><published>2010-05-05T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T07:58:45.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S-vmF-cXWZI/AAAAAAAAAqs/s3RaDv2twbs/s1600/Love+game.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470719162707302802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S-vmF-cXWZI/AAAAAAAAAqs/s3RaDv2twbs/s400/Love+game.GIF" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I editted it myself! Cool right? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are you playing a&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; love game&lt;/span&gt; wif me? Did I hit the&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; 'Game Over'&lt;/span&gt; or the&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; 'Jackpot'&lt;/span&gt; button?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It all seems like a &lt;strong&gt;vicious cycle&lt;/strong&gt;. Are we going on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're making this hard on me. Can we juz skip to the part where it says&lt;em&gt; 'Congrats, you have made it. Step up to collect your reward.' ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It would be very much faster if we weren't going by the rulebook :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-8369328851636046781?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/8369328851636046781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=8369328851636046781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/8369328851636046781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/8369328851636046781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-editted-it-myself-cool-right-d-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S-vmF-cXWZI/AAAAAAAAAqs/s3RaDv2twbs/s72-c/Love+game.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-4328918935186210323</id><published>2010-05-01T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T09:02:31.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S9w_JEBdtVI/AAAAAAAAAqM/MvOi520xwnk/s1600/World+Expo+Shanghai.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466313472652195154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S9w_JEBdtVI/AAAAAAAAAqM/MvOi520xwnk/s400/World+Expo+Shanghai.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Shanghai World Expo's Opening was &lt;em&gt;*boomz!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Saturdays are not spared either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO DO LIST:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Play Piano&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-Piano Lessons at 11am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;-New Tuition at 2pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;-Gym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;-Swimming&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;-Homework (SS, Emaths, Tuition)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-Computer ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Left the &lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt; for the last! HAHA. Heh, I've got a new Science tutor, Alex! Ever since my previous tutor got married and fly to Indonesia for dunno wad, I've been stoning there. He's super funny lol. Alex described&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Amphoteric Oxides as gays&lt;/span&gt;! LOL WTH? He says tt they can either be acid or base, can choose one. Oh gosh, and he says &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Photosynthesis&lt;/span&gt; involves taking energy in for the plant to eat! &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Epic!&lt;/span&gt; Mom has a feeling he can pull my grades up. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No promises.&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Swimming&lt;/span&gt; wif Derren today in the evening. He dragged me to go downstairs. Heh, didn't swim for sooo long. Like one&lt;em&gt; ah pek&lt;/em&gt; liddat; swim a little bit then need to go back to shore. At least I managed to tread water for 15 mins straight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gym ah, today so &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;rush&lt;/span&gt;. Cause I gotta be back for &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;News 5 at 9.30pm&lt;/span&gt;. Heh, usual stuffs. I realised my stamina is increasing! I ran 2.5km in 11.35 mins! Wooo~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Xiu Quan, juz you wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Exams are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;around the corner&lt;/span&gt;. It's so freaking near and I dun feel the&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; sense of urgency&lt;/span&gt; at all. Mayb I'm already numbed by it. Is this normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Señorita&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-4328918935186210323?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/4328918935186210323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=4328918935186210323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/4328918935186210323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/4328918935186210323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/04/shanghai-world-expos-opening-was-boomz.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S9w_JEBdtVI/AAAAAAAAAqM/MvOi520xwnk/s72-c/World+Expo+Shanghai.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-3483568785138547380</id><published>2010-04-30T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T09:02:56.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S9xHkCN9DyI/AAAAAAAAAqU/87o9iDTdH7I/s1600/Chiltern+Park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466322732117200674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S9xHkCN9DyI/AAAAAAAAAqU/87o9iDTdH7I/s400/Chiltern+Park.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; My Condo! ♥&lt;/span&gt; It may be photoshop-ed abit, but nonetheless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The condo has something affiliated to the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;luck&lt;/span&gt; I'm referring to! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woots! Thought &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lucky things&lt;/span&gt; like this come once in a &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;lifetime&lt;/span&gt;! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muahaha, is this a pure coincidental act of &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Lady Luck&lt;/span&gt; or the works of the &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Almighty God&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyhow, thanks God, when I was about to give up. You gave me a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;reason&lt;/span&gt; to perserve on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was basically a &lt;strong&gt;slacking day&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English: Gan Lay Tsin was nagging again. Telling us to form sentences using hypens, colons, etc.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chinese: Lek Hoy juz trailed on and on. Quite fun though, ironic to say sth good about Chinese lesson!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chem: Jacqueline Teo allowed us to do our own revision aka SLACK! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Maths: Annie didn't teach much. Only briefed us on the importance of Exam Preparation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VA: Chem was juz slacking, lab lesson &amp;amp; Doreen was juz teaching us basic skills for SBQ during Social Studies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, today uh. I got real &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fed up&lt;/span&gt; too. I had it wif all the &lt;em&gt;'waiting around'&lt;/em&gt; stuffs. You dun tell me wad to do; look b4 talking. I'm gonna approach you wif tt&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; hypocritical attitude&lt;/span&gt;. I'm really good at this, &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;trust me&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-3483568785138547380?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/3483568785138547380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=3483568785138547380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/3483568785138547380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/3483568785138547380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-condo-it-may-be-photoshop-ed-abit.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S9xHkCN9DyI/AAAAAAAAAqU/87o9iDTdH7I/s72-c/Chiltern+Park.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-2075037950552941420</id><published>2010-04-28T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T07:56:21.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S_lBq1rOmII/AAAAAAAAAq0/Z14RoOl142I/s1600/Cleaner%27s+Trolley!.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474479026264250498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S_lBq1rOmII/AAAAAAAAAq0/Z14RoOl142I/s400/Cleaner%27s+Trolley!.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;* ~HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHANCERY CHEN! ~ *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi Maria, today's your &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;off-day&lt;/span&gt;, so no &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pay&lt;/span&gt; for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoy your special day! ^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like the present tt Adeline &amp;amp; I gave you! Muahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Faster come back, my &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;shirts&lt;/span&gt; haven't&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; iron&lt;/span&gt;! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-2075037950552941420?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/2075037950552941420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=2075037950552941420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/2075037950552941420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/2075037950552941420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-diary-happy-birhtday-chancery-chen.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S_lBq1rOmII/AAAAAAAAAq0/Z14RoOl142I/s72-c/Cleaner%27s+Trolley!.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-7167756622907836413</id><published>2010-04-22T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T08:51:21.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SbQM7VE1Yx0&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SbQM7VE1Yx0&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This video practically expressed wad I'm feeling right now. &lt;strong&gt;Wad do you want from me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You girl, are a &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;hard nut&lt;/span&gt; to&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; crack&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Nonetheless, I'm gonna find the right nutcracker even if it kills me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm not gonna give up tt easily! Who's wif me! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-7167756622907836413?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/7167756622907836413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=7167756622907836413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/7167756622907836413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/7167756622907836413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-diary-video-practically-expressed.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-690517743049176049</id><published>2010-04-17T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T09:12:29.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S8naGY-NJ0I/AAAAAAAAAp8/ZRwF2gcb9RA/s1600/Time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461135826480867138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S8naGY-NJ0I/AAAAAAAAAp8/ZRwF2gcb9RA/s400/Time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm still myself and I'm perfectly&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; fine&lt;/span&gt; ok! It's still all about &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Tt &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ego-centric&lt;/span&gt; mentality! I have not lost any vitality in me, so stop thinking too much. Omg, I feel so &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; today. I managed to &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;cheer&lt;/span&gt; Elaine up! ^^ Wooo~~ how awesome can I get! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dun you juz&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; hate&lt;/span&gt; mood spoilers? It's a wonder how juz one person's mood can affect the entire group. Wad ever happened to you recently; get a grip of yourself! Dun let the small things in life hinder your mood. If you get affected by these minute things, then you seriously gotta re-think your life. Life isn't a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;bed of roses&lt;/span&gt;, but it sure ain't the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;end of the world&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Emo-ing&lt;/span&gt; doesn't solve anything, if you happened to realise. &lt;strong&gt;So stop it&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've realised I can do nth at this point in time, and so God, do me the honour and take the wheel. From wad I see, things aren't working out well. &lt;em&gt;I'm taking a bow; it's your show God.&lt;/em&gt; The world is your stage and it's all yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Time will tell you everything, only if you're patient enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm patient alright, and I'll wait. &lt;em&gt;You'll see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-690517743049176049?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/690517743049176049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=690517743049176049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/690517743049176049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/690517743049176049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-diary-im-still-myself-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S8naGY-NJ0I/AAAAAAAAAp8/ZRwF2gcb9RA/s72-c/Time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-2680626491019790725</id><published>2010-04-15T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T08:28:09.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I'm &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;losing&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;em&gt;gl (guai lan)&lt;/em&gt; skills! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Definition of gl for dummies : Insult someone aka 'disturbing' them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gosh, wad is happening to me! Can't insult ppl like I used to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm getting own-ed more and more recently! We were debating&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Heat Stroke&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stroke&lt;/span&gt;, I say same! They say got diff. One&lt;em&gt; "Heat"&lt;/em&gt; also 计较; both also stroke wad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Adeline has been insulting me like wad liddat! Bombarding me wif profound words like &lt;em&gt;over-weening, dense brain, numskull or wad, blind and deaf &lt;/em&gt;-.- And the best thing is, I can't fight back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wad is happening to me (again, for the second time); Ganesh says my character has changed because of&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; SOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; things. Did it really change?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I can't feel this sub-concious revolution!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-2680626491019790725?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/2680626491019790725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=2680626491019790725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/2680626491019790725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/2680626491019790725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-diary-i-think-im-losing-my-gl-guai.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-3309462127365974807</id><published>2010-04-14T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T08:21:46.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPA&lt;/strong&gt; was today too! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt;, damn _____ can. I see everyone &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;panicking&lt;/span&gt;, but I myself &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt; feel anything&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;, dunno whether immune or wad. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Juz&lt;/span&gt; do like normal practical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;, blunders will be blunders, &lt;em&gt;bygones will be bygones&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mui&lt;/span&gt; Ping &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;cried&lt;/span&gt; cause she got the wrong &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Resistance&lt;/span&gt; or something. And I cheered her up by saying I didn't even calculate the&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; resistance&lt;/span&gt; at all! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SPS&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Phy&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cher&lt;/span&gt;) was so worried for us, and her face was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; when we arrived &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;min&lt;/span&gt; late for the 'exam' -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Adeline &amp;amp; Kit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Yee&lt;/span&gt; laughed together &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wif&lt;/span&gt; me non-stop after remedial classes. Like marathon, in the bus should have used the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;emergency hammer&lt;/span&gt;! Damn epic la, laugh until stomach pain!&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;6 packs&lt;/span&gt; gonna come out soon already! Oh god, I still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;remb&lt;/span&gt; VA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh speaking of VA, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;wah&lt;/span&gt;, today's &lt;em&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;decontextualised&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;SBQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;qn&lt;/span&gt; left me speechless! (Lady Gaga! *Ahem, no link*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do until &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;pek&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;chek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;talk talk talk&lt;/span&gt;, then in the end, Adeline &amp;amp; I finished last. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;qns&lt;/span&gt; all so &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;cheem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;confirm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;CMI&lt;/span&gt; already. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Tt&lt;/span&gt; Clement Town Sec paper can &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;kiss goodbye&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Señorita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-3309462127365974807?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/3309462127365974807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=3309462127365974807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/3309462127365974807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/3309462127365974807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-diary-spa-was-today-too-omg-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-216987229585932038</id><published>2010-04-12T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T07:47:49.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S8cmlafiwrI/AAAAAAAAAp0/lyFrJ8o4KVU/s1600/Spongebob+%5E%5E.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460375497418654386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S8cmlafiwrI/AAAAAAAAAp0/lyFrJ8o4KVU/s400/Spongebob+%5E%5E.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muahaha, Adeline finally gave me my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Spongebob souvenirs&lt;/span&gt;! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok... now I feel damn bad cause she've been giving me stuffs and I didn't give anything in return! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time to spend some &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*moneh!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eh, I seriously have nth to post. Recently, nth &lt;em&gt;*boomz*&lt;/em&gt; happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-216987229585932038?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/216987229585932038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=216987229585932038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/216987229585932038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/216987229585932038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-diary-muahaha-adeline-finally-gave.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S8cmlafiwrI/AAAAAAAAAp0/lyFrJ8o4KVU/s72-c/Spongebob+%5E%5E.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-2244276555246385627</id><published>2010-04-10T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T07:27:58.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S8chI-t_kHI/AAAAAAAAApk/EaLv49zjyZw/s1600/Polish+Air+Force+TU+-+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460369511368593522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S8chI-t_kHI/AAAAAAAAApk/EaLv49zjyZw/s320/Polish+Air+Force+TU+-+154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The plane that carried an entire country's political elite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On 10 April 2010, a Polish Air Force Tupolev Tu-154M aircraft crashed near Smolensk, Russia, killing all&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; 96 passengers and crew&lt;/span&gt;. Those killed included the &lt;em&gt;Poland's President Lech Kaczyński and his wife; the Chief of the General Staff of the Armed Forces and other senior military officers; the President of the National Bank; the Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs; government officers, vice-speakers and members of parliament; and senior members of clergy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This tragic event left the ppl helpless. My heart goes out to them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;~RIP PEOPLE!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next time hor, I think &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;walk&lt;/span&gt; better. Won't die (unless &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Heart Attack&lt;/span&gt; la). But still... safer and healthier choice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So much for air travel. Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-2244276555246385627?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/2244276555246385627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=2244276555246385627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/2244276555246385627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/2244276555246385627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/04/plane-that-carried-entire-countrys.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S8chI-t_kHI/AAAAAAAAApk/EaLv49zjyZw/s72-c/Polish+Air+Force+TU+-+154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-8862497902842547648</id><published>2010-04-03T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T06:31:40.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S7dBpy2y5LI/AAAAAAAAApc/hx1uFwGMb5o/s1600/Walk+in+wardrobe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455901659864687794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S7dBpy2y5LI/AAAAAAAAApc/hx1uFwGMb5o/s320/Walk+in+wardrobe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recently I have been complaining on not having enough clothes to wear to church. Since my mom always chooses wad seemed like the same few t-shirts I have every Sunday. &lt;strong&gt;But&lt;/strong&gt; I juz realised tt I have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;25 t-shirts, 6 long sleeved shirts, 4 three-quarter pants &amp;amp; 4 jeans, 3 sweaters, and 3 belts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Izzt a lot? I wanna compare wif someone! A boy preferably, not some &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;royalty from India&lt;/span&gt; or sth okay! Probably some &lt;em&gt;Tom, Dick &amp;amp; Harry&lt;/em&gt; from an average family. I think my mom has &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;thrice&lt;/span&gt; as much as me. Her shoes already terrorise &lt;strong&gt;3/4&lt;/strong&gt; of one of our shoe racks and she has &lt;strong&gt;two &lt;/strong&gt;wardrobes filled wif nothing but clothes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And btw, she told me tt our condo is currently selling for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;1 mil $.$&lt;/span&gt; for each unit. Wow, I told her, we could be &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;millionaires living on the streets&lt;/span&gt;! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PS: The picture is NOT my house/room. If it were, I would be&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; dressed in purple&lt;/span&gt; right now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-8862497902842547648?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/8862497902842547648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=8862497902842547648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/8862497902842547648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/8862497902842547648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-diary-recently-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S7dBpy2y5LI/AAAAAAAAApc/hx1uFwGMb5o/s72-c/Walk+in+wardrobe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-3300942685653959450</id><published>2010-03-31T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T06:29:18.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After 3 days of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no-lesson&lt;/span&gt; (Yaye!) Motivational workshop aka&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Mind Champs&lt;/span&gt;. I still dun feel a surge in motivation. Yes, we had fun, at least we got to let down our hair and not think about studies for tt mere three days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a nice attempt to motivate me. I did try to study my Plus One though, but got too tired and &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;fell asleep&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least I remb-ed a few&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; tips&lt;/span&gt; they gave me. Let's see, the &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;pursuit of happiness&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Bliss, Cheer, Content, Delight, Delirium, Elation, Euphoria, ,Glee Joy, Laughter, Mirth, Optimism, Paradise, Playfulness, Vivacity!&lt;/em&gt; Oh YESYES! I remb-ed (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's hope it applies for all of my subjects lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOPE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-3300942685653959450?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/3300942685653959450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=3300942685653959450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/3300942685653959450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/3300942685653959450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-diary-after-3-days-of-no-lesson.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-4791697919014977938</id><published>2010-03-25T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T06:33:44.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S6z2OofbWTI/AAAAAAAAApU/qKq4rm2EIQI/s1600/Balloons.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453003980086663474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S6z2OofbWTI/AAAAAAAAApU/qKq4rm2EIQI/s320/Balloons.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Going up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Opportunity"&lt;/span&gt; struck back I guess! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yaye!&lt;/span&gt; I defied the proverb &lt;em&gt;"Opportunities never come twice"&lt;/em&gt; or sth! &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least now, I see a &lt;strong&gt;fair chance&lt;/strong&gt;. Muahaha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is God helping me? Because it almost feels like half the battle is already &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;won&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyhow, I like tt &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;feeling&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Current mood: Accomplished ^^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-4791697919014977938?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/4791697919014977938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=4791697919014977938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/4791697919014977938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/4791697919014977938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/03/going-up-dear-diary-opportunity-struck.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S6z2OofbWTI/AAAAAAAAApU/qKq4rm2EIQI/s72-c/Balloons.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-6207470867494765539</id><published>2010-03-24T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T11:11:39.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S6z0TPz1dbI/AAAAAAAAApM/Vj2i_mhaUUU/s1600/Puddles!.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453001860337464754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 405px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S6z0TPz1dbI/AAAAAAAAApM/Vj2i_mhaUUU/s320/Puddles!.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok... today is the day I will&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;regret&lt;/strong&gt; for the rest of my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back for Humanities VA, wah, do the SBQ qns until &lt;em&gt;pek cek&lt;/em&gt;, gonna &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;vomit blood&lt;/span&gt; already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wah&lt;em&gt; Nala&lt;/em&gt; la, the &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;rain was so heavy&lt;/span&gt; like one wad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some things happened&lt;/em&gt; and... &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;so close yet sooooo far away&lt;/span&gt;. Where got such thing one, such a good opportunity and I didn't grasp it fully. How great can I get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Xiu Quan was lecturing me on and on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least there was a &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;sense of gratitude&lt;/span&gt; in tt &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;subtle&lt;/span&gt; tone (not Xiu Quan's btw)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Opportunities like this come once in a life time, and I can't believe I juz let it &lt;em&gt;*whoosh!*&lt;/em&gt; pass me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mayb I'm too naive tt's why. My lack of knowledge derived tt epic failure. I should try to work out a plan someday. &lt;em&gt;Juz someday...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You'll see (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS: If you have no idea wad I'm talking about, tt's the best! Because it's not suppose for you to know! ^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-6207470867494765539?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/6207470867494765539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=6207470867494765539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/6207470867494765539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/6207470867494765539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-diary-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S6z0TPz1dbI/AAAAAAAAApM/Vj2i_mhaUUU/s72-c/Puddles!.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-8232529723498741296</id><published>2010-03-22T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T11:12:41.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mayb it's not tt good to be the &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;good guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; (*halo*) &lt;/span&gt;all the time. Sometimes, you have to change I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can't have the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;best of both worlds&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give in, compromise&lt;/em&gt;. These &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;minor sacrifices&lt;/span&gt; are made for the sake of one's future. Lol, I feel like I'm prophesying the future or sth. &lt;em&gt;(I reject and renounce those thoughts&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyhow, you can't be the&lt;em&gt; jack of all trades, and master of none&lt;/em&gt; right now. Unless you're some playboy or sth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The answers are all within my grasp. The qn now is not 'can I do so', it's whether 'I'm willing to do so.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tt's a qn I'm still contemplating on. Good guys don't always end up first.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes, someone's gotta lose.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Will it be me this time round?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-8232529723498741296?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/8232529723498741296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=8232529723498741296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/8232529723498741296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/8232529723498741296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-diary-mayb-its-not-tt-good-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-5946168232018012207</id><published>2010-03-21T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T07:37:16.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HAO&lt;/span&gt;/ HUANG NA/ HAITI BODY! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Huang Na treated us to&lt;em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NewYork&lt;/span&gt; New York&lt;/em&gt; today. Pretty ironic, considering &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt; it's &lt;strong&gt;HIS&lt;/strong&gt; birthday and he's paying. (Wad to do, he too &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;rich&lt;/span&gt; already wad)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After Church, went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;AMK&lt;/span&gt; Hub to dine at B1. I ordered the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;expensive&lt;/span&gt; out of the 8 of us. (Red Cross Unit Badge) The &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;BBQ Ribs&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wah&lt;/span&gt;, damn&lt;em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;shiok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Eating until forget I was in Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Karesia&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Kit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Yee&lt;/span&gt; keep taking my food like &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;liddat&lt;/span&gt;. The best part was I poured&lt;strong&gt; sugar water&lt;/strong&gt; into Chancery's pasta! Damn funny! You should see her expression with every &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;drop&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt; is present in her food. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Priceless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We gave Huang Na a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;surprise Birthday cake&lt;/span&gt; (last minute buy one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) after everyone has had their fill (I was the last to finish!) The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;waiteress&lt;/span&gt; damn cool &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;luh&lt;/span&gt;, she said I was&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt; cute&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; then Chancery &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jealous&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;WOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;~~~~~ ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rushed for tuition (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;diligent&lt;/span&gt; worker &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;!) after lunch. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;, today &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;laugh&lt;/span&gt; until stomach pain. My 6 pack gonna come out soon ah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Especially Kit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Yee&lt;/span&gt;, see me only laugh. Like I wearing some &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;heavy make-up&lt;/span&gt; or have a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;crooked nose&lt;/span&gt; like Michael Jackson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Señorita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-5946168232018012207?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/5946168232018012207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=5946168232018012207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/5946168232018012207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/5946168232018012207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-diary-happy-birthday-jun-hao-huang.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-5944909426107997620</id><published>2010-03-19T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T09:07:48.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S6ZDz10Hc0I/AAAAAAAAApE/j_-bCbIKM74/s1600-h/Redx.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451118956876624706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S6ZDz10Hc0I/AAAAAAAAApE/j_-bCbIKM74/s400/Redx.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Broke camp.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Yay!&lt;/span&gt; I'm back to modern civilisation. Anyway, it's not really &lt;em&gt;'back'&lt;/em&gt; since I still got to use my handphone and listen to &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;music&lt;/span&gt;. Heh, seniors wad. Wad do you expect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we have finally stepped down and let the Sec 3s take the lead. It had been an exhilarating experience, and I'll miss it. Sound like I giving a speech already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, Wed. The afternoon was mundane, dun wanna elaborate. Mayb partly because I got splattered wif &lt;strong&gt;flour&lt;/strong&gt; and touched &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;mealworms&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yucks&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; disgusting! Budden the night trail hor, damn epic. Cause of some unforseen circumstance, the juniors saw a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GHOST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;or sth -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which I seriously doubt. It's juz your mind playing tricks on you. &lt;strong&gt;FOCUS!&lt;/strong&gt; All got so freaked out like they saw my mother in her &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;facial mask&lt;/span&gt; liddat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thurs day was one wif more zest. We now officially have &lt;em&gt;Best, Funniest &amp;amp; Cleverest Cadet of the Year&lt;/em&gt;. Some China girl (I dun remb names), Ivan &amp;amp; Alex respectively. Damn funny la, they made our day. Especially Ivan! Omg, he's like some &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;social outcast&lt;/span&gt; then every time kena played out by his friends, so much so tt he had to do forfeit for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;12 times&lt;/span&gt;! LOL who in the world loses 12 times in juz one game! The &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;water game&lt;/span&gt; was damn sad. I got &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;splashed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at like siao. Innocent luh, then juz go there, kena&lt;em&gt; *boomz*&lt;/em&gt; Best thing is tt I was the one helping them refill the water bags, come back only the first thing thing I got contact wif was water, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;COLD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;water&lt;/span&gt;. BBQ damn funny, there was this &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;chao ta-ed&lt;/span&gt; Prawn tt was completely black. Omg look like one wad. And we were presented farewell gifts after the BBQ skit presentation.&lt;em&gt; Awwww&lt;/em&gt;, so touched. Kit Yee &amp;amp; Karesia went &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'high'&lt;/span&gt; like on&lt;em&gt; Ecstasy&lt;/em&gt; or sth. And also, when we went back into the bunk, dunno&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; WAD&lt;/span&gt; happen to girls, keep on laughing and laughing only. (Apparently over my 'jokes') Mad one. Heh, I named Jun Hao, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Huang Na &amp;amp; Haiti Body!&lt;/span&gt; LOL Ok, you may not understand this! But it's freaking funny. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I love my own jokes ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ate &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;MacDonald's &lt;/span&gt;at 1am++, so 'late' Chancery still go drink coke. Wa lao, then not enough spoons. &lt;em&gt;And I had to take ________.&lt;/em&gt; Thinking of it still makes me feel disgusted. Chancery is officially my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maid&lt;/span&gt;! LOL :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her new name is &lt;strong&gt;Maria&lt;/strong&gt;! *Applause!* Free labour, who wouldn't want it. No offence ah, dun send your&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Nala gang&lt;/span&gt; come find me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We watched &lt;em&gt;Alice In Wonderland&lt;/em&gt; afterwards, damn funny. Especially the&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; White Queen&lt;/span&gt;; we were laughing at her antics. She look into the telescope need to turn one whole round and stick her hand out, so &lt;em&gt;gu niang&lt;/em&gt; la! Then we went to take &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Neoprints&lt;/span&gt;! Lol, didn't take in a long time. The last time I remb was wif my parents. Like so malu, taking pictures wif girls -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Want to escape also cannot, I so light, pull only can fly ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thanks for the farewell gift and atmosphere, it is most appreciated, by me especially! ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Take pride in your future endeavours, juniors!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-5944909426107997620?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/5944909426107997620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=5944909426107997620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/5944909426107997620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/5944909426107997620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-diary-broke-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S6ZDz10Hc0I/AAAAAAAAApE/j_-bCbIKM74/s72-c/Redx.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-3253885913548710471</id><published>2010-03-16T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T10:17:53.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WVBVX1UZSq0&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WVBVX1UZSq0&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dear Diary, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dun mind ah, my paragraphings. Somewhat free today, so changed the lyrics of All I Ever Wanted. Enjoy, random one. Dun sue me ah! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Release the stress in me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Homework's pilling up on me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Everyday everyday every minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A maths &amp;amp; Chemistry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Physics &amp;amp; Social studies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Everyday everyday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;hey hey ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;If only I knew how to solve these problems,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'd live a carefree life with nothing to worry about,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;It's time to let me know let me know, just let go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;All that I've been doing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;All that I've been doing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Was my History essays and a maths homework,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;All that I've been doing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;All that I've been doing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Was toiling like crazy to complete all my homework,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When can I ever take a break,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Baby cause all I ever wanted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;All I ever wanted was rest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'd rather go and sleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Don't wanna waste my time here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Everyday everyday every minute,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Even if I had the time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'd rather spend it on games,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Everyday everyday hey hey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If I were that rich I would not have to work at all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Slacking at home and doing nothing at all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But it's time you let me go let me go, just let go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Tell me why teacher always aim me when I'm busy talking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;You think I'm at fault everytime,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And it's so easy to see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;That the blame is on me so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tt's the last of me for now, till I break camp on Friday! &lt;strong&gt;Miss me&lt;/strong&gt;! ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Señorita&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-3253885913548710471?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/3253885913548710471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=3253885913548710471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/3253885913548710471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/3253885913548710471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-diary-dun-mind-ah-my-paragraphings.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-8006037719782242696</id><published>2010-03-15T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T10:08:51.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the hols and I'm &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; soaking into the spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had to go back for Chem remedial lessons. &lt;em&gt;'Played the fool'&lt;/em&gt; as usual, and got scolded umpteen times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, during lunch break Ericia &amp;amp; Dillion found out &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SOMETHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;*Pauses for 1 minute silence*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;*Ahem*&lt;/span&gt;, thanks to Gloria, and NALA! You should see Ericia's shock face; and tt gl Dillion did something to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, juz reach home only, at the lift lobby then Chao Xin called say must meet at AMK Hub to take photos for the present we're giving Mr Lok, Dorcas &amp;amp; Risha for farewell red cross camp. Wa lao, juz open the door only, then go and change and went out again. My mom got a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;shock&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So lame la, dunno take for wad. I also not &lt;em&gt;zi lian&lt;/em&gt;. Ask them not to take my face (must pay &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;moneh&lt;/span&gt; to take a photo of me leh) they still happily snap like &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt; liddat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After tt, went wif the girls to NTUC to shop for the food &amp;amp; beverages for Wed's Red Cross POP (Pass out parade) camp. Wah, I tell you, shopping wif aunties no joke. Wanna die already, now I know why boys dislike shopping. They took&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; forever&lt;/span&gt; to buy things, everything also must think here think there. Like &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The Thinker&lt;/span&gt; liddat. Somemore like those &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Heartland aunties&lt;/span&gt;, especially Kit Yee ah. If it were me ah, see take, see take,no need to think one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, damn funny. Chancery became my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Maria'&lt;/span&gt; for the day. I was like, &lt;strong&gt;'Maria, help me push the trolley! / Maria, help sir take the Instant Noodles!'&lt;/strong&gt; Too bad she didn't say, 'Yes sir!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bought everything and the bill amounted like &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;S$140++&lt;/span&gt; The whole trolley flooded wif Instant Noodles. I think ppl must be thinking, this guy wanna to go through &lt;em&gt;Chemo&lt;/em&gt; ah. Buy until so many packages. Somemore &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; was the one pushing the trolley. So malu. Dunno wad they buy la. I couldn't care less since it's not my &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;moneh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rushed back for tuition and then went to eat dinner at J8. Wah, my day packed like one wad liddat. It &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;rained&lt;/span&gt; the whole day and I intially wanted to lie on the bed and sleep! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Speaking of which, I have yet to do my 13 essays. Oh nvm.. there's always &lt;strong&gt;tmr&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt;? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-8006037719782242696?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/8006037719782242696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=8006037719782242696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/8006037719782242696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/8006037719782242696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-diary-its-hols-and-im-not-soaking.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-7222515061327171399</id><published>2010-03-11T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T07:43:10.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NIOGLBMyPfs&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NIOGLBMyPfs&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Say bye bye to 吸吸这里，搽搽这里，简单极了！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seen the recent Tiger Woods (&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Asia Edition&lt;/span&gt;)? We have the newest addition to the scoreboard, Jack Neo, our household Singapore director! So far, Neo is leading the board coming 2nd wif &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; alleged mistresses. Woods tops the board in 1st place wif over &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; mistresses. Statistic xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After so much of these scandals and conspiracies, it's becoming more of a norm. So wad's the big fuss all about? Ya, so he has 7 mistresses? Jealous uh? Like wad I read in the newspaper forum, why should you be concern about him. It's his problem, let him settle it himself, who are you to tell him tt you're &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; in him? You are juz but the public. Celebrities and famous ppl are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; role models, you wanna find a perfect role model? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;, period. Dun take examples from ppl, ppl do make mistakes. The only group of ppl Neo has to apologise to is &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;his family (ESPECIALLY his Wife) and mayb the producers &amp;amp; a small group of friends&lt;/span&gt;. There is no need to have a public apologetic appearance. This is juz to please the endorsement companies to ask for redemption for his wrong doings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The appearance is inevitable given the amount of pressure he is on. But it's not necessary. I'm neutral against this whole scandal thing, I'm not interested but juz stressing on this mistake tt many ppl make, the wrong perception they have on this.&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HIS&lt;/span&gt; life, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HIS&lt;/span&gt; wife, wanna get involve? Can, no prob! Be the &lt;strong&gt;8th mistress&lt;/strong&gt; and you'll be the closest to all the action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To err is human, but to forgive is divine&lt;/em&gt;. B4 commenting, look yourself in the mirror. Get back to me if you think your life is pure ok? (:&lt;br /&gt;Call me: 6389 2000 ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's IMH's hotline btw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-7222515061327171399?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/7222515061327171399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=7222515061327171399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/7222515061327171399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/7222515061327171399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-diary.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-2288403281496196576</id><published>2010-03-08T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T08:12:23.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S5UibAv9K1I/AAAAAAAAAo8/ECoFGyM8llw/s1600-h/Dd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446297171827436370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S5UibAv9K1I/AAAAAAAAAo8/ECoFGyM8llw/s320/Dd.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;VA today damn epic, the whole lesson we were talking and the 'cher got so fed up! Haha xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tt Keng Hua talking crap you know; he said tt his &lt;strong&gt;crushes so many until can't count wif the fingers&lt;/strong&gt;. I told him mine no need to count ah. All line up take&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;queue number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, tt time Ericia told Gloria something ______. She told me in the end, I believe I heard it wrongly. You know wad Ericia said? She said, she wanted to have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4 kids wif &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and her ideal boyfriend is some filthy rich guy who doesn't ask her to do any hard labour. Wth? Even Xiu Quan was amused by TT! Who could have thought someone could say something like tt (wif the exception of tactless ppl, of course, which also so happens to be &lt;strong&gt;HER&lt;/strong&gt;) Oh God, and the best thing was Xiu Quan &amp;amp; I were walking across Ericia class, and he started shouting, 'Eh eh! Your fiance there leh, the one who wants 4 kids.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stupid you know, now girls are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;freaking me&lt;/span&gt; out. Anyone wanna render help?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Btw, Michael Lee resigned! Heh, now we're stuck wif &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Differentiation&lt;/span&gt; every lesson for English! (We christen the 'bogus &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Chemotherapy&lt;/span&gt;' 'cher wif tt name because he was Mr. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Divy&lt;/span&gt;; you know? A Maths? Differentiation? &lt;em&gt;dv/dt&lt;/em&gt;?) Damn funny, his accent like some &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Indian&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;French&lt;/span&gt; guy all mashed together. Talk like one ____ liddat, the lisp. Furthermore, all the saliva spouting out. Heh, reminds me of &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Daffy Duck&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PS: Xiu Quan is lovesick; Side note: Get him a Love Guru asap (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-2288403281496196576?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/2288403281496196576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=2288403281496196576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/2288403281496196576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/2288403281496196576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-diary-va-today-damn-epic-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S5UibAv9K1I/AAAAAAAAAo8/ECoFGyM8llw/s72-c/Dd.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-1355871849910694658</id><published>2010-03-06T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T07:49:19.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S5Ubxzs4tAI/AAAAAAAAAo0/0q0e3bD_dl0/s1600-h/gd900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446289866880496642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S5Ubxzs4tAI/AAAAAAAAAo0/0q0e3bD_dl0/s320/gd900.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Testing!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha, not tt I'm mad or anything, juz testing out my new phone's &lt;em&gt;WiFi system&lt;/em&gt;. My previous phone was unable to post any posts on Blogger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, as I was 'saying', I bought me new &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;GD900 Crystal&lt;/span&gt; wadever phone! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The phone was delayed till the 6th cause of some unforseen circumstance. I seriously have to learn how to use a touchscreen phone! Typing one sentence takes me around &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5 mins&lt;/span&gt;! Feel so noob! -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The best thing is my previous memory card doesn't fit into the current phone! Wah, so &lt;em&gt;suay&lt;/em&gt;. My 8GB fly to my brother &lt;em&gt;liao&lt;/em&gt;. I think I've been using lots of Chinese &amp;amp; Singlish, ahhhhhh, wad's happening to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, I mastered Paparazzi on the Piano! ^^&lt;br /&gt;Jocelyn juz you wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-1355871849910694658?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/1355871849910694658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=1355871849910694658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/1355871849910694658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/1355871849910694658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/03/testing.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S5Ubxzs4tAI/AAAAAAAAAo0/0q0e3bD_dl0/s72-c/gd900.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-6869823623818438004</id><published>2010-03-01T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T08:22:32.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recently, I've been crazy juggling all my busy schedules. You should be &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;honoured&lt;/span&gt; I'm talking to you right now because I should be doing some work. Was at&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Watson&lt;/span&gt; on Sunday, killing time while waiting for my tuition that was to be starting at 3pm. Somehow it felt &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt;, to not do anything, even just for tt few minutes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tt feeling was so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;, tt I sense something was amiss. From young we have been thrown with so much to do tt when we're free, it feels almost abnormal. Wad is this man! I thought relaxation was something to be appreciated and not worth pondering about!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, today got &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;reprimanded&lt;/span&gt; (not only me, thankfully ^^) by the PE 'chers for not finishing our project on time. They gave stupid comments like: &lt;em&gt;'The whole of last week, we were absent so why didn't you use tt PE Period to finish up?'&lt;/em&gt; I mean hello? Tt period got taken up by A Maths!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If we were so free, I dun mind you throwing us wif all those &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;truckloads of crap&lt;/span&gt;. We aren't like you ppl ok. PE 'chers, teach PE? Supervise?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Students, study, study, study? See the&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; difference&lt;/span&gt;. I start to question, why are we even doing a project for PE? The best thing is tt they said, we should finish this now in order to prepare for the 'O's after the March hols. &lt;em&gt;Ya right&lt;/em&gt;, like we've got lots of time. Even if we had, you were depriving us of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PE ain't a subject tt is acknowledged in Cambridge. And YOG has nothing affiliated to us, apart from being Youths -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wake up&lt;/span&gt; your ideas, and think sensibly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From wad I see, your actions aren't feasible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Screw school! (It's an alliteration btw)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PS: I'm gonna buy a new phone tmr! Yaye! ^^ Is it really very fast? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My mom &amp;amp; some of my friends say change so fast, not even one year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Translucent keypad&lt;/span&gt;, style ah! Adeline owes me &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Spongebob&lt;/span&gt; souvenirs! ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-6869823623818438004?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/6869823623818438004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=6869823623818438004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/6869823623818438004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/6869823623818438004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-diary-recently-ive-been-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-5469828327667113419</id><published>2010-02-27T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T08:09:29.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S4vlljrAG9I/AAAAAAAAAos/k8wtXaqQgsY/s1600-h/Chile.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443697008000900050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S4vlljrAG9I/AAAAAAAAAos/k8wtXaqQgsY/s320/Chile.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Feb at 06:34:14 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;UTC&lt;/span&gt; offshore of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Maule&lt;/span&gt;, Chile was struck by a 8.8 magnitude &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt; caught the world off guard.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wah&lt;/span&gt;, I'm impressing myself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wif&lt;/span&gt; statistics; somehow I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt; writing knowledgeable sentences make you seem wise. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As you know, the recent Haiti also sent shock waves around the globe. This seismic quake had a great magnitude but ironically, &lt;em&gt;lesser damage and death toll&lt;/em&gt;. It was partially because Chile had past encounters of Earthquakes and therefore had stood ground, building quake-proof buildings and increased their vigilance level and emergency awareness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woo~ I DO seem wise! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, I feel for Chile, really. Because you see ah (sorry about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Singlish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;), ever since Haiti was struck, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;monetary aid and troops&lt;/span&gt; had been deployed to help &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt; disaster-stricken area, and lots of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;moneh&lt;/span&gt; was received from all around the world. Now Chile, and everyone doesn't have the mood already and also&lt;em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;bo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;liu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;moneh&lt;/span&gt; $.$) . &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;, akin to once bitten twice shy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The mentality, first time: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Aiya&lt;/span&gt;, donate la, so poor thing. Second time: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Aiyo&lt;/span&gt;! Donate already, donate again for wad?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chile is stuck in a&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; sticky situation&lt;/span&gt;. They needed to rebuild but the world isn't really ready to donate &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MASSIVE&lt;/span&gt; amounts of resources and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;moneh&lt;/span&gt; anymore. Let's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; pray &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt; God will send his providence &amp;amp; protection over the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do your best and let God do the rest, I hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt; is wad the world is thinking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are you, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt;? o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Señorita&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-5469828327667113419?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/5469828327667113419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=5469828327667113419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/5469828327667113419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/5469828327667113419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-diary-27-th-feb-at-063414-utc.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S4vlljrAG9I/AAAAAAAAAos/k8wtXaqQgsY/s72-c/Chile.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-8290625769651209622</id><published>2010-02-19T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T21:57:31.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tom is up against us again. This time, it is said tt he &lt;strong&gt;complained&lt;/strong&gt; to the teacher-in-charge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Please tell him tt I'm &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; afraid of his every move and in fact, I couldn't care less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He doesn't even have supporting evidence, nor does he garner much popularity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He knows tt he &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; in the wrong and yet he fights on. So wad's the point really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I couldn't be bothered about anything he does, as long as I know I am right as he isn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Bring it on, seriously. I'm not scared of your childish antics. You can fight all you want. And this is a great opportunity to 'own' someone, and improve my debating skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess, you'll be juz like a&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; stepping stone&lt;/span&gt; for me. Wad comes around goes around, and I'm sure you'll get your retributions. Go ahead and glare at me, I have looks tt &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;kill&lt;/span&gt; too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun mess wif us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-8290625769651209622?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/8290625769651209622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=8290625769651209622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/8290625769651209622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/8290625769651209622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-diary-tom-is-up-against-us-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-5683518184598096655</id><published>2010-02-16T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T08:15:11.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S360km5O9nI/AAAAAAAAAok/coKfdPIQXC0/s1600-h/EPF.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439983940919031410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S360km5O9nI/AAAAAAAAAok/coKfdPIQXC0/s320/EPF.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wad shall we post today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Criteria for being my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wanna read on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Section 1 (I) Applicant must not be disgusting, irritating, annoying, creepy, malicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(II) Applicant once rejected deemed rejected for life (No changing of mindset)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Section 2 (I) I do not like stalkers, and blind followers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;(II) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tt&lt;/span&gt; includes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; who talk so much but doesn't have any substance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Section 3(I) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ai&lt;/span&gt;) I am prone to excessive bossiness, suddenly change in mood &amp;amp; tone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*Applicants who are willing to take the risk, please refer to Section 3 (I) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;aii&lt;/span&gt;.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;aii&lt;/span&gt;) I am who I am, and you dun tell me to do it YOUR way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;bi) I treat you back the way you treat me, it all depends on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ii) I can be a great friend, or a deadly enemy. Choose wisely ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING: I'm not scared of ANYONE, we are all humans and I dun see the need to WORSHIP you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~If you persist to carry on, please separate yourselves in the subgroups.~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Group I - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DFA&lt;/span&gt; (Direct Friend Admission): Includes hypocrites, arrogant and proud &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt;, friendly &amp;amp; approachable, caring &amp;amp; kind, talkative &amp;amp; sociable, popular &amp;amp; outspoken, charismatic &amp;amp; profound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*It may be contradicting, but if you think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt; way, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pls&lt;/span&gt; refer to Section 3 (I) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;aii&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Group II - The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Normal&lt;/span&gt; Kid: Any Tom, Dick &amp;amp; Harry, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt; has some influence over my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Group III - The Juniors: Fancy friendly &amp;amp; respectable ones. Those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt; really get along &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;wif&lt;/span&gt; you well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Applicants who fall into Group II &amp;amp; III will have to undergo a gruelling exam in which you will be inspected for different aspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTE: If you do not fall into any of the above-mentioned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;categories&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;pls&lt;/span&gt; get lost as you may be:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i) A potential stalker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ii) A lost &amp;amp; pathetic sheep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iii) Some loser who screws up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iv) The act-boss crappers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;v) 学生自由发挥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Please sign where applicable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Group ( I / II / III )*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Signature ______________ Date _______________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;By signing, you concur to the above-mentioned and vow not to be an idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Any unruly or inappropriate behaviour will not be tolerated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Delete where appropriate &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still wanna be my friend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rules are rules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Abide by them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Señorita&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-5683518184598096655?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/5683518184598096655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=5683518184598096655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/5683518184598096655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/5683518184598096655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-diary-wad-should-we-post-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S360km5O9nI/AAAAAAAAAok/coKfdPIQXC0/s72-c/EPF.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-1181538287070834437</id><published>2010-02-14T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T02:08:37.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S3p8UnEdxnI/AAAAAAAAAoc/ONXlBqU95OQ/s1600-h/Vday.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438796193530234482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S3p8UnEdxnI/AAAAAAAAAoc/ONXlBqU95OQ/s320/Vday.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; ♥ Happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Vday&lt;/span&gt;! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S3p5IdTKqsI/AAAAAAAAAoE/0wObrgO6bhA/s1600-h/CNY.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438792686214228674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S3p5IdTKqsI/AAAAAAAAAoE/0wObrgO6bhA/s320/CNY.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think quite &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;outdated&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tiger &lt;/span&gt;suppose to be on top &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♥♥♥ HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! ♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;~ CHINESE NEW YEAR! ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;BLESSED BIRTHDAY ADELINE! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Muahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, these things come once in a blue moon. Who would have thought that &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Valentine's&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Chinese New Yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; would be on the same date/day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Valentine's Day, not interested ah. I'm not like those love-sick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; plucking the &lt;em&gt;'she-loves-me, she-loves-me-not'&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;sunflower&lt;/span&gt;. For me ah, mine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt;. The line queue until &lt;strong&gt;long long&lt;/strong&gt;, no need to even ask, everyone come to me like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Great Singapore Sale&lt;/span&gt; ah! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Huat&lt;/span&gt; ah! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Adeline's birthday is most interesting: Valentine's, Chinese New Year all falling on her birthday. Imagine the gifts and &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;kaching&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; she'll be able to get. Although, I'm not sure how she's gonna celebrate all the events running simultaneously. Blessed &lt;strong&gt;16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Gonggong&lt;/span&gt;, 3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;aunty&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Yaqi's&lt;/span&gt; house. Dun wanna elaborate la; every year same thing, dunno why I'm posting repetitions also. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; the most important thing is my &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;kaching&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;, managed to collect &lt;em&gt;S$(insert amount you're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;satisfied&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;wif&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;. So much for the recession.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Btw&lt;/span&gt;, do girls always send messages &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;wif&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;'? I've been receiving lots of them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;wif&lt;/span&gt; a '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;' somewhere within the other words. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyhow, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gong &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Hei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Fai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Choi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; again! ♥♥♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Cantonese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; not bad&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Señorita&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-1181538287070834437?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/1181538287070834437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=1181538287070834437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/1181538287070834437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/1181538287070834437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-vday-i-think-quite-outdated-tiger.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S3p8UnEdxnI/AAAAAAAAAoc/ONXlBqU95OQ/s72-c/Vday.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-285773858383442768</id><published>2010-02-12T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T08:15:53.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S3bfwv4fRLI/AAAAAAAAAn0/P_O_DfJ6LL4/s1600-h/Adeline%26Nala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437779628676564146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S3bfwv4fRLI/AAAAAAAAAn0/P_O_DfJ6LL4/s320/Adeline%26Nala.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stupid Adeline go block me! Nala took &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt; of the space on the photo HAHA JK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S3bfwX0JvbI/AAAAAAAAAns/Q64hHbwPnO8/s1600-h/Yuhui%26Nala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437779622215925170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S3bfwX0JvbI/AAAAAAAAAns/Q64hHbwPnO8/s320/Yuhui%26Nala.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S3bfwNFwcJI/AAAAAAAAAnk/O91l1cvSu2I/s1600-h/Wp,Adeline%26Nala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437779619336974482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S3bfwNFwcJI/AAAAAAAAAnk/O91l1cvSu2I/s320/Wp,Adeline%26Nala.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Hamper design! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WOOTS~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Maths test today was decent. I reckon everyone was looking forward to the last two periods because it was &lt;strong&gt;CNY Decoration cum Class bonding&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;During recess, Jocelyn, Huiling &amp;amp; I were supposed to try singing &lt;em&gt;Bad Romance&lt;/em&gt; in tandem wif my piano playing. Budden there were these few &lt;em&gt;nalas&lt;/em&gt; who were terrorising the piano wif their mediocre playing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The class bonding was &lt;em&gt;boomz&lt;/em&gt;. Everyone participated fervently, and we had &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;lots of funzz&lt;/span&gt;! We decorated the classroom &amp;amp; even Mrs John helped out. She&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; stole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; plants from the 2nd floor staff room! Damn epic, when Andre asked her, &lt;em&gt;'Wah, teacher, where can like tt one?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She replied pointing to herself, &lt;em&gt;'HOD wad.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Omg, damn funny. Hod infringe the school rules! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mrs John, rock on man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Siti thought of tying &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ribbons&lt;/span&gt; to the two plants and letting the Judges cut it when they enter the room. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Brilliant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;403 went to paint their faces like &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;tigers&lt;/span&gt;! Super cool, our class, cause dun wanna destroy our &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;beautiful complexion&lt;/span&gt;, shunned from tt idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, went to buy Hazell's bday present together wif Xiu Quan &amp;amp; Ganesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's soak into the festive mood as&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; *kaching*&lt;/span&gt; roll in! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;$.$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-285773858383442768?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/285773858383442768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=285773858383442768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/285773858383442768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/285773858383442768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-diary-maths-test-today-was-decent.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S3bfwv4fRLI/AAAAAAAAAn0/P_O_DfJ6LL4/s72-c/Adeline%26Nala.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-4179473857669814371</id><published>2010-02-11T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T09:06:03.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S3WGmZjCJkI/AAAAAAAAAm8/NTIzKaaJ_hM/s1600-h/DSC08945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437400119370720834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S3WGmZjCJkI/AAAAAAAAAm8/NTIzKaaJ_hM/s320/DSC08945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ^ Evidence :D ^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's call him Tom shall we? Tom hasn't been doing duty for a &lt;em&gt;looooong&lt;/em&gt; time now. It was clearly spoken from the horse's mouth tt wif effect from &lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;, all councillors are to start doing canteen duty, whether they have a morning duty or not. Apparently,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SOMEONE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;didn't get the message. We prompted him so many times, but he juz wouldn't budge. He'd rather &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;play&lt;/span&gt; wif his friends than do duty. So much for being a director, we have &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;concrete evidence&lt;/span&gt; ok. And we'll &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;stop at nth to bring your name to justice&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Juz you wait, your wish of being out of council is soon gonna be &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;fufilled&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tt ought to teach you to let sleeping dogs lie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bring it on, I'm not scared of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pfft, you and wad army?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-4179473857669814371?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/4179473857669814371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=4179473857669814371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/4179473857669814371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/4179473857669814371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/02/evidence-d-dear-diary-lets-call-him-tom.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S3WGmZjCJkI/AAAAAAAAAm8/NTIzKaaJ_hM/s72-c/DSC08945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-1222671248275234913</id><published>2010-02-09T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T08:57:01.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S3WPgIz4zEI/AAAAAAAAAnc/LEcUKQzWclQ/s1600-h/DSC08947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437409907403443266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S3WPgIz4zEI/AAAAAAAAAnc/LEcUKQzWclQ/s320/DSC08947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S3WPfkqnteI/AAAAAAAAAnU/kIj2SqzQpRA/s1600-h/DSC08948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437409897700898274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S3WPfkqnteI/AAAAAAAAAnU/kIj2SqzQpRA/s320/DSC08948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was a wide variety of flowers there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S3WPewA2ytI/AAAAAAAAAnM/D-tyhTRzjwE/s1600-h/DSC08951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437409883567082194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S3WPewA2ytI/AAAAAAAAAnM/D-tyhTRzjwE/s320/DSC08951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S3WPeNSEFTI/AAAAAAAAAnE/GZPBz39tZmA/s1600-h/DSC08953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437409874244015410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S3WPeNSEFTI/AAAAAAAAAnE/GZPBz39tZmA/s320/DSC08953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweet roses! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was a &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;hyper-day&lt;/span&gt;! Super &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt; can; I haven't done this in a&lt;em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;looooong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; time. It was a good thing I cancelled my tuition today! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Michael Lee didn't come (as usual) to school, we were in the office &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Xiu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Quan&lt;/span&gt; told us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt; he called in to inform us he's on MC. And he sounded &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;dead&lt;/span&gt; literally, monotonous and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hoarsely&lt;/span&gt; Franky-styled&lt;/em&gt;, damn&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; classic&lt;/span&gt; I tell you! So we had relief and Gloria, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ericia&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I were doing the P.E Project on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;YOG&lt;/span&gt; when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ericia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Dillion&lt;/span&gt; was cute ;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt; woman is damn &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;tactless &lt;/span&gt;can, and best of all, she said I was the first boy to have bullied her, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;muahaha&lt;/span&gt;! My &lt;em&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;guai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;lan&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/em&gt; skills are working. R &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Phua's&lt;/span&gt; lesson was crap, he practically randomly teach Matrices and the lesson was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;suicidal&lt;/span&gt;. He really can't teach, trust me. Moreover, he's super funny and speaking of his &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;receding hair&lt;/span&gt;, it never fails to amuse me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After school, I saw Mrs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Goh&lt;/span&gt; (HOD for Science), complained to her about our &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Chem teacher&lt;/span&gt; and how 'great &amp;amp; enlightening' her lessons are.We (as in Justin, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;JiaWei&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I) gave her constructive feedback and at least she was able to appreciate them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Low didn't even prepare the application forms for the Sec 1s who were interested in joining the council. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Wooo&lt;/span&gt;~~ council&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Huat&lt;/span&gt; ah&lt;/span&gt;! Can you believe it? &lt;strong&gt;So not prepared &amp;amp; not even committed&lt;/strong&gt;, I reckon she thinks council is one &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;big joke&lt;/span&gt; (it is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT!&lt;/span&gt;) Furthermore, she acted cute in front of the Sec 1s, which was indirectly scaring the crap out of them and giving them the pedophilia-notion. Come on! You're &lt;em&gt;_____ years old&lt;/em&gt;, stop acting &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, to cut the long story short, Jordan, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt; Er, Li Pei, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Dhurga&lt;/span&gt;, Marlyn, &amp;amp; I went out of school to shop for flowers for the upcoming &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Council-Valentine's&lt;/span&gt;. Best thing is Low only allowed us to buy flowers and nothing else. This was a very good opportunity to &lt;strong&gt;bond &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;wif&lt;/span&gt; the Juniors. We even have our own &lt;em&gt;'Senior-Junior' Bond&lt;/em&gt;. It's like a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ritual &lt;/span&gt;we practise whenever we meet each other. Anyway, we walked to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;AMK&lt;/span&gt; Hub (thanks to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt; Er) and took 130 to Thomson. Went to Far-East Flora or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;sth&lt;/span&gt;, then crap a lot, damn funny. We had our&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; funny moments&lt;/span&gt;. Not gonna reveal all the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;scandalous antics&lt;/span&gt; we did there here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least at the end of the day, we got all the flowers amounting to S$140++//= and we're planning to sell them at S$2.80//= per stalk ^^&lt;br /&gt;We finished cutting the thorns on the stalks, it took us nearly&lt;strong&gt; an hour&lt;/strong&gt; after buying them and coming back to school. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Btw&lt;/span&gt;, saw &lt;em&gt;drama-king&lt;/em&gt; in the council room apparently acting like a person who can't see properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Epic day&lt;/span&gt; I tell you. I would like to write more but I think you can't be bothered to read on. These &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;happy moments&lt;/span&gt; should never end. And Jordan &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt; Er were already asking when we leave council, wad will become of it, asking if we will miss them when we're gone &amp;amp; not forgetting to come back and visit them. Thinking of it now, leaving isn't all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt; easy, when I'm outta here, will I still reminisce the nostalgic past?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is something I hate to stomach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Señorita&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-1222671248275234913?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/1222671248275234913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=1222671248275234913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/1222671248275234913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/1222671248275234913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/02/there-was-wide-variety-of-flowers-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S3WPgIz4zEI/AAAAAAAAAnc/LEcUKQzWclQ/s72-c/DSC08947.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-1060730913311839062</id><published>2010-02-06T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T02:54:20.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S21_T6fMHGI/AAAAAAAAAm0/WfmajwfGs9w/s1600-h/Red+Cross+Rice+Project.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435140305400372322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S21_T6fMHGI/AAAAAAAAAm0/WfmajwfGs9w/s320/Red+Cross+Rice+Project.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; Fun in the sun! O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S21_TotAAkI/AAAAAAAAAms/1VqNOY_xMo0/s1600-h/Rice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435140300626461250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S21_TotAAkI/AAAAAAAAAms/1VqNOY_xMo0/s320/Rice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Slacking like the Huang Shang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S21_TMtSWxI/AAAAAAAAAmk/d1Im4EgAKwg/s1600-h/Ocean+of+rice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435140293111470866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S21_TMtSWxI/AAAAAAAAAmk/d1Im4EgAKwg/s320/Ocean+of+rice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; Ocean of Rice&lt;/span&gt;. See the one 'lying' down? Tt's me LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Project Rice today! I thought we were gonna like knock on (&lt;em&gt;heaven's doors~~&lt;/em&gt; NO LA) other ppl's door to donate them the bags of rice. Who knows, our job was juz to stay in &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Toa Payoh West Community Centre&lt;/span&gt;, and slowly distribute the rice. (as in sieve out and separate)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heh, at least I see some &lt;strong&gt;improvement&lt;/strong&gt; in the Sec 1s' performance. They were bonding together for once! And there's this epic junior, who accidentally tied her finger wif those plastic thingy tt cannot be 'undo-ed' once you pull it, then her hand started to turn&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; (my favourite colour &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prior to space constrain in &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;MacDonald's&lt;/span&gt;, I went to&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; KFC&lt;/span&gt; and meet the girls. The men went to eat Japanese Food in the Food Court, cheh! Karesia kept laughing at KFC, mad one. Whilst eating lunch, we talked about tt particular epic junior. And so, we decided to christen her '&lt;em&gt;Best&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Cadet of the Year' Award&lt;/em&gt;. I told Karesia if Zoe didn't manage to cut open the plastic, we'll die; the mother will be coming wif the &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;chopper&lt;/span&gt;. Then she retorted saying, no la. Find us for wad, also not we tie her daughter's finger, she did it on her own accord wad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So true, isn't it? Anyway,&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; Kit Yee &amp;amp; Weijie got featured on News 5 Tonight today&lt;/span&gt;! See, tt is one &lt;strong&gt;benefit&lt;/strong&gt; of watching News. Now you know why I despise those who disagree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-1060730913311839062?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/1060730913311839062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=1060730913311839062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/1060730913311839062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/1060730913311839062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/02/fun-in-sun-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S21_T6fMHGI/AAAAAAAAAm0/WfmajwfGs9w/s72-c/Red+Cross+Rice+Project.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-1626962979059562686</id><published>2010-02-03T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T02:22:46.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S213-XICDFI/AAAAAAAAAmc/u77jT5_iw6c/s1600-h/Squidward.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435132238549355602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S213-XICDFI/AAAAAAAAAmc/u77jT5_iw6c/s320/Squidward.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt; Before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S2135EWYibI/AAAAAAAAAmU/nd6sxPE2_xc/s1600-h/Squidward+Unglam.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435132147609930162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S2135EWYibI/AAAAAAAAAmU/nd6sxPE2_xc/s320/Squidward+Unglam.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;After (Terribly burnt out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Busy like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;mad&lt;/span&gt; these days, I dun even have a day to rest! GOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's have the breakdown shall we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Monday- Chem Tuition &amp;amp; Piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tuesday- E Maths Tuition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wednesday- Red Cross &amp;amp; Library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thurday- Phy Tuition &amp;amp; Library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday- A Maths Tuition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday- Red Cross &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday- Church &amp;amp; Chinese Tuition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It can't get any crazier than this! I'm gonna&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;burn out&lt;/span&gt; one day! Is this wad the government really wants? For ppl to study hard? I dun see why these 'era' of ppl get so fond of good grades; grades are juz but a number. We are all human beings, aren't we equal? Diff ppl have diff preferences on life but these &lt;em&gt;'force-students-to-work-hard'&lt;/em&gt; ought to end, fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since we have been indoctrinated by such values from young, aren't we akin to &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;North Korea&lt;/span&gt;? This is brainwashing &amp;amp; propaganda; you might say tt it's for your future! &lt;em&gt;Oh! Without a proper education, you can go no where. The society looks down on uneducated ppl!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stop stereotyping on these type of things, not everyone is born smart you know! You're only training their academic side if we study, how about the aesthetics? Sports? No? Nah, it's clear-cut tt exams are far more important than those feeble time-consuming &lt;em&gt;'outside-activities'&lt;/em&gt;. So much for training our other aspects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Señorita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-1626962979059562686?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/1626962979059562686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=1626962979059562686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/1626962979059562686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/1626962979059562686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/02/before-after-terribly-burnt-out-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S213-XICDFI/AAAAAAAAAmc/u77jT5_iw6c/s72-c/Squidward.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-5462932183517821844</id><published>2010-01-31T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T06:48:57.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY IVY :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Blessed year ahead xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, can't post often anymore, I'll be someone you gaze upon from a distance in due time. Time and tide waits for no man -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recently, I have the urge to become a &lt;strong&gt;Lawyer&lt;/strong&gt;; I also dunno wad I wanna be. My mom says I moodswing- from Doctor to Air Steward, Pianist to Actor and now Lawyer. I can't make up my mind! Anyhow, I found out I'm good at &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;owning&lt;/span&gt; ppl! Which makes a good lawyer, considering the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;heated debate&lt;/span&gt; you will have wif the opposing 'team'. I'm in for a debate, want one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;It's Shao Lin Showdown!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Slams the Gong*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-5462932183517821844?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/5462932183517821844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=5462932183517821844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/5462932183517821844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/5462932183517821844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-diary-happy-belated-16th-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-6682883754207568060</id><published>2010-01-29T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T05:24:49.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0CqjT3FjgLs&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0CqjT3FjgLs&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Did you see the video? Omg, the girl is&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; sooo cute&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Next time must have a &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;daughter&lt;/span&gt; like tt! Haha. AIA sure knows the tricks to advertising: a xiao mei mei wif &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;calming background music&lt;/span&gt;. FYI, my mom works in AIA ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway, today was the day my 3 juniors did flag raising wif our guidance. For the previous days they were juz onlookers. Prisheela &amp;amp; Yier were okeh! They did it&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; flawlessly&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;although I could see some loopholes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(PRETEND YOU DIDN'T SEE THIS!)&lt;/strong&gt; ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jordan's flag didn't go all the way up the pole and so Iky had to rectify the matter. Then... the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SINGAPORE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;FLAG&lt;/span&gt; decends rapidly as he loosened the string.&lt;strong&gt; HA&lt;/strong&gt;, epic. The best thing was : David Goh was juz beside him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Luckily Ms Low &amp;amp; Mr Principal wasn't there to witness it. If not, Iky can sing ~&lt;em&gt;'Time to... say Goodbye!'~&lt;/em&gt; already.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Btw, I &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;screwed&lt;/span&gt; my Maths common test: forgot the &lt;em&gt;'Box-and-whiskers'&lt;/em&gt; thingy completely.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why I'm &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; also&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-6682883754207568060?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/6682883754207568060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=6682883754207568060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/6682883754207568060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/6682883754207568060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-4669966709381581519</id><published>2010-01-27T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T03:07:34.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Council meeting today. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Drama... drama...&lt;/span&gt; dun wanna talk about it. Anyway, I juz hope the juniors will &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;change&lt;/span&gt;. They seriously need a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;wake-up call&lt;/span&gt; to get them to wear their badges &amp;amp; ties everyday. Matthew Phua, you're one of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wake up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-4669966709381581519?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/4669966709381581519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=4669966709381581519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/4669966709381581519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/4669966709381581519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-diary-your-mom-senorita.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-6057158577814878035</id><published>2010-01-25T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T09:03:50.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I juz got&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; humiliated&lt;/span&gt; by my juniors -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know wad they did? I was talking to them, reminding them about 27th Jan's Council meeting. Suddenly, out of nowhere, &lt;strong&gt;Nicole Manto&lt;/strong&gt; pinched my cheek and commented, "so cute!" and &lt;strong&gt;Nicole Koh&lt;/strong&gt; did the same thing. Dun ask me, I also doing wad had gotten into them. Aghast was I tt I only managed to utter a &lt;em&gt;'okk....'&lt;/em&gt; and seriously dunno how to react. Wad will you do if it were you? Embrace them, or lecture them about the consequences of &lt;strong&gt;outrage of modesty&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are girls these days alright? Cause I'm freaking out lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, on my way to school. I saw this fa... plump &lt;em&gt;*ahem*&lt;/em&gt; girl walking to school; she was wearing &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;epic socks&lt;/span&gt;. So much so tt it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;longer than mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, serious! Worst of all, she was wearing a skirt. I laughed to myself and almost tripped on the curb. But I dun believe in &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;retributions&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mdm Aisha was talking to us about wad &lt;em&gt;'Adam Khoo Motivational Workshop'&lt;/em&gt;. Weiping said ppl who attended the workshops got &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;enlightened&lt;/span&gt; and got all &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;straight As&lt;/span&gt; for 'O' Levels. Do you believe? Anyway, I can't post anything negative down here although I'm well known for criticism. And it costed a freaking &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;$400++&lt;/span&gt; if I'm not wrong. Crazy, if liddat ah, I next time also go and make one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Basically, I told my mom as she was signing the consent form (she said nvm la, juz pay! &lt;strong&gt;Ya la, like we very rich liddat&lt;/strong&gt;), 'you know why these workshop still manage to survive? It's because of you gullible ppl who juz willingly sign. Tt's why these workshops prevail.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the outside world, the only thing you can do is believe in yourself and nothing else. No amount of workshop is able to give you ample motivation to do well; it all starts from&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; within&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Amen&lt;/span&gt; LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-6057158577814878035?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/6057158577814878035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=6057158577814878035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/6057158577814878035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/6057158577814878035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-diary-i-think-i-juz-got-humiliated.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-3543769607986820605</id><published>2010-01-23T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T02:57:32.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S1nhGS-HOII/AAAAAAAAAmM/jZuZ5qJ9UPk/s1600-h/Haiti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429618324059666562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S1nhGS-HOII/AAAAAAAAAmM/jZuZ5qJ9UPk/s320/Haiti.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sure you have heard of the recent &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Haiti Earthquake&lt;/span&gt; Occurrence. I'm quite slow to post but nonetheless, I feel for them. Their humble abodes have been destroyed and being a country wif barely enough money to survive, it is most devastating to hear of it. FYI, if you dunno where Haiti is, it's an island on it's own off the coast of South America, on top of &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Brazil.&lt;/span&gt; Aids have been sent and ppl are doing all they can, we'll pray for this nation tt the government will be able to recover from this catastrophe and get back on their feet, and provide the country to daily necessities so tt the ppl may be able to live normal lives, although deep down, they've been &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;scarred emotionally&lt;/span&gt;, losing relatives and close friends, and memories of their daily lives. They would never be the same again. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Lightning never strikes at one spot twice&lt;/span&gt;, I hope this really is true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Many relief efforts and organisations have stepped out to offer monetary assistance already. &lt;strong&gt;Bratt &amp;amp; Jolie have donated US$2 mil, and Roger Federal held tennis matches to raise funds&lt;/strong&gt;. Everyone is playing their part, and we should too. They are ppl too, and when ppl need help, we need to render to them wadevever we can. Dun live in your small &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;bubble&lt;/span&gt;. Dun know how to help? Search the web, tt's the impact of Globalisation now. So use it. If you can't help money-wise, there's always &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;prayer&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyday has its challenges, the day where you find there's no challenges, is the day you die.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-3543769607986820605?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/3543769607986820605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=3543769607986820605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/3543769607986820605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/3543769607986820605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-diary-im-sure-you-have-heard-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S1nhGS-HOII/AAAAAAAAAmM/jZuZ5qJ9UPk/s72-c/Haiti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-6931708582799282504</id><published>2010-01-21T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T02:57:08.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today damn epic!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chem Lab; I was supposed to do the Titration thingy, then when adding the &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Potassium &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Maganate&lt;/span&gt; (VII)&lt;/span&gt;, Mrs Yap told me to swirl as I add drop by drop into the beaker of Fe 2+. Then I forgot then she shouted (not in a fierce tone ^^), 'Nicholas ah, ask you to swirl you swirl then when I look away you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stop&lt;/span&gt;.' followed by a ' Class, we have an &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Oscar Award Winner&lt;/span&gt; here, very good at acting. He senses danger when it's around him.' And for the rest of the experiment, she was watching over me. o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Teo&lt;/span&gt; said my neutralisation concentration was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; right and my colour of &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;faint pink&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;! (Of course, who am I man), three times in a row &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;some more&lt;/span&gt;. And my actual neutralisation volume (25.2cm^3) was&lt;strong&gt; exactly&lt;/strong&gt; the &lt;em&gt;SAME&lt;/em&gt; as the teacher's ideal answer! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wooo&lt;/span&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, there was a camera who came in to film us doing the experiment. Apparently, they were making a new &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;School Song video&lt;/span&gt;, so they needed clips of experiments to &lt;em&gt;act act&lt;/em&gt; la. Then teacher asked for volunteers to act, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;budden&lt;/span&gt; all&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sabo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me. In the end, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;kena&lt;/span&gt; filmed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. At first acting only, &lt;em&gt;anyhow take the chemicals and pour here pour there, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;diffuse&lt;/span&gt; then filter&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Tt&lt;/span&gt; was good cause it gave me the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; to play&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;wif&lt;/span&gt; anything, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; being scolded. Or so I thought, until Mrs Yap came then I gave her the excuse then she also nth to say, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so in the end Ms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Teo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; 'showed'&lt;/em&gt; me how to do the experiment (although I was one of the first few who finished the experiment b4 hand) and acted in front of the camera!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So... I gonna be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;famous&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Yaye&lt;/span&gt; me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;sabo&lt;/span&gt;-ed&lt;/span&gt; has its benefits too! Not counting the ramifications, if &lt;strong&gt;Mr Principal&lt;/strong&gt; doesn't like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-6931708582799282504?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/6931708582799282504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=6931708582799282504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/6931708582799282504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/6931708582799282504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/01/draft-aia-ms-teo-crazy6pack.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-4620969708390869690</id><published>2010-01-20T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T02:56:22.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recently all my schedules have been packed until like&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; 6 pack&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;liddat&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sooo&lt;/span&gt; busy, best thing is all on the day clash. Today got &lt;strong&gt;Red Cross, Library bonding session, Council photo-taking and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Exco&lt;/span&gt;-meeting&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Siao&lt;/span&gt; eh, I'm not octopus or an accountant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Council Photo-taking: Of course I was punctual. Being a &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;gentleman&lt;/span&gt;, I helped out of the juniors and fellow councillors first la! Like one butler &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;liddat&lt;/span&gt;. There wasn't a size for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Nala&lt;/span&gt; so I suggested to use &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;two XL Blazers&lt;/span&gt;, one on one side and it worked. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Surprisingly&lt;/span&gt;, Ms Low concurred to my idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ex-co meeting: We are to revise the departments namely: School &amp;amp; Student Affairs, Student Welfare, Discipline &amp;amp; Communications. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;, we're gonna have a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Student Leaders' Camp&lt;/span&gt; in March (Hols) finally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The rest of the 6 pack events like Red Cross is self-explanatory already. Dun need to further elaborate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PS: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know how to play Poker Face on the piano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt;, it's in B Major!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Prisheela&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt; Er wanted me to play Unfaithful &amp;amp; learn Untouched and Paparazzi. Am I up to their challenge? &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;You bet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Señorita&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-4620969708390869690?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/4620969708390869690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=4620969708390869690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/4620969708390869690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/4620969708390869690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-diary-recently-all-my-schedules.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-1828537339037106085</id><published>2010-01-18T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T02:56:37.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S1nbpKRrhnI/AAAAAAAAAl8/6sC27w8JxQM/s1600-h/angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429612325951473266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S1nbpKRrhnI/AAAAAAAAAl8/6sC27w8JxQM/s320/angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;School is &lt;strong&gt;boring&lt;/strong&gt;! Everyday same lessons, repetitions of faces. The only thing tt changes is the topics, and they change real fast! Which is a bad thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I couldn't be bothered to post anything else about school since it's always the same.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;During History, Ms Ng gave us work but we ended up talking. And the topic rounded up to: Men &amp;amp; Women. Ms Ng said tt Men were the cause of Wars and all other devastating events. And it was a &lt;strong&gt;Men VS Women's showdown&lt;/strong&gt;. I can post a whole giant post of the &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;advantages of both sexes&lt;/span&gt; but I think I'll pass, no use too. But Men ended the War too, so there're also being responsible, women juz cook and give birth. Stereotype much, but majority do tt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, during TC Period Mdm Aisha told us something playing a Class Game - Angels &lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; Mortals&lt;/strong&gt;. Everyone's name is written on bits of papers and thrown into some box or something, then everyone picks one. And the person whom you picked will be your Mortal and you will be their Angel. Angels are supposed to &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;take care&lt;/span&gt; and watch over the Mortals, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;give gifts and socialise and get to know them.&lt;/span&gt; Having said tt, it's akin to &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;stalking&lt;/span&gt;. It's like you're their &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;secret admirer&lt;/span&gt; or sth, sounds so wrong. Anyway, I picked &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mrs John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; LOL. So coincident, anyway, I also dunno wad to give her. An &lt;strong&gt;A1&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A Maths&lt;/span&gt;? Heh, tt's gonna be hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For now I'll stick to helping her give out worksheets, greeting her and playing by the rule book. Too bad Yew Fu &lt;em&gt;didn't&lt;/em&gt; get Li Pei, if not, it'll be epic. Heh, did I mention? Gloria got ______, which is quite&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; sad&lt;/span&gt;. Good luck though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, it's only for a week b4 we change Mortals. &lt;em&gt;Hold on, and hold tight!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-1828537339037106085?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/1828537339037106085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=1828537339037106085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/1828537339037106085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/1828537339037106085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-diary-angels-to-be-cont.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S1nbpKRrhnI/AAAAAAAAAl8/6sC27w8JxQM/s72-c/angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-6496189359797588781</id><published>2010-01-16T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T07:00:25.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ceC7eJG2HW0&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ceC7eJG2HW0&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somehow I've recently been into a relapse wif &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Korean Drama&lt;/span&gt;. And the nostalgic past of diff dance genre have came back to hit me. I'm starting to like European dances again!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tango, Waltz, Ballade, Tarantella, Tap Dancing&lt;/strong&gt; are all stuck in my head! They're simply self-indulging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For now, I'll juz let the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;video&lt;/span&gt; do the talking, savour every second whilst it is being played!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PS: First time uploading a video (it's a miracle) without anyone helping me! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-6496189359797588781?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/6496189359797588781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=6496189359797588781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/6496189359797588781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/6496189359797588781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-6471544903864952672</id><published>2010-01-09T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T09:27:39.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S0imNlKBTNI/AAAAAAAAAlc/LeNhd1AnXgQ/s1600-h/Uniquely+Singapore(an).+Bullshit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424768503410412754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S0imNlKBTNI/AAAAAAAAAlc/LeNhd1AnXgQ/s320/Uniquely+Singapore(an).+Bullshit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least I know there's still hope for Singaporeans. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Juz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; saw a considerate woman patiently waiting for her nuggets at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Despite the long wait, she didn't complain and even said 'No problem!' when the staff told her she had to wait a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' longer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do these acts of courtesy &amp;amp; kindness require constant prompting? I dun see the need for these 'hints' in &lt;strong&gt;Japan&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Britain&lt;/strong&gt;, not forgetting &lt;strong&gt;France&lt;/strong&gt;. Are we really a city of low lives who live in a place where manners haven't been&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; invented&lt;/span&gt;? Or are we &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ignorant &amp;amp; oblivious to the surrounding circumstances&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate to question. But if Japanese can do it, so can Singaporeans. Who are we, to be distinguished as the green city &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the worst &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (it's contradicting I know) It may be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; few &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;black &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sheeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; destroy our reputation. But nonetheless, we, as a nation, should live up to our morals. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;singlish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (although I use them occasionally), &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; more short forms OR fancy languages (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;euu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lurb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;qoinq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, etc.) They disgrace &amp;amp; distort the English language and isn't amusing, neither is it anything 'Uniquely Singapore(an)'. There's nothing to be proud of and face it, we're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; humiliating ourselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are we going to have our heads held high declaring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;strong&gt;Yes! We are proud to be a Singaporean using &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Singlish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;' or are we going to go by the book?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;It's up to you fellow citizens (or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;netizens&lt;/span&gt;), are you game?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Señorita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-6471544903864952672?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/6471544903864952672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=6471544903864952672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/6471544903864952672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/6471544903864952672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-diary-at-least-i-know-theres-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S0imNlKBTNI/AAAAAAAAAlc/LeNhd1AnXgQ/s72-c/Uniquely+Singapore(an).+Bullshit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-5982148737656365987</id><published>2010-01-08T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T08:07:15.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Juz went for both Nayang (NYP) &amp;amp; Ngee Ann (NP, you know why they dun wanna call themselves&lt;strong&gt; NAP&lt;/strong&gt;) Poly's Open Houses. The Tertiary industry is a big jump from secondary school life. Let me ask you a question: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt; you were to be in a poly and studying Tourism &amp;amp; Resort Management. &lt;strong&gt;WHY IN THE WORLD DO YOU EVEN STUDY MATHS OR EVEN WORSE, SCIENCE IN SEC SCH&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's dumb, and I think I'm the only one who sees it tt way. Since the government has no (plans to do any) revisions to the system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I gotta admit the Polys all have lots of lucrative &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;$.$&lt;/span&gt; courses to choose from. Attracting loads of ppl wif juz by showcasing attracting business opportunities to go overseas and attachment wif industry giants. But isn't it too early. Choosing a course is akin to choosing a job already. It's the point in life (if you go to poly) where your decision is vital &amp;amp; permanent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's juz like a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lethal injection&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For now, I'm sticking to JC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's my opinion, so pls. Dun sue me for anything. I ain't critisizing here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-5982148737656365987?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/5982148737656365987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=5982148737656365987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/5982148737656365987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/5982148737656365987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-diary-juz-went-for-both-nayang-nyp.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-4313629452275804376</id><published>2010-01-04T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T08:35:43.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1st day back to school.&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; Rained catzzzz &amp;amp; dogzzzz&lt;/span&gt;. So I had to do the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pledge&lt;/span&gt; (the propaganda thingy) taking for lower sec&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sec 1s were loitering around not sure wad to do. Where're the teachers when we needed them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lessons back to normal, shan't post&lt;em&gt; regularly&lt;/em&gt; and our Chem 'cher changed to Ms J Teo. CCA trials this week, council bonding, council meetings. &lt;strong&gt;God, pls save Nicholas!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-4313629452275804376?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/4313629452275804376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=4313629452275804376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/4313629452275804376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/4313629452275804376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-diary-1st-day-back-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-3894389316909838549</id><published>2010-01-01T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T07:36:50.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S0ihF9TVesI/AAAAAAAAAlU/2UbiR1K-54Y/s1600-h/to+do.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424762874894842562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S0ihF9TVesI/AAAAAAAAAlU/2UbiR1K-54Y/s320/to+do.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the start of 2010. My new year resolutions? Study hard (and smart), pass exams and all the crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Let's see wad we have for Nicholas' To-Do list for the rest of his life shall we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-I'll like to learn 6 different languages. (English, Chinese, Japanese, Korean, French &amp;amp; Italian)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Master the Piano, violin, guitar, drums &amp;amp; saxophone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Understand statistics &amp;amp; stock maket exchanges. (I'll know nuts about this area)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Have full understanding of Singapore Map, Bus routes &amp;amp; Mrt stations.&lt;br /&gt;-Understand current affairs &amp;amp; politics.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Know city locations &amp;amp; adequate knowledge on countries &amp;amp; their capitals. (I'm a swa ku!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-3894389316909838549?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/3894389316909838549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=3894389316909838549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/3894389316909838549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/3894389316909838549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-diary-its-start-of-2010.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S0ihF9TVesI/AAAAAAAAAlU/2UbiR1K-54Y/s72-c/to+do.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-7360480661473806627</id><published>2009-12-31T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:17:04.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/Szzr_W8SkFI/AAAAAAAAAlM/JQ-WnkAR10M/s1600-h/2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421467525169975378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/Szzr_W8SkFI/AAAAAAAAAlM/JQ-WnkAR10M/s320/2010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2009 is coming to an abrupt end as we usher in 2010. I hate the mood of New Year Countdowns, especially &lt;strong&gt;Singapore&lt;/strong&gt; ones. The Countdown Party at Marina Bay was awful, no offense though. I know Singapore's standard is like _____ compared to America but still at least produce a decent bang to usher in the new year right? Now we know why PM Lee Hsien Loong didn't come for the celebrations: he's better off playing Five Stones wif his wife at home. Personally I dun think there's a need to celebrate every new year wif these type of major events, there're juz &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wasting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;resources and time&lt;/em&gt;. Both of which are vitally important. Sorry for becoming the Grinch, but these are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; facts. Btw, the News @ 9.30pm was terrible; the coordination and the live report. Omg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shan't criticize anymore, if not I might get sue-ed lol. Go watch the Channel 8 one. Much better (Dun say I dun compliment and only criticize)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking back at 2009, I have come a long way, but still a long way to go too. Passing through obstacles after obstacles. Solving disputes and controversies, hearing rumours and spreading jokes, creating phrases &lt;strong&gt;(morning!)&lt;/strong&gt; and utilizing them. The setbacks and persistency tt I had, the sorrows, hardships and pain, happiness, enthusiasm and solace. But, I still thank God for everything he has done thus far. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;ALL GLORY TO GOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2009 is a year wif mixed feelings, a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;concotion&lt;/span&gt; wif all types of postive and negative events all fused together. Thus, overflowing eventually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cheers to 2010, &lt;em&gt;*fingers crossed*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-7360480661473806627?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/7360480661473806627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=7360480661473806627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/7360480661473806627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/7360480661473806627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-diary-2009-is-coming-to-abrupt-end.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/Szzr_W8SkFI/AAAAAAAAAlM/JQ-WnkAR10M/s72-c/2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-1101634772398984197</id><published>2009-12-30T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:09:12.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sec 1 Orientation (Day 2)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hectic like mad; Mentally &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;drained&lt;/span&gt; of energy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Came to school and first things first: head for Council Room. Went in, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;NO LIGHTS&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wth&lt;/span&gt;?!? I was like &lt;em&gt;err... is this faulty or is it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; me?&lt;/em&gt; Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nafia&lt;/span&gt; told me and I realised &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt; both Council Room &amp;amp; PE Storage room blackout. Probably because Mr Principal didn't pay for the electricity bill for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt; particular part of the school (everywhere else was working fine) or a short circuit. I suspect the former :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lishan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; didn't&lt;/span&gt; come today. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cheh&lt;/span&gt;, she said she had cough &amp;amp; sore throat then had to eat medicine and if she were to stand too long she'll fall asleep. So she's excused, for now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Shahiran&lt;/span&gt; went to help his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;CCA&lt;/span&gt;, Hockey and Sinhalese dunno disappear until where. All &lt;em&gt;MIA&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mayb&lt;/span&gt; because of the &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;horror&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt; the Sec 1s gave to us; this is the psychological aftermath of dealing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wif&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;small kids&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Nala&lt;/span&gt; helped me tour them around the various &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;CCAs&lt;/span&gt;. They were walking as slow as ever again (they seriously dunno wad is &lt;em&gt;'can you hurry up'&lt;/em&gt; ), blur and in a daze. At least they played one game amongst themselves: &lt;em&gt;'why-dun-you-go-first'&lt;/em&gt;. How to play? Simple! You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; stand there and wait for others to move first, if not you lose. So, everyone stands around waiting for some soul to step forward. Wad a game to play -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you know wad? Choir &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;doesn't accept&lt;/span&gt; boys anymore! Apparently because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;there're&lt;/span&gt; too few boys to form a strong A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;cappella&lt;/span&gt;. The current boys do logistics. Wad a boring job, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Pss&lt;/span&gt;: Choir's becoming more sexist. &lt;/em&gt;After the tour, the sec 1s were told to sit according to their desired &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;CCA&lt;/span&gt;. No surprises: the Sports sector -Basketball/Hockey/Netball flooded &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;wif&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt;. There were like 30++ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;PER&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;CCA&lt;/span&gt;. And the best thing is they only accept 16 peeps each. So the others can go home, not literally. Red Cross had &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pathetic souls; I tried to persuade others but they say they're better off doing Sports. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boy which I detested along &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;wif&lt;/span&gt; his two faithful comrades pissed me off to no end again. Even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Nala&lt;/span&gt; (Council Bouncer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;) couldn't handle them. Hate them! &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Roar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;During our break, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Nala&lt;/span&gt; started showing off her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt; Collection&lt;/strong&gt; (newspaper cuttings of him) in a super big file &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Dhurga&lt;/span&gt; mistook for our &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Chem ring file&lt;/span&gt;. She showed it off to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt; Er &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Preeshela&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;, they still seem &lt;strong&gt;REAL&lt;/strong&gt; interested. Probably &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; entertaining &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Nala&lt;/span&gt; and giving her false hope indirectly of course. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lots of controversies happened; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; not present, logistics not ready, Ms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Heng&lt;/span&gt; disappeared at the most crucial part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, we had bonding games &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;wif&lt;/span&gt; the Sec 1s (it was worse than anticipated, real worse!) Each class is allocated to a random classroom on the ground floor. We took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Mdm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Chye's&lt;/span&gt; homeroom, and at the last minute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Dhurga&lt;/span&gt; was asked to give a speech in the hall. Which puts me in charge, apart from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Iky&lt;/span&gt;. At first it was fine, playing games &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;wif&lt;/span&gt; them although the &lt;em&gt;3 musketeers&lt;/em&gt; were still fooling around, then it&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; overshot&lt;/span&gt; the time. The talk wasn't over yet, so Ms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Heng&lt;/span&gt; gave orders through me to ask all councillors to entertain them for at least half an hour! Anyway, to cut the long story short, every class had a few naughty ones regardless of stream. I felt as though 1A an express class, was akin to a Normal Tech, no offense though. They behave like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt; and I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;stereotyping&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then Ms Low asked me to run some errands &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt; left me exhausted running from class to class. Then parents started to come in at &lt;em&gt;impromptu intervals&lt;/em&gt;; they started asking for their child and some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;loitered&lt;/span&gt; around finding the classes. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;ushers&lt;/span&gt; didn't know where to direct them cause the classes were at random and not in any order. So I had to direct &lt;strong&gt;each&lt;/strong&gt; parent to the respective classes. Some of the parents were unhappy saying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt; we weren't punctual in releasing their kids, oh please! We had no choice, we're already struggling trying to handle 30 kids at one go. Anyway, it's not &lt;strong&gt;OUR &lt;/strong&gt;decision, it's Ms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Heng's&lt;/span&gt;. We were told to only release them after she gives the queue. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Oya&lt;/span&gt;, did I mention&lt;em&gt; SOMEONE&lt;/em&gt; went around like a big boss going into the classrooms (WITHOUT knocking the door) and asking stupid questions like, everything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;em&gt;I'm here to check and I'll have to go soon. I still got lots of stuff to scrutinise&lt;/em&gt; (I changed the words, I dun think he knows how to use these words anyway) &lt;em&gt;and I still have to go and check the 3 councillors upstairs if they need any assistance.&lt;/em&gt; I was like (in my mind obviously), who asked you to do this? Did anyone order you to walk around and poke your nose into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; business? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;, so _____ and get back to entertaining your class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh God, I'm gonna write a thesis already. Anyway, we ended and Ms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Heng&lt;/span&gt; thanked us making me feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;alittle&lt;/span&gt; better. And at the end of the day, the councillors were cursing away, angry and pissed. Wad has happened to the future generation of sec 1s? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We still had to place all the equipment back into the PE room which had &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;no lights&lt;/span&gt;. Uh! I used my &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;camera lights&lt;/span&gt; ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt; Er was about to leave when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;Mui&lt;/span&gt; Ping said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;there were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; Basketball boys&lt;/span&gt; from our school waiting for her. (Apparently, they all like her; wad a coincidence &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;.) I also want &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;luh&lt;/span&gt;: 6 girls waiting for me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. But, she doesn't like them and so our&lt;strong&gt; Council Bouncer&lt;/strong&gt; had to escort her out of the school. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;Mui&lt;/span&gt; Ping suggested getting a guy to walk by her side. Then I was like the only guy there and I went : &lt;em&gt;me la. Of course, who else&lt;/em&gt;! Joking of course. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;Budden&lt;/span&gt; they weren't there anymore. Also dunno why. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;Mayb&lt;/span&gt; I got some &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;super power&lt;/span&gt; ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, why am I crapping around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;Señorita&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-1101634772398984197?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/1101634772398984197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=1101634772398984197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/1101634772398984197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/1101634772398984197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-diary-sec-1-orientation-day-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-853855457826638860</id><published>2009-12-29T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T08:32:54.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SzoeCOm0jRI/AAAAAAAAAlE/UpS0PrZADWk/s1600-h/My+first+day+of+school.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420678125123308818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SzoeCOm0jRI/AAAAAAAAAlE/UpS0PrZADWk/s320/My+first+day+of+school.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sec 1 Orientation (Day 1).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ms Heng asked us to come at 6.45&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt; for a briefing and it only started at 7.00++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Claps*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of the Sec 1s came in&lt;strong&gt; super&lt;/strong&gt; early, I think they assumed tt our school gives them&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; free&lt;/span&gt; gift for being exquisitely punctual. The faces of those Sec 1s showed &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; expressions and emotions. They were as quiet as ever (expected) and in their own Neverland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took 1A wif Lishan, Shahiran (idk how to spell Malay names!) &amp;amp; Sinhalese. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Idk how Shahiran took attendance, take until ppl missing (Miss Sin lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ms Heng taught the new Sec 1s to clap 11 times. Not at random but wif rhythm. Then Ms Heng&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;asked for volunteers. Obvious my first reaction was: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NALA!&lt;/span&gt; Then she was like WAD LA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Iky (tsk) also went out. Together wif her (her as in Nala, not Iky, although it will satisfy my heart if he were a girl). I sabo-ed her again! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But! It backfired, apparently Ms Heng called the &lt;strong&gt;Vice President &amp;amp; President&lt;/strong&gt; to come out too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we were out, they introduced our position and names. Then we were told to teach them how to clap (retarded) and they were suppose to mimick our actions. Iky tt drama queen (king) proudly said without a blink of an eye:&lt;em&gt; I dunno how to do&lt;/em&gt;. Then he _______. You make us think tt you have either have a low IQ or you're playing a fool. I'm thinking both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We toured them (Sec 1s) around the school and their reactions were all like _____. They were walking aimlessly around and like in a trance. They were slow both mentally and physically. Then Sinhalese also very blur, from behind keep coming in front to me, like I've got some attraction power. Moreover, we didn't play games wif them . Cause Mr Chia &amp;amp; Ms Heng trailed on talking all day. We gonna have Day 2 tmr. Hope they at least bond a little. I think I rather play 5 stones wif my Grandmother. (Btw, after I typed this, Popo actally called our phone LOL) Talking to them is akin to conveying to the living dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Btw, Lishan got &lt;strong&gt;bullied&lt;/strong&gt; by one of the Sec 1s, which I personally detest. (So suay, first day) He said she was short and gl her la. At least she's clever enough to ignore him. I have a feeling he likes her; anyway, it's an absurd chemistry, given the amount of interaction both of them have. They hardly even talked. But at least I know my glares are working, there's something wif my eyes (not cataract ah), it has the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;power to make ppl&lt;/span&gt; listen (dun debate about this) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And one of the Sec 1 students was Huishan's brother: Ong Chee Chai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From wad I personally feel, they should more or less feel tt today is a sombre and mundane day. If they were to think tt as a normal school day when school reopens (speaking of which, uhh!) then we would have &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;paralysed&lt;/span&gt; them wif fear even b4 school actually reopens (UHH!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sure if you were to privately juz pick any student at random and ask them: how they felt about today's Orientation. An obvious answer would be: Boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Short and sweet ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-853855457826638860?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/853855457826638860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=853855457826638860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/853855457826638860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/853855457826638860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-diary-sec-1-registration.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SzoeCOm0jRI/AAAAAAAAAlE/UpS0PrZADWk/s72-c/My+first+day+of+school.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-5578735224570042555</id><published>2009-12-27T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T23:44:42.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SzoUVdrzOXI/AAAAAAAAAk8/TUFjxZsRK3w/s1600-h/200px-Sherlock_holmes_ver5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420667460471961970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SzoUVdrzOXI/AAAAAAAAAk8/TUFjxZsRK3w/s320/200px-Sherlock_holmes_ver5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recently I have been watching lots of movies. Mad liao lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today we watched Sherlock Holmes. Another really&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; nice&lt;/span&gt; movie. Wif all the detective work and all those secretive conspiracies and action. I like Holmes' &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;eyes&lt;/span&gt;, they&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; glitter&lt;/span&gt; at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The whole plot was cleverly &lt;strong&gt;twisted and portrayed&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Btw, have you heard? (not herd of cows ah) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sezairi won SI&lt;/span&gt; (Singapore Idol) It is reported in the newspaper tt many ppl were upset wif the SI Results. Bunch of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;idiots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, now you &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;cry&lt;/span&gt;.You whimper cause Sylvia didn't get in. Now I'm asking you, whose fault is it? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOURS!&lt;/span&gt; Who didn't vote (enough)? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt; you say tt she should have won,&lt;em&gt; oh Sylvia has more of the X Factor&lt;/em&gt;. You can't read my expression now though, if not, this will really &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;speak &lt;/span&gt;to you. The decision lies in the fans. If you complain and rant, why didn't you vote more? Personally, I dun bother who ever wins cause SI has a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; way to go compared to AI. Go out there and make yourself useful to the society ppl. Sitting down there and juz voting doesn't earn you&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; big bucks $.$&lt;/span&gt; and neither does it do you any good. No one said tt voting &lt;strong&gt;100&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;times&lt;/strong&gt; for your Idol (in your eyes) will make you eligible to&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; date&lt;/span&gt; them out, or get their phone number. Dream on Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Cool Cat aka Geek won period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-5578735224570042555?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/5578735224570042555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=5578735224570042555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/5578735224570042555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/5578735224570042555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-diary-recently-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SzoUVdrzOXI/AAAAAAAAAk8/TUFjxZsRK3w/s72-c/200px-Sherlock_holmes_ver5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-3373724593798964890</id><published>2009-12-26T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T23:52:32.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SzoR6x2rhgI/AAAAAAAAAk0/rHHTwD3CMK0/s1600-h/200px-Avatar-Teaser-Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420664803006580226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SzoR6x2rhgI/AAAAAAAAAk0/rHHTwD3CMK0/s320/200px-Avatar-Teaser-Poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watched Avatar today at Lido Cineplex, the Shaw House. I know la; it came out long ago; I'm very &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;slow&lt;/span&gt;. I always wait until very long release then watch. The show was super cool can. All the special effects and the music, the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Na'vi's forest&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;military machinery&lt;/span&gt;. It was &lt;em&gt;boomz&lt;/em&gt;. James Cameron did it again; another hit from his other previous films like &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Titanic&lt;/span&gt;. It is said tt he thought for&lt;strong&gt; 15 years&lt;/strong&gt; on the plot and scripts and took at least &lt;strong&gt;5 years&lt;/strong&gt; to produce it. Imagine tt, how all tt hard work paid off. On the day of release itself, it managed to garner &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;USD 40 million&lt;/span&gt; dollars! Crazy one; I work for my whole life and mayb even &lt;strong&gt;afterlife&lt;/strong&gt; also still can't earn so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The movie alone won many &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;awards &lt;/span&gt;thus far, juz by opening for a few days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give credit when it's due&lt;/em&gt;, and the show deserves it. So much for&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; naked&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;smurfs&lt;/span&gt; walking around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-3373724593798964890?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/3373724593798964890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=3373724593798964890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/3373724593798964890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/3373724593798964890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-diary-watched-avatar-today-at-lido.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SzoR6x2rhgI/AAAAAAAAAk0/rHHTwD3CMK0/s72-c/200px-Avatar-Teaser-Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-5269628144984927476</id><published>2009-12-25T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T06:13:14.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;09!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas in Church at the newly open Sanctuary at Level 2. The place was &lt;em&gt;boomz&lt;/em&gt;; and the Christmas Carols were super cool. Enjoyed the service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sleepover at Jy's house again. This time for&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; real&lt;/span&gt;. Heather didn't come, heh. They had some &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Band Hero&lt;/span&gt; thingy played wif the &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nintendo Wii&lt;/span&gt;; I rocked at it luh. At &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;night&lt;/span&gt; we watched &lt;strong&gt;Naked Gun&lt;/strong&gt;. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At first sight, it looks kindda &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;obscence&lt;/span&gt;. But it's a comedy cum action-packed dectective show. Jy's Mom also had shows on her laptop. Heh, another Movie fanatic's &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; all&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-5269628144984927476?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/5269628144984927476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=5269628144984927476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/5269628144984927476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/5269628144984927476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-diary-merry-christmas-09-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-2190218508302358321</id><published>2009-12-24T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:15:55.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SzoJx2DctmI/AAAAAAAAAks/zycSZKbz2gk/s1600-h/200px-Planet51movieposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420655853422032482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SzoJx2DctmI/AAAAAAAAAks/zycSZKbz2gk/s320/200px-Planet51movieposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SzoJxvz86PI/AAAAAAAAAkk/fUAPp9uAEug/s1600-h/200px-Cloudy_with_a_chance_of_meatballs_theataposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420655851746420978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SzoJxvz86PI/AAAAAAAAAkk/fUAPp9uAEug/s320/200px-Cloudy_with_a_chance_of_meatballs_theataposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's Christmas Eve people! We had two Christmas Parties running &lt;strong&gt;simultaneously&lt;/strong&gt;: William's Place and Aunty Sherman's. We didn't go for the former cause Mom was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;late&lt;/span&gt; (as usual) Ever since Aunty Sherman shifted house, the place was a little more compact but nonetheless, they had another &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; Dog, a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Golden Retriver&lt;/span&gt; bought from Ebay. And the Christmas Dinner was&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; sumptuous&lt;/span&gt;, especially the &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Ribs&lt;/span&gt; (sorry not Halal lol) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Surprisingly, Samuel &amp;amp; Sarah's Father had &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;101 Movies&lt;/span&gt; inside his com. It was practically like a movie fanatic's dream to have something like tt. We watched&lt;em&gt; Cloudy wif a chance of Meatballs&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;Planet 51&lt;/em&gt;. Both of them were equally nice and it was comical altogether. Sarah taught me the &lt;strong&gt;Art of Catching&lt;/strong&gt; (you know the Sky Catcher at Arcades where you pick up soft toys?) It is told tt Bishan J8's Arcade all &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;con &lt;/span&gt;ppl one. They pick up the toy and b4 hand releases the grip causing it to be an epic failure. Some of them has a violent and abrupt stop tt also causes the toy, wif the help of Physics (gravity; so much for&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; Ms Sin&lt;/span&gt; lol) to fall back into the arena. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;During the &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;gift exchange&lt;/span&gt;, we managed to get a&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; remote control car&lt;/span&gt; and some Body shop lotion in which I have no use of it. At 12am, I sent out Christmas Greetings like any other year. This time, the greetings &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;crashed&lt;/span&gt;, probably cause I mass sent 30++ ppl. Thanks a lot Starhub.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-2190218508302358321?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/2190218508302358321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=2190218508302358321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/2190218508302358321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/2190218508302358321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-diary-its-christmas-eve-people-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SzoJx2DctmI/AAAAAAAAAks/zycSZKbz2gk/s72-c/200px-Planet51movieposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-619395248078280442</id><published>2009-12-23T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T08:27:24.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S0it8LA_fVI/AAAAAAAAAl0/RxBr00DX-0k/s1600-h/DSC08897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424777000428469586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S0it8LA_fVI/AAAAAAAAAl0/RxBr00DX-0k/s320/DSC08897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Unglam Nicholas C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S0itsxfVutI/AAAAAAAAAls/tRHT10voSSo/s1600-h/DSC08911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424776735878396626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S0itsxfVutI/AAAAAAAAAls/tRHT10voSSo/s320/DSC08911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; * Star like star bright... *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S0isy6ngy4I/AAAAAAAAAlk/iqP6EYqfvHw/s1600-h/DSC08910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424775741896182658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S0isy6ngy4I/AAAAAAAAAlk/iqP6EYqfvHw/s320/DSC08910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Unexpected shot of Darren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sec 1 Registration&lt;/strong&gt;, hooray! We got to wear &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;blazers&lt;/span&gt; today, but the freaking air con &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wasn't on&lt;/span&gt;! So it was hot like ______. Looking at the Sec 1s' faces, I can't stop having &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;flashbacks&lt;/span&gt; of when I was one of these &lt;em&gt;innocent goody-two-shoes Sec 1 student&lt;/em&gt;, afraid of even approaching anyone. A green horn at tt time, not knowing wad is wad and the times where we felt as though there was a &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;moat&lt;/span&gt; to separate the sexes: Boys and girls sticking to themselves and being anti social to the opposite gender. The times where school talks were meant to spur us on to new heights of patriotic endeavour, the propaganda ship and wad nots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was in charge of 1E together wif &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Xiu Quan&lt;/span&gt;. We were told to repeat the same thing to every parent: &lt;em&gt;"Hi welcome to... Our school books... The CCAs our school offers gives..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I felt much like a voice recorder or some faulty radio tt keeps repeating the same phrases over and over again. We had &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;comical&lt;/span&gt; times too (Xiu Quan turned to the mother of a student and said, 'can I have your&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; mother's&lt;/span&gt; number?') and Xiu Quan looks at the child when he talks to the parents aka pedophile. And one thing we also realised, our Chinese suck. The parents look stun as though we were speaking in a foreign language or sth. For Sec 1 Orientation, I'm gonna take over 1A. Juz you wait...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to &lt;em&gt;313@ Somerset&lt;/em&gt; to watch a performance by a &lt;em&gt;French Cirque&lt;/em&gt; (Circus) Super cool can, the stuns were like World Class performances and we got to watch it for free; so much for the Singaporean mentality. Went wif Nicholas &amp;amp; Jodi too. We toured round Orchard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dog-tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-619395248078280442?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/619395248078280442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=619395248078280442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/619395248078280442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/619395248078280442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-diary-sec-1-registration-hooray-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/S0it8LA_fVI/AAAAAAAAAl0/RxBr00DX-0k/s72-c/DSC08897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-4963394088262983086</id><published>2009-12-22T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T08:22:14.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Didn't know band concert was actually the &lt;strong&gt;Band's Investiture&lt;/strong&gt;. Went into the hall and expected like some drastic changes and stuffs. And it was _______. The place was as crap as b4. I didn't realise the stage was revamped until Fadilah asked me how the new stage looked. The place was &lt;strong&gt;crappy&lt;/strong&gt; as usual; so much for Theatre. It brought the word 'Theatre' &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt;. The seats were plastic chairs (heh, life in plastic, it's fantastic!) Thankfully the air con was&lt;strong&gt; on&lt;/strong&gt;. Heard quite a number of off-key (zhao xia, correct nots ah) Overall, still acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;☻☻☻☺☺&lt;/span&gt; If you can't comprehend, it's&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; 3 out of 5&lt;/span&gt; btw. Juz so you know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Speaking of a &lt;strong&gt;particular&lt;/strong&gt; person makes my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blood&lt;/span&gt; boil inside out, upside down. Why can't you &lt;em&gt;shingz&lt;/em&gt; off man. YOU sir, aren't helping out. You're juz a figurehead btw. Attracting attention. Is tt wad you do best? How about irritating ppl? I think you specialise in tt too. Yup, you I guess, are an all-rounder: for all the bad traits tt is. You're&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; at everything tt we &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;detest&lt;/span&gt;. Your acting is much appreciated somewhere else. Somewhere away from us; pls dun screw this up. I can't believe I'm working &lt;strong&gt;wif&lt;/strong&gt; you. You being less annoying will make things way better, although I dun think there'll be any &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;drastic&lt;/span&gt; changes to our discussions. Dun think you call the shots and assume tt you have all the authority in the world. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hitler&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mao Zhe Dong&lt;/span&gt; owns all (sorry no link lol) You'll still have to seek permission from the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;head&lt;/span&gt;. Your antics are disturbing; pls dun spoil the school's reputation. We're already at the last straw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wad can I say? It's all up to you now. Leave? Nah, you wouldn't do tt after all you would want to keep&lt;strong&gt; your&lt;/strong&gt; authority. Being an &lt;em&gt;extra &lt;/em&gt;and nothing else, tt's your speciality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do us all a favour and &lt;em&gt;Shingz &lt;/em&gt;off will you? You're spoiling the &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Christmas Spirit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-4963394088262983086?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/4963394088262983086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=4963394088262983086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/4963394088262983086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/4963394088262983086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-diary-didnt-know-band-concert-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-163546578271421976</id><published>2009-12-19T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T08:13:24.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/Sy5g9YeOcxI/AAAAAAAAAkc/anokbnMRuhQ/s1600-h/DSC08836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417374009430799122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/Sy5g9YeOcxI/AAAAAAAAAkc/anokbnMRuhQ/s320/DSC08836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Icing of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Santa Claus&lt;/span&gt;; PS: I did &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; eat this. It's all &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sugar&lt;/span&gt;; wouldn't be blogging if I had partaken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas Party @ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chiltern&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chuan&lt;/span&gt; Park today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chiltern&lt;/span&gt; Park one was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;uhh&lt;/span&gt;. Only catered to the &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;younger children&lt;/span&gt;.(Although I'm still young ^^) Not as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;boomz&lt;/span&gt; as anticipated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Chuan&lt;/span&gt; Park: Not entirely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;boomz&lt;/span&gt; but at least they brought it across. Still preferred last year's but who am I to critic. Enjoy the&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Christmas Spirit&lt;/span&gt;! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Señorita&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-163546578271421976?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/163546578271421976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=163546578271421976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/163546578271421976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/163546578271421976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2009/12/icing-of-santa-claus-ps-i-did-not-eat.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/Sy5g9YeOcxI/AAAAAAAAAkc/anokbnMRuhQ/s72-c/DSC08836.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-5039889650650040924</id><published>2009-12-18T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T23:58:47.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A school uniform is an outfit —a set of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;standardized&lt;/span&gt; clothes, they form the basis of a school's dress code.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taken from wikipedia, dun sue me pls lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Izzt so hard juz to get every student to wear the school's dress code prim and properly? I dun see the harm of pulling down your skirts &amp;amp; pulling up your socks. Then why are you doing it the &lt;strong&gt;other way round&lt;/strong&gt;? If you wanna change the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;golden rules&lt;/span&gt;, go confront the government &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OR &lt;/span&gt;establish your own school. Go, no one's stopping you. If you can find sponsors then I dun have anything to say. If not, pls shut your gap and juz follow the law.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Teachers dun pick on you (attire-wise) if you meet all the school attire's criteria. They've got better things to do like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;vomiting blood&lt;/span&gt; after reading your essays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Juz because you have short skirts &lt;strong&gt;doesn't&lt;/strong&gt; mean you're popular. Yes, mayb popular in a bad way; notorious more likely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For God's sake, &lt;strong&gt;dun&lt;/strong&gt; fold your skirts; God's eyes are &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;blinding&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-5039889650650040924?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/5039889650650040924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=5039889650650040924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/5039889650650040924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/5039889650650040924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-diary-school-uniform-is-outfit-set.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-3978274677345939702</id><published>2009-12-15T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T06:51:15.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE CRASHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coming to cinemas near you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to Jiaying's house for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;sleepover&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;, Heather you heard tt? Cheh, why is your life so full of disputes &amp;amp; controversies. Anyway, Darren had a photo shoot today; and he &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; go. Apparently they selected him to model for some &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Milk Powder advertisement&lt;/span&gt;. (No melamine; dun worry.) Take a few shots and earn 180 bucks; even a fool will go and pose. He rejected the offer, gave stupid reasons like &lt;em&gt;I dun wanna be famous, 180 dollars only&lt;/em&gt;, heh like you very &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;rich&lt;/span&gt;. Also not like asking you to post nude in front of National TV and shown on National Geographic Channel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Darren doesn't know to catch, hand and eye cannot coordinate. I sympathise wif &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Mao Zhe Dong&lt;/span&gt;, apparently we christen a&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; green fluffy ball&lt;/span&gt; wif tt name. Now it's completely obliterated. &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Rain&lt;/span&gt; stopped us from going to the playground and playing the swing :( Aww,I was looking forward to it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PS: &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Tweety's&lt;/span&gt; head mauled till it tore by Heather not me HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-3978274677345939702?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/3978274677345939702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=3978274677345939702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/3978274677345939702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/3978274677345939702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2009/12/crashing-coming-to-cinemas-near-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378701197606260028.post-8683223553180286512</id><published>2009-12-10T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T22:37:27.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/Sysi9L3P-7I/AAAAAAAAAg0/S3hhc5q3Vak/s1600-h/DSC08820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416461411395042226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/Sysi9L3P-7I/AAAAAAAAAg0/S3hhc5q3Vak/s320/DSC08820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at the ceiling; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;clouds&lt;/span&gt;! @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/Sysi8mKc-7I/AAAAAAAAAgs/PoBTyK1JHdA/s1600-h/DSC08821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416461401275038642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/Sysi8mKc-7I/AAAAAAAAAgs/PoBTyK1JHdA/s320/DSC08821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to Aunty Linda's house for dinner today. Seng Kang is confusing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Their house had &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;simplicity&lt;/span&gt; fused wif &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;style&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*whispers*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; unlike ours. Didn't know you could turn a HDB 5-room flat into a haven. Thinking about it now, I wanna revamp my whole house. We're 11 years behind time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Señorita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6378701197606260028-8683223553180286512?l=desire-for-power.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/feeds/8683223553180286512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6378701197606260028&amp;postID=8683223553180286512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/8683223553180286512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6378701197606260028/posts/default/8683223553180286512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-for-power.blogspot.com/2009/12/look-at-ceiling-clouds.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18263012337630619773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/SPDXyFeeHhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QRQs0Y8-T7Q/S220/K%C3%A5w%C3%A5%C3%AC%C3%AC+D%C3%B8gz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrf02zU9LD8/Sysi9L3P-7I/AAAAAAAAAg0/S3hhc5q3Vak/s72-c/DSC08820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
